Chapter 60 "Not Being the Protagonist in Mindless Novels"

People do have a sixth sense.

The five senses are sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, which are well known.

But the sixth sense is different. Taoism has the Daoxin, Buddhism has Emptiness, and Confucianism has Virtue.

In modern psychology research, the standardized definition of the sixth sense is divided into two parts: intuition and precognition, both of which belong to extrasensory perception.

In other words, extrasensory perception is the sixth sense.

Te Miru can hear his own thoughts.

He's different.

Even as a homeless man, he can still earn the friendship of someone like Lisa and gain tens of thousands of fans.

She has met so many people, yet Chan remains unlike anyone she's ever encountered.

This is a hint from Te Miru's sixth sense.

Not being swayed by her temptations isn't a big deal.

But the unique composure that Chan possesses is unparalleled.

"Chan, the feeling you give me is like... like..."

The black-haired rich woman hesitated, trying to find a word to describe this homeless man she wouldn't have even acknowledged before.

But try as she might, she couldn't come up with a suitable adjective.

She regretted not paying more attention to those flattering words from before.

At the time, she only cared about how big they were, not what they said.

But if she had listened a bit more, she wouldn't be feeling so awkward now.

In the doubtful gaze of her new Asian friend, Te Miru struggled for a good two seconds before finally managing to speak.

"You're very different."

"Darling, while it's already delightful to be praised by a beauty like you, your lines are just a tad too perfunctory."

Chan mocked the rich woman without any psychological pressure.

After all, Te Miru had said that Lisa's friends were her friends too.

This was taking advantage of the peak emotions during the initial meeting, quickly using slight offenses to increase the other's tolerance towards him.

This move was also a skill.

Te Miru was completely thrown off by Chan's words.

Was he approving of her? Or was he rejecting her?

But I really don't know how to say these things. It's usually men who say them to me.

The expression on the black-haired rich woman's face was extremely complex, trying to maintain a ladylike demeanor but genuinely shaken by Chan's teasing.

"But I really understand you. Just like when I first saw you, I was immediately captivated by you. At the time, all I could think to do was compliment your looks; I couldn't say anything else. Now I realize that your outward appearance pales in comparison to the kindness within you. Indeed, anyone who can be friends with Lisa can only be a good girl like you."

Pushing down a bit before pulling back is called push-pull in male-female relationships.

These few sentences had three levels of subtlety.

The first level was to compliment Te Miru again, but this time with a specific example, linking the rich woman's previous verbal stumbling with Chan's initial impression of her.

By reenacting the scene, reinforcing the rich woman's impression of him, and implanting goodwill through examples, this level was the most basic.

The second level was Chan's second sentence, which not only affirmed Te Miru's beauty but also elevated her.

You're so kind, surely you wouldn't force me to be your driver or do other work for you?

The third level was, You're a good girl, but I'm just a homeless man. We shouldn't get too involved.

Having just arrived in America a few days ago, Chan wasn't interested in pursuing women right now.

Especially since Te Miru's background was obviously not simple; if they got close and encountered some villainous characters, he would become the protagonist of a mindless novel.

The protagonist gets close to a beauty, the beauty's lackey/fiance/brother/father shows up and causes trouble for the protagonist.

Ah, sir, this plot is so boring, and it's all risks without any rewards.

American men can even do American-style iaido. Chan would be an idiot to risk his life faster than the bullet.

He knew all too well what kinds of things surrounded top-tier rich women and beautiful women.

Having heard Chan's words, the blonde white girl driving also felt that something was off.

Wait, didn't he say something like this to me before?

Not sure, Lisa felt very uncertain.

She remembered Chan saying something like, "Your inner beauty is more remarkable than your outward appearance in comparison to your interesting soul."

It sounded somewhat similar, but not exactly the same.

Oh well, I'll stop thinking about it. Let these two bicker with each other; I don't want to deal with this mess.

Te Miru thought Chan was absolutely right.

It was the first time a man hadn't cared about her appearance and had truly seen her childishness, had truly discovered the kindness within her.

Actually, this was the first time she had seriously listened to words of affection. Before, she had always gone straight for the goal and never cared about what those men carrying tools said.

"Chan, I... I want you to help me manage my YouTube account. Can you?"

When she spoke, she was thinking, I want to sleep with you, but she felt that such words might not be to the liking of this shy Asian.

So, at the last moment, Te Miru changed it to a request for Chan to help her manage her account.

After a few days of getting to know each other, you'll definitely fall for me.

"Of course, but we might need to sign a contract so I can pay taxes properly."

In his past life, a lecturer was invited by the American IRS just because he hadn't paid taxes.

It didn't matter before when it was just small-time stuff, but now that his fanbase was growing, he had to be careful and not give anyone leverage.

"Why don't you come work as my driver, Chan?"

Te Miru still didn't understand Chan's thought process. You're willing to work for me now. Why didn't you agree when I invited you before? Was my hint not clear enough?

She still didn't understand that Chan had seen through her hints and the potential dangers, so he chose to refuse.

He was still finding his footing now, so he naturally wouldn't take any risks.

"Sweetheart, since Lisa calls you that, can I call you that too?"

"Of course, we're already friends."

"Do you think you'd be friends with your driver or servant?"

The expression on the black-haired rich woman froze, feeling a bit embarrassed by being questioned.

Chan's words made her realize that her bias against him seemed to have always existed.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Lisa glanced at the automotive worker with a 'loving gaze' and smiled.

Well done, Chan, you've really got this B***H stumped.