Livestream Matchmaking: My Intel Infinitely Refreshes

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: It Feels Strange to Be Recognized

"Well then, you’re really something." Zhang Zhe gave her an admiring thumbs-up.

’This woman is unreal.’

’The saying "give an inch, take a mile" was made for women like her.’

’If her colleagues and classmates knew she looked down on them from the bottom of her heart, I wonder if they’d still be able to suck up to her against their conscience.’

’Anyway, if it were him, Zhang Zhe would have definitely told her to get lost.’

From her own description, it was clear she didn’t have a single advantage over her colleagues worth mentioning.

Just because she felt her job was easy and she wasn’t seriously trying to make money, she automatically felt she was a cut above the rest.

’She was like one of those people who actually believed their elementary school teacher when they said, "It’s not that your child isn’t smart, she just isn’t applying herself."’

’It was obviously just something said to make someone feel better, but this woman had not only believed it, she’d made it her life’s motto.’

’That was a little terrifying.’

’What was even more terrifying...’ Zhang Zhe had a sudden realization. ’This woman is actually interested in *me*.’

’For real?’

"Miss, I’m sure there must have been some men among your top three classmates who had both looks and smarts, right?"

"Was there not a single one you were interested in?"

"Hmm, there were a few," the woman snorted disdainfully. "But without exception, they were all scumbags. Guys like that are surrounded by stupid women, swarming them like flies. I’d never stoop to joining that circus."

"And what good thing attracts flies? It must be a rotten egg."

Zhang Zhe partially agreed with her.

’Cake attracts flies, too. Even flies want a taste of the good stuff.’

Still, it was true that good-looking brainiacs were often scumbags.

’Looks, whether for men or women, require upkeep. Brainiacs already have academics, which is attractive enough. If they still feel the need to compete in the looks department, their motive is obvious. They’re repressed.’

Zhang Zhe himself wasn’t handsome enough to attract any "flies,"

so he thought she had a point. He was a little salty about those handsome bastards himself; being good-looking as a student definitely made life sweet.

"You’re a bit too extreme." Zhang Zhe pointed at himself and said, "My looks, my education... there’s nothing special about them."

"To be frank, I think the only person who could meet your standards would have to be someone like Academician Wang Demin—the man they call the ’god’ who represents the pinnacle of good looks among our country’s scientists."

"I definitely don’t meet your requirements."

"Mm, you really don’t," the woman said with surprising honesty. "But I find you quite easy on the eyes, plus I’m getting older."

"At my age, if I want to get married, shouldn’t I lower my standards a bit? Host, you’re the professional, help me analyze it!"

[Hahaha, this woman’s question is so brutal.]

[Just give it a shot, I’d love to see you two make for some great content.]

[Host, hurry up and analyze it! Is she only interested in you because she’s settling?]

Zhang Zhe didn’t care if she was settling or not, since he wasn’t interested in her anyway.

He didn’t want to help her analyze her situation anymore.

It was pointless.

There were far too many women like her in the professional world in Shencheng City. They were the ones born in the 80s and 90s who had been filtered out of the matchmaking market.

It wasn’t that these women couldn’t get married because their circumstances were too poor. On the contrary, many of them had good looks and family backgrounds, and were even more outstanding than many women who were already married.

But their personalities were just unbearable.

"Miss, let’s not analyze your issues just yet."

"I have a question right now that I can’t wrap my head around, and I’d like you to answer it for me."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Look, you’re so smart, and you say you haven’t been focused on chasing money. But you’re over 30 now, and it’s been many years since you got your master’s degree. So what exactly *have* you been focusing on?"

"What have you been doing all this time?"

"It hasn’t actually been that many years," the woman quickly retorted. "Hey, didn’t I tell you? I originally wanted to go into academia."

"Later, due to some personal reasons, I didn’t continue, and that’s why I came back to the country to work. And then I very easily got into a major tech company and found a high-paying job."

"Oh, so you did try to pursue an academic path." Zhang Zhe nodded in sudden realization. He could tell this woman was hiding something.

’The "personal reasons" excuse was a catch-all, but it was a pathetically weak one that almost nobody ever believed.’

’Zhang Zhe was sure this woman was hiding something important.’

And then the system provided the answer:

[Medium-Value Intelligence]

[Your blind date, Liu Shuyao, is hiding the true reason she returned from abroad: she was arrested by police for participating in feminist activities and was deported. After returning to the country, she became involved with an organization called GHG in her spare time and frequently posts misandristic comments online.]

’The hell?’

Zhang Zhe almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

’Was she a master boxer?’

’A psycho? What the hell was someone like her doing on a blind date?’

’Wait...’ Zhang Zhe suddenly remembered:

Right off the bat, the woman had said she admired him because he’d once said, "Not everyone is suited for marriage."

’Thinking it over, that must have been the line that resonated with her.’

’It couldn’t have been his intelligence or his looks, right? Zhang Zhe wasn’t *that* deluded.’

And as everyone knew, for smart people, this "boxing" was just a business. Many female "boxing masters" were actually married themselves.

Business was business, and life was life; those people knew how to keep them separate.

Plenty of these "martial arts masters" who threw heavy punches online showed no signs of such extremism in real life. Zhang Zhe even knew of a web novel author who had been falsely accused of something, and his own wife was one of these "boxing masters."

’To think he’d actually run into one of them.’

’It was enough to scare a guy to death.’

But Zhang Zhe was mentally prepared. This was live-streamed matchmaking, after all; he was bound to meet people from all walks of life. With the "sport of boxing" being so popular these days, it was only a matter of time before he ran into a few champions.

He just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

And a veteran competitor, at that—one who had returned after "advanced studies" abroad.

"I’ve basically got a handle on your situation now." Zhang Zhe composed himself and nodded. "Is there anything else you’d like to add?"

"Huh? So quickly? But I haven’t told you about my family situation yet." The woman was surprised. "Aren’t you worried my family background might be complicated?"

"Not worried at all, because we’re not a good match."

"Is it because you think you’re not good enough for me?" the woman asked bluntly.

[You’re the one who’s not good enough for the host!]

[Maya, how can a person like you be so confident?]

[GAG GAG GAG, a classic case of being mediocre and overconfident.]

"Not at all. The version of you that exists in your head might be outstanding, but based on your actual circumstances, you’re just average."

Zhang Zhe couldn’t be bothered to be polite anymore. Otherwise, even if his audience could stomach it, he wouldn’t be able to stand himself:

"Like I said before, blind dates are about what’s on paper."

"In Shencheng City, your age and salary make you a typical employee at a major tech firm. There’s nothing special about it. In fact, my income is probably a little higher than yours."

"Let me put it this way: if I could meet the strict standards that the 1992 version of you has for a husband, then I could easily find the 2002 version of you."

"What do you think?"

’Zhang Zhe felt he’d been blunt enough.’

’Cold, ruthless, and straight to the core of the issue.’

’That ought to give her something to think about.’

He never expected her to reply instantly:

"Exactly. That’s the feeling."

"I understand. What you’re saying makes sense. I really wasn’t wrong about you; you’re a smart man."

"Host, can we add each other on WeChat? I’ll definitely keep watching your streams. I feel like your content is perfect for some of my ’sisters’ who aren’t thinking clearly."

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