Reborn: I'll Never Fail My Childhood Sweetheart Again-Chapter 37 - 26: Handsome Guy, You’re Amazing—You Type So Fast!

Chapter 37: Chapter 26: Handsome Guy, You’re Amazing—You Type So Fast!

Youth is capital, everyone loves fresh grass!

If you try to act all deep with a name like "Wind Leaves No Trace," "Surpassing Self," or "Used to Solitude," thinking it’s profound, people might find it hard to guess your age, and they probably lose interest quickly.

Pick a good nickname, add more female friends, cast a wide net, and someone will chat with you eventually.

For instance, a certain girl replied: "Hahaha, you’re so funny!"

One-year-old but handsome: "Not only am I funny, but I’m also handsome!"

Girl: "Oh, stop being so vain!"

One-year-old but handsome: "I can’t help it, being naturally gifted forbids insecurity, truly envy those who don’t know how to brag, unlike me, who lives by the word ’handsome!’"

Girl: "Haha, I don’t know if you’re handsome, but your face must be thick-skinned!"

One-year-old but handsome: "If my skin weren’t thick, how could I shield you from the storms?"

Girl: "Hahaha, you’re such a smooth talker. How old are you?"

One-year-old but handsome: "What kind of size are you asking about?"

Girl: "Age, what else could it be?"

One-year-old but handsome: "Oh, you scared me, thought you were so direct."

Girl: "???"

After a few seconds.

Girl: "Jerk!"

One-year-old but handsome: "Alright, since we’re so close, I’ll tell you, the answer to both questions is 17."

Girl: "I only asked about age, nothing else, so annoying!"

"..."

Once the chat reaches this level, you can basically tell the girl is playful and easy to flirt with.

But occasionally, there are challenges.

Like the second time meeting.

Girl: "What are you doing?"

This is one technique to kill conversation, but only when guys do it; girls have the privilege.

For a flirt, this is a small test; if you answer earnestly, the topic could easily turn dull.

So you have to go off the beaten path.

One-year-old but handsome: "I’m making a wish!"

Girl: "Making a wish at an internet cafe?"

One-year-old but handsome: "Yeah, before logging into QQ, I prayed to the heavens, hoping you’d be online, and my wish really came true!"

Girl: "Hahaha, really? ^_^"

One-year-old but handsome: "If I’m lying, let lightning strike me dead!"

Girl: "Alright, I believe you!"

One-year-old but handsome: "Oh dear, cutie, let me tell you something strange. I woke up this morning and suddenly realized I grew taller overnight, my blanket’s now too short!"

Girl: "No way, who grows taller overnight like that?"

One-year-old but handsome: "Indeed impossible, then I discovered the blanket was just sideways!"

Girl: "Haha, dared to trick me, you’re so naughty!"

One-year-old but handsome: "I used to be quite innocent, never lied, it’s your fault for leading me astray, you gotta take responsibility!"

Girl: "Hahaha!"

Third online meeting.

One-year-old but handsome: "Cutie, I came to the internet cafe tonight, walked the night path alone, it was so dark all around, I just got really scared!"

Girl: "Wow, you get scared? I thought you were quite brave!"

One-year-old but handsome: "Not scared of other things, but I’m so handsome, afraid no one would notice."

Girl: "Hahaha!"

One-year-old but handsome: "Oh no, power’s out here!"

Girl: "How are you still online during a power outage?"

One-year-old but handsome: "Because I’m chatting with you!"

Girl: "What’s chatting with me got to do with it?"

One-year-old but handsome: "You’re just too electrifying, maybe it’s the power of love!"

Girl: "Hahaha!"

"..."

During chatting, it’s easy to understand what kind of person the other is, chat style needs a pinch of spice.

If the female friend is lively and bold, throw in more flirty words, occasionally drive the conversation wild; they like that vibe.

If she’s more sentimental, send more motivational messages; they’ll see you as a soulmate on life’s journey.

Later, when QQ introduced photo sharing, there were techniques to ask for pictures.

Can’t ask directly, gotta tweak it a bit.

"Can you send me a beautiful photo, I need to prove to a friend — angels exist!"

"I dreamed of you last night, though we haven’t met, you were so beautiful in my dream, I’m sure it was you. Quickly send a photo so I can see if my dream was accurate!"

"..."

If the chat’s familiar and she looks good, she usually won’t mind sending a photo; keep such high-quality friends.

If she politely refuses, Su Zelin gets the hint.

After chatting for so long, it’s awkward to suddenly delete.

However, his chat style shifts quickly.

"Are you there?"

"Where are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Have you eaten?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"..."

If the other person proactively contacts you, respond as follows.

"Oh!"

"Alright!"

"Really?"

"Hehe."

"..."

Not too many times before the relationship fades into acquaintance.

Thicker-skinned people might directly delete when they realize the other isn’t a beauty.

However, though Su Zelin is a scoundrel, he has his principles, preferring a cool-off approach, not overly hurting someone’s self-esteem.

Due to being a skilled flirt, girls often message Su Zelin, many even claim they’re planning trips to his city.

But the rogue hasn’t met any online friends in real life.

It might be due to having a stunning childhood friend, which raised Su Zelin’s aesthetic standards — he doesn’t think any girl can compare to Qin Shiqing.

For now, QQ doesn’t have photo-sharing features, can’t get pictures, don’t know what she looks like.

If they actually visit, might end up helplessly pressing F.

In a past life, a college roommate learned Su Zelin’s flirting techniques and went wild online, meeting dozens of online friends in just four years, all traveled to find him.

The consequences of desperation lead to meeting ’tanks,’ but that guy’s a decent fellow, even when the F key’s worn out, he wouldn’t flee from a ’tank,’ truly a model for online romance.

However, being too skilled at flirting can be troublesome; every time he logs in, a group of girls inevitably rushes to chat him up. Luckily, most girls type slowly, and as a skilled touch typist, the rogue’s like the Kato of the keyboard.

With his fingers flying pitter-pattering, skillfully navigating among several girls, chatting up a storm, occasionally squeezing in a few rounds of card games or sneaking glances at www.().com.

After chatting for over ten minutes, a girl walks over—a big, curly hairdo, oversized colored contacts, the typical non-mainstream fashion of the era.

A leopard print tight short top, belly-revealing spaghetti strap, not fully grown, yet already trying to show off sexuality.

Su Zelin nonchalantly disconnects from the education network.

With a girl nearby, gotta save face.

By now, the internet cafe’s mostly full, but there are three seats next to Su Zelin.

The girl glances at him twice, casually sits at a neighboring computer, presses the power button.

Su Zelin, a rogue handsome guy, is especially popular with non-mainstream girls; her choice suggests a favorable first impression.

After login, the non-mainstream girl first puts on large headphones, opens Winamp, then logs into QQ.

Clearly a newbie, struggling pitifully slow, staring at the keyboard, taking forever to find letters, only using two index fingers to type slowly.

Took a long time to reply to a friend’s message, then she turned her attention to Su Zelin.

Witnessing him puffing clouds from a cigarette, typing masterfully while focused on the screen, seamlessly switching between numerous software with keyboard shortcuts.

The non-mainstream girl’s eyes glint in awe, never seeing such "advanced" operations.

"Hey handsome, you’re amazing, type so fast!"

Su Zelin finds her amusing.

He’s heard plenty of praise before.

"Hey handsome, you’re amazing, gaming skills are top-notch!"

"Hey handsome, you’re amazing, you drink like a champ!"

"Hey handsome, you’re amazing, driving one-handed in a Ferrari!"

"Hey handsome, you’re amazing, it’s been two hours!"

"..."

Things like that.

But it’s the first time Su Zelin hears someone commend his typing speed.

Oh, the times!

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