Storm (1)

Earth.

In a café by the street in a beautiful city, a man in a floral shirt sat in an alfresco setting. He drank coffee and watched the refreshing beauties pass by.

Wow, the beauties on Earth are really not bad. At the very least, they suit my aesthetic standards. The man in the floral shirt smiled as he watched. Moreover, the beauties dress rather skimpily during summer.

"Is there something wrong with this guy? Why isn't he staying inside the café on such a hot day and instead insists on being outdoors?"

"Doesn't he find it hot?"

"He's the only one sitting outside anyway. It's afternoon now, so the temperature has to be 35°C. He's probably the only one who can stand it."

"Ever since the evolutionary method became widespread, all kinds of mavericks have appeared," the beauties passing by murmured as they glanced at the man in the floral shirt.

The man in the floral shirt blinked when he heard that. Hot?