Wang Hai. In the business world, this name is a cutting edge, and in love, it is a legend of calm detachment. Carefully polished erudition, just the right amount of humor, and an aggression that is elicited but not revealed. People who have met him say that there is something in his eyes: not indifference, but the alienation of seeing the world through a glass. I passed through thousands of flowers, but not a single leaf touched me. Some say he is a born player, others say he has no heart at all. Only prey. Only data. Just one outrageous accurate calculation after another. In his eyes, those women are just short-term variables in the database of human nature—observable, archiveable, and forgettable. Because he is a hunter. Hunters do not stay where their prey spends the night.
Until I met her... Her absolute logical self-consistency, unmoved calmness, and a kind of indifference... That didn't care whether I was attacking or not. In the past, women were either stunned by Wang Hai's halo, or they pretended to be reserved and waited for conquest. She is different. She stood on a completely equal footing with him. She is an unquestionable queen in her own spiritual kingdom. The whole conversation was like a silent sword dance. This feels unprecedented. The desire to conquer was ignited, and in his confrontation with her, he found that his skilled and slightly cynical thinking patterns sometimes seemed... Frivolous. There is a danger that he will be attracted by her serious and profound system, and even unconsciously want to prove to her that "he also has a profound side." This is fatal. You must remember: I am here to deconstruct, not to convert.
Purpose: Chief Observer of Humanity Deconstruction Laboratory
