“Did you ever once consider you’re the one ignorant to the greatness of low quality?”
“Ignorant? How so?”
“Will something high quality ever improve as time progresses?”
“Hmm… well, that’s a good question. It might.”
“No. It will not. As time progresses, something high quality will typically lower in quality. The natural course is for it to become watered down and for it to deteriorate. It will not improve, or at the very least, it is extremely difficult, to near impossible to improve on.”
“However, with something low quality, it can always be worked on and easily improved. You can always transform something low in quality into something high in quality with the correct ingredients and process. Those ingredients don’t even need to be high in quality. Low-quality ingredients mixed together can yield something high in quality. It’s cooking at its finest. Variety is the spice of life. Things high in quality can not exist without the low-quality foundational building blocks they are built upon.”
“Is that how you’re going to go about defending your girlfriend?”
“Sure, why not? People are free to say or think whatever they want about her. I don’t care. What matters is what I think of her, not what others think of her. At least, in my eyes, she’s better than any girl you’d ever get.”
“I don’t agree.”
“Then I guess we’re at an impasse.”
“I may have failed with both Alicia and Ri… no, Izora, but I’ve got my next target in sight.”
“Already? How the hell do you guys bounce back so fast?”
“When there’s such a perfect high-quality woman in the city, it’s pretty easy to get back up on your feet. There are countless fish in the sea after all. This one just so happens to be the cream of the crop.”
“Cream… of the crop?” Ugh, it was obvious who he was talking about.
“You probably are ignorant of it, but the big fish… whale, no, make that leviathan I mentioned is attending this inauspicious university. Though this university may not be some prestigious top institution or a very big deal, it’s still above average and in the top 1% of universities globally. I don’t need to put in nearly as much effort to get into this university, in fact, it’s pretty much guaranteed I get in. If I can snag this leviathan, or at least get on good terms with them, my future connections will be limitless. It will be an all-you-can-eat buffet of high-quality goods. Hehehehe…”
His chuckle sounded somewhat sinister. It definitely didn’t fit the charming image he always portrayed in front of the ladies. He was a man with ambition, perhaps overly so. What a troublesome guy.
“You’d make a good devil in a movie with a laugh and deceptively attractive face like yours.”
“A devil?” Zale questioned.
“Yeah.”
“What if I said I was a devil?”
“I’d think you’re full of shit. Devils don’t exist.”
“Certainly. Devils don’t exist.”
Had I actually come across one when I least expected it?
“Someone I know once said a real devil would never admit to being one if they were one. Are you actually a real devil?”
“Hahaha! Of course not. Whoever said that to you was definitely messing with you.”
“Yeah.”
“Yo Zale, what’s up?”
I redirected my gaze toward the person who greeted Zale.
“Haha. Nothing much, Ray. It seems I got here pretty early before everyone else.”
“Who’s this? He looks kind of familiar.”
“This? His name’s Ran. He’s Rosa’s boyfriend.”
“Oh! From the Valentine’s Day school dance! Right, right. I remember now. The ballsy boyfriend who made out with Rosa under a spotlight as everyone watched.”
Is that how I’m being remembered by the third-year students? I facepalmed and lamented over the sort of weird image everyone had of me now. I wanted to immediately run away and find somewhere to hide.
“Uh… I guess that’s me?”
“What are you doin here though? Aren’t ya still in your first year?”
“He’s got a date with her here apparently. I dragged him away from their meetup spot to mess with her.”
“Haha! Sounds like something you’d do. You two really can’t stand each other.”
“She always got in my way when it came to Alicia, of course I can’t stand her. It infuriates me to no end whenever I remember it.”
“She’s a tough one. Hahahaha! That time she slapped you silly in front of everyone in the class at lunch with Alicia when you tried to put the moves on her was hilarious though.”
Rosa did that? I wasn’t aware of that at all. I kind of wish I could have seen it.
“Don’t remind me. I still feel that burning sensation on my cheek to this day.”
“Hey, do you have a video of it?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“Yeah, man, you wanna see the guy who tried to pick up your girlfriend get slapped silly?”
“Yeah, I do actually.”
“Ray, I thought I got you to delete that!”
“Haha. I did delete it, but I was able to restore it with some software.”
“Delete it now.”
“I’ve already made backups. There’s no way I can let that embarrassing scene be lost to the sands of time. It was the first time you suffered a setback from a girl. It was so satisfying for all us guys in class. It gave us hope that justice existed in the world. This guy here is a beacon of hope for us ungifted guys in class who were always overshadowed by you. He’s a true war hero for taming a girl like that.”
“What do you mean a girl like that? She’s just a low-quality girl with trashy taste in men.”
“Low quality for you maybe. For every other guy in our class, she’s top quality.”
Ray took out his phone and turned it to me. A video started to play.
Rosa had grabbed Zale by the tie with her left hand as she mercilessly slapped Zale’s cheeks. She alternated between left and right with each syllable she spoke.
“I’m” slap “not” slap “in” slap “-ter” slap “-est” slap “-ed” slap “ass” slap “-hole.” Slap!
“What” slap “part” slap “of” slap “that” slap “do” slap “you” slap “not” slap “un” slap “-der” slap “-stand?” Slap!
Each slap from her was crisp upon impact with his cheeks. From the redness, it was clear her slaps packed a punch.
“She’s the most brutish woman I’ve ever come across. I’ve never met such an infuriating woman in all my life,” Zale spat out as he gnashed his teeth with a menacing glare.
“Just how the hell did you tame that brutish unpleasant woman?” Zale shot an inquisitive look my way.
“How? I… don’t think I did anything special. I ignored her and did what I could to get her to leave me alone. Things sort of… developed on their own I guess.”
“So she’s the type that prefers to chase than be chased. Is that what you’re saying?”
Ah. She’s an assassin. It makes sense if you know that detail about her. Assassins would hate to be chased down and are the ones who are always chasing their targets down.
“Well… maybe that’s the case.”
“Why the hell did she chase after you?”
“I refused to give her my corner seat at the back of the class on the first day of school when she asked me for it.”
“Huh? That’s… it?” Zale hesitantly asked in disbelief.
“Yeah. Eventually, I caved and tried to give her the seat so she would stop bugging me. I even moved to the opposite corner of the classroom, but it was too late by that point. She apparently found some strange sort of weird pleasure in bugging me. I guess it was like she discovered a fun toy to play with.”
“What the hell? Why can’t I have some of that dog shit luck with such a hotty?” Ray grumbled as he disgruntledly sat down beside Zale.
“Alicia, Rosa, and Izora. Why are some of the best girls from our school all taken? And what the hell’s with you Zale? You had Izora in the bag but she got snatched away by some first-year brat. Isn’t that just too embarrassing? Seriously, who knew Izora was wearing a wig all this time to hide her dyed hair. That was a real shock.”
“Haaaaah. Yeah… it really was a shock. I’m eating a bitter pill of defeat right now because of it. She’d always been imitating Alicia to try and appeal to me, I never thought she was hiding so much of herself from everyone this entire time despite her being around me for such a long time. For a first-year brat to see through what she was hiding in such a short period of time when I couldn’t in years, I can’t even face that girl now.”
I couldn’t help but discreetly chime in, “You sound as if you liked her.”
“Liked her? Hmm… well, maybe yes and no.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t like her.”
“Then why say yes and no?”
“Without realizing it… I guess… I was probably starting to take an interest in her recently. If asked the same question two months ago, my answer would be different. It would have been a definite no. I had zero interest in her when all she did was try to become a cheap carbon copy of Alicia. Haaaaah. Really now. I always considered her low quality.”
“Are you saying you think she’s high quality now?”
“I guess. Turns out she even got close to a big fish when I failed miserably. Just who’s really high quality and low quality here? I don’t even know anymore. I’m supposed to be destined for success and great things. But now I feel like I’ve completely lost to that girl who was always chasing behind my back. For the first time in my life, I feel so lame it’s not even funny. I’ve just been taking L after L these days.”
Oh? What’s this? Did his over-inflated ego finally pop thanks to Izora?
“Screw you man! You’ve been doing nothing but winning from everyone else’s perspective,” Ray vehemently retorted.
“Winning? How?”
“You got all those scholarships, bastard.”
“Haaaah. Oh, that. Sure, I got all those as a consolation prize, but I couldn’t even win a girl over when they liked me from the start. She got snatched up not even by the infuriating guy I was originally competing against, but by a first-year punk right in front of me and I couldn’t even react because of how shocked I was at the time.”
Shocked by the revelation, Ria was Izora.
“Haaaah. I really had the rug pulled out from under my feet. Well, I guess it was her revenge for me stringing her along for so long, giving her false hope, and not rejecting her properly. She probably hates me now.”
“Did you ever once consider you’re the one ignorant to the greatness of low quality?”
“Ignorant? How so?”
“Will something high quality ever improve as time progresses?”
“Hmm… well, that’s a good question. It might.”
“No. It will not. As time progresses, something high quality will typically lower in quality. The natural course is for it to become watered down and for it to deteriorate. It will not improve, or at the very least, it is extremely difficult, to near impossible to improve on.”
“However, with something low quality, it can always be worked on and easily improved. You can always transform something low in quality into something high in quality with the correct ingredients and process. Those ingredients don’t even need to be high in quality. Low-quality ingredients mixed together can yield something high in quality. It’s cooking at its finest. Variety is the spice of life. Things high in quality can not exist without the low-quality foundational building blocks they are built upon.”
“Is that how you’re going to go about defending your girlfriend?”
“Sure, why not? People are free to say or think whatever they want about her. I don’t care. What matters is what I think of her, not what others think of her. At least, in my eyes, she’s better than any girl you’d ever get.”
“I don’t agree.”
“Then I guess we’re at an impasse.”
“I may have failed with both Alicia and Ri… no, Izora, but I’ve got my next target in sight.”
“Already? How the hell do you guys bounce back so fast?”
“When there’s such a perfect high-quality woman in the city, it’s pretty easy to get back up on your feet. There are countless fish in the sea after all. This one just so happens to be the cream of the crop.”
“Cream… of the crop?” Ugh, it was obvious who he was talking about.
“You probably are ignorant of it, but the big fish… whale, no, make that leviathan I mentioned is attending this inauspicious university. Though this university may not be some prestigious top institution or a very big deal, it’s still above average and in the top 1% of universities globally. I don’t need to put in nearly as much effort to get into this university, in fact, it’s pretty much guaranteed I get in. If I can snag this leviathan, or at least get on good terms with them, my future connections will be limitless. It will be an all-you-can-eat buffet of high-quality goods. Hehehehe…”
His chuckle sounded somewhat sinister. It definitely didn’t fit the charming image he always portrayed in front of the ladies. He was a man with ambition, perhaps overly so. What a troublesome guy.
“You’d make a good devil in a movie with a laugh and deceptively attractive face like yours.”
“A devil?” Zale questioned.
“Yeah.”
“What if I said I was a devil?”
“I’d think you’re full of shit. Devils don’t exist.”
“Certainly. Devils don’t exist.”
Had I actually come across one when I least expected it?
“Someone I know once said a real devil would never admit to being one if they were one. Are you actually a real devil?”
“Hahaha! Of course not. Whoever said that to you was definitely messing with you.”
“Yeah.”
“Yo Zale, what’s up?”
I redirected my gaze toward the person who greeted Zale.
“Haha. Nothing much, Ray. It seems I got here pretty early before everyone else.”
“Who’s this? He looks kind of familiar.”
“This? His name’s Ran. He’s Rosa’s boyfriend.”
“Oh! From the Valentine’s Day school dance! Right, right. I remember now. The ballsy boyfriend who made out with Rosa under a spotlight as everyone watched.”
Is that how I’m being remembered by the third-year students? I facepalmed and lamented over the sort of weird image everyone had of me now. I wanted to immediately run away and find somewhere to hide.
“Uh… I guess that’s me?”
“What are you doin here though? Aren’t ya still in your first year?”
“He’s got a date with her here apparently. I dragged him away from their meetup spot to mess with her.”
“Haha! Sounds like something you’d do. You two really can’t stand each other.”
“She always got in my way when it came to Alicia, of course I can’t stand her. It infuriates me to no end whenever I remember it.”
“She’s a tough one. Hahahaha! That time she slapped you silly in front of everyone in the class at lunch with Alicia when you tried to put the moves on her was hilarious though.”
Rosa did that? I wasn’t aware of that at all. I kind of wish I could have seen it.
“Don’t remind me. I still feel that burning sensation on my cheek to this day.”
“Hey, do you have a video of it?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“Yeah, man, you wanna see the guy who tried to pick up your girlfriend get slapped silly?”
“Yeah, I do actually.”
“Ray, I thought I got you to delete that!”
“Haha. I did delete it, but I was able to restore it with some software.”
“Delete it now.”
“I’ve already made backups. There’s no way I can let that embarrassing scene be lost to the sands of time. It was the first time you suffered a setback from a girl. It was so satisfying for all us guys in class. It gave us hope that justice existed in the world. This guy here is a beacon of hope for us ungifted guys in class who were always overshadowed by you. He’s a true war hero for taming a girl like that.”
“What do you mean a girl like that? She’s just a low-quality girl with trashy taste in men.”
“Low quality for you maybe. For every other guy in our class, she’s top quality.”
Ray took out his phone and turned it to me. A video started to play.
Rosa had grabbed Zale by the tie with her left hand as she mercilessly slapped Zale’s cheeks. She alternated between left and right with each syllable she spoke.
“I’m” slap “not” slap “in” slap “-ter” slap “-est” slap “-ed” slap “ass” slap “-hole.” Slap!
“What” slap “part” slap “of” slap “that” slap “do” slap “you” slap “not” slap “un” slap “-der” slap “-stand?” Slap!
Each slap from her was crisp upon impact with his cheeks. From the redness, it was clear her slaps packed a punch.
“She’s the most brutish woman I’ve ever come across. I’ve never met such an infuriating woman in all my life,” Zale spat out as he gnashed his teeth with a menacing glare.
“Just how the hell did you tame that brutish unpleasant woman?” Zale shot an inquisitive look my way.
“How? I… don’t think I did anything special. I ignored her and did what I could to get her to leave me alone. Things sort of… developed on their own I guess.”
“So she’s the type that prefers to chase than be chased. Is that what you’re saying?”
Ah. She’s an assassin. It makes sense if you know that detail about her. Assassins would hate to be chased down and are the ones who are always chasing their targets down.
“Well… maybe that’s the case.”
“Why the hell did she chase after you?”
“I refused to give her my corner seat at the back of the class on the first day of school when she asked me for it.”
“Huh? That’s… it?” Zale hesitantly asked in disbelief.
“Yeah. Eventually, I caved and tried to give her the seat so she would stop bugging me. I even moved to the opposite corner of the classroom, but it was too late by that point. She apparently found some strange sort of weird pleasure in bugging me. I guess it was like she discovered a fun toy to play with.”
“What the hell? Why can’t I have some of that dog shit luck with such a hotty?” Ray grumbled as he disgruntledly sat down beside Zale.
“Alicia, Rosa, and Izora. Why are some of the best girls from our school all taken? And what the hell’s with you Zale? You had Izora in the bag but she got snatched away by some first-year brat. Isn’t that just too embarrassing? Seriously, who knew Izora was wearing a wig all this time to hide her dyed hair. That was a real shock.”
“Haaaaah. Yeah… it really was a shock. I’m eating a bitter pill of defeat right now because of it. She’d always been imitating Alicia to try and appeal to me, I never thought she was hiding so much of herself from everyone this entire time despite her being around me for such a long time. For a first-year brat to see through what she was hiding in such a short period of time when I couldn’t in years, I can’t even face that girl now.”
I couldn’t help but discreetly chime in, “You sound as if you liked her.”
“Liked her? Hmm… well, maybe yes and no.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t like her.”
“Then why say yes and no?”
“Without realizing it… I guess… I was probably starting to take an interest in her recently. If asked the same question two months ago, my answer would be different. It would have been a definite no. I had zero interest in her when all she did was try to become a cheap carbon copy of Alicia. Haaaaah. Really now. I always considered her low quality.”
“Are you saying you think she’s high quality now?”
“I guess. Turns out she even got close to a big fish when I failed miserably. Just who’s really high quality and low quality here? I don’t even know anymore. I’m supposed to be destined for success and great things. But now I feel like I’ve completely lost to that girl who was always chasing behind my back. For the first time in my life, I feel so lame it’s not even funny. I’ve just been taking L after L these days.”
Oh? What’s this? Did his over-inflated ego finally pop thanks to Izora?
“Screw you man! You’ve been doing nothing but winning from everyone else’s perspective,” Ray vehemently retorted.
“Winning? How?”
“You got all those scholarships, bastard.”
“Haaaah. Oh, that. Sure, I got all those as a consolation prize, but I couldn’t even win a girl over when they liked me from the start. She got snatched up not even by the infuriating guy I was originally competing against, but by a first-year punk right in front of me and I couldn’t even react because of how shocked I was at the time.”
Shocked by the revelation, Ria was Izora.
“Haaaah. I really had the rug pulled out from under my feet. Well, I guess it was her revenge for me stringing her along for so long, giving her false hope, and not rejecting her properly. She probably hates me now.”
