The Lambo truck purred like a contented beast as it idled on the street, its neon green paint job gleaming in the afternoon light.
Hugo sat in the passenger seat, fidgeting with excitent and nerves. He leaned his head on the comfortable headrest and sighed in contentnt.
This car was a dream!
It felt like he was being piggybacked by angels. Heck, it probably even felt better!
The interior of the truck was sleek, with more buttons than an airplane cockpit, and every inch scread wealth and luxury.
Of course, it was all quality red leather and roof lights. The seats were set at a slightly warm heat that made Hugo's back tingle.
And there was also the amazing sound system!
Hugo glanced over at Sanchez, who was dressed casually in a plain white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers that looked like they had seen better days.
Despite the simple outfit, Sanchez radiated confidence, looking like he had just stepped off a runway.
Was this the effect of the so called charm? Charisma? Or was he just so damn good looking?
"I swear, man," Hugo said, tapping his fingers on the dashboard, "One day, I'm gonna get my own dope car like this. Roll up to campus, and people are gonna be like, 'Who's that dude?' And I'll just lean out the window, sunglasses on, and—boom!—instant respect."
Sanchez chuckled. "Yeah, respect or they'll think you stole it. But first things first, Hugo. You're here to learn the fine art of approaching won. Not crashing and burning."
Hugo adjusted his seatbelt, smoothed his bangs, and cleared his RAM, looking determined. "I'm ready. Teach , O Wise One."
Sanchez leaned back, casually draping his arm over the steering wheel like a seasoned playboy. "Alright, rookie, listen up. First rule of approaching a woman: don't be weird."
Hugo frowned. "I'm not weird."
"You're weird, Hugo. You make weird look normal." Sanchez smirked. "The reason why most dudes fail to get a chick's number is because they ca off as weird, and to won, weird automatically ans simp, so she simply ignores them."
Hugo nodded like a chicken pecking rice. He wanted to absorb every single bit of knowledge from Sanchez like SpongeBob.
"As long as you don't co off as weird, a woman would definitely give you the 2 lines grace."
Hugo's brows furrowed. "What's the 2 lines grace?"
"It's simply the chance for you to say 2 sentences. This would determine if you would be getting her number or not. This 2 lines grace is extrely important, you need to break the ice, demonstrate intent, and leave an impression all within 2 or 3 sentences."
'Break ice, killing Intent and unforgettable jokes...' Hugo penned it down in his imaginary notebook with seriousness.
"Second rule: Confidence. This is the solution to the problem of the first rule. As long as you appear confident, she wouldn't see you as weird, so you need to uninstall your insecurities before you approach her. Won can sll insecurity from a mile away, and trust , you reek of it."
Hugo pouted. "I do not reek."
Sanchez waved his hand dismissively. He didn't want to waste his breath. "Third rule: Be direct but not creepy. A complint's fine, but don't sound like you're auditioning for a creepy romance novel. Saying she's beautiful no longer works, instead use more specific complints and make them seem sporadic. This would make them feel more genuine. That way, you've managed to break the ice and also show Intent."
"Got it. No creepy."
"And fourth..." Sanchez grinned wickedly. "Don't pull a Hugo."
Hugo blinked. "What's a Hugo?"
Sanchez looked at him deadpan. "You."
"Har har. Very funny."
"Look, just watch how it's done," Sanchez said, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. "Ti for a demo."
Hugo watched in awe as Sanchez casually strolled down the street, picking a target: a beautiful girl walking with a friend.
Hugo's eyes widened—this girl was definitely at least an 8. Yet, Sanchez approached her as if he were asking for the ti.
He said sothing, laughed, and the girl giggled, playfully touching his arm. Even her friend looked chard.
Hugo's jaw dropped. "He's not even wearing anything fancy! Is this so sort of black magic?"
Hugo felt this was too unnatural. Was his cousin using so evil talismans?
After getting her number, Sanchez waved to the girls and walked back to the truck, grinning as he climbed inside. "That, my dear Hugo, is how it's done. Simple, smooth, and no weirdness."
Hugo blinked at him. "What did you even say?"
Sanchez shrugged. "I just asked them for directions, then slipped in a complint about her smile. Easy."
Hugo nodded, furiously taking ntal notes. "Directions... smile... be cool... Got it. I can do this."
Sanchez clapped him on the back. "Alright, bro. Your turn. Go get 'em."
Hugo swallowed, adrenaline kicking in as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out. He scanned the street and spotted a girl standing by herself, scrolling through her phone.
Okay, Hugo, he thought. Be confident. Don't be weird. Complint her smile. What's the worst that could happen?
He strutted over, trying to mimic Sanchez's cool, relaxed gait. His legs, however, felt like they were made of Jell-O, and his hands had started sweating uncontrollably.
He waddled across the street and stopped in front of the girl, cleared his throat, and blurted out, "Hi! Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?"
The girl looked up, clearly confused. "What?"
"Enough to break the ice! Haha..." Hugo's laugh ca out as more of a desperate wheeze. The only thing was that she wasn't smiling.
The girl blinked at him, unimpressed. "Uh... okay."
Abort mission! Hugo's brain scread, but his mouth kept moving. Ti for the complints! "You have... um... nice teeth!"
The girl's face twisted into a look of confusion mixed with slight horror. "Thanks?"
Sensing the imminent collapse of the conversation, Hugo tried to salvage it. "I an... your smile! It's great! Not in a creepy way! I'm not a dentist or anything!"
She stepped back, eyes narrowing. "Right... I gotta go."
Hugo watched her walk away, his soul shriveling inside him. Defeated, he slunk back to the Lambo and slid into the passenger seat.
Sanchez was trying not to laugh but failing miserably. "Nice teeth, huh? Really setting the bar high there."
Hugo buried his face in his hands. He didn't know how Sanchez had managed to hear his conversation. "It was going so well in my head! I don't know what happened!"
"Dude, you asked about a polar bear. Why would you do that?"
"I panicked, okay!?"
Sanchez shook his head, still chuckling. "Well, at least you didn't make it worse by ntioning her elbows or sothing."
Hugo slumped in his seat, staring out the window. "I'm hopeless."
Just then, a loud Ding! echoed in his mind. He froze as the system notification appeared in front of his eyes.
[System Challenge: Open 50 won in one day!]
Hugo's mouth dropped. 'Fifty won? In ONE DAY? Are you kidding ?'
Sanchez glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "What's that look for? You look like soone just told you to run a marathon."
Hugo's mind raced. Fifty won? He could barely manage one! And that one had almost run for the hills!
Sanchez, oblivious to the system notification, smirked. "Hey, you'll get there. Just need a little more practice. And maybe, you know, avoid using any more wildlife-based pick-up lines."
Hugo groaned. "I'm dood."
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