With a dramatic sweep of the host’s hand, the runway lit up—revealing over twenty doors marked with question marks and silhouettes of women. “Behind these doors are the twenty-five female contestants of today’s Elite Singles Summer Mixer. They hail from all corners, chosen after rigorous selection to stand here as the pride of their cities. Some are seductive, some pure and sweet, but every one of them is one in ten thousand. Now, let’s begin the first round—Mysterious Encounter! Gentlemen, pick any number between one and twenty-five and let’s see who you get. Alright, let’s start with our first bachelor!”
The first bachelor, sitting at the edge, was a chubby guy. He squinted around, then finally said, “Let’s go with number three.”
As soon as he spoke, there was a hiss and the cover for door number three dropped. With energetic music and flashing lights, a bombshell strode out. She wore a soul-snatching smile, her figure oozing charm in a barely-there outfit—maybe a little too barely, with her chest practically bursting out. As she walked, that pair bounced so much you’d worry they might pop right out of her top.
The cameras, audience, and staff all let out a soft “oh!” She heard it, flashed a flirtatious smile, winked at the bachelors, and took her spot at number three.
Even the host, who’d never met the female contestants before, was stunned. He’d hosted plenty of shows and seen all kinds of beauties—even been to Heaven on Earth a bunch of times—but this number three was something else. Looking at the bachelors, the chubby guy was already drooling! This round was a win for sure—if nothing else, everyone’s eyes were getting a feast!
The host excitedly warmed up the crowd: “Judges, contestant number three has made her debut—what do you think?”
“Even better than expected!”
“That’s some serious cleavage!”
“N-nosebleed!”
All three judges, equally hopeless, raised their scorecards in unison—989 points each.
Contestant number three flashed a smug, sultry smile—she was loving every second of it.
“Oh wow! Who would've thought we'd get such a beauty right at the start? First bachelor, you’ve got luck on your side! But is it just beginner’s luck, or are all our contestants this stunning? Let’s find out! Alright, bachelor number two, your turn—make your pick!”
With the first bachelor’s success, the second was brimming with confidence. He thought it over, then pointed: “I’ll go with contestant number eighteen.”
Hiss—the cover for number eighteen dropped. Out of the dry ice mist floated a woman in classical attire. She was poetry, she was art, pure spring water and a gentle breeze. Dressed in elegant, vintage-style clothes, she wore a soft smile. Her big, expressive eyes sparkled with innocence and shyness, making you want to protect her. With her petite lips, delicate nose, and pointed chin, she looked like she’d just stepped out of a fantasy game.
The audience all let out a collective “whoa!” and even leaned forward, eager to catch every detail of her look.
This time, the host didn’t even need to say anything—the three judges were already pounding the table and howling.
“Right in the cute zone!”
“She’s a fairy!”
“N-nosebleed!”
All three hopeless judges raised their scorecards again—999 points each.
“Whoa! Contestant eighteen scored even higher than number three!” The host roared with excitement. Number eighteen flashed a bashful, deer-in-headlights smile and scampered to her spot, making her seem even cuter. Number three, meanwhile, looked a bit miffed at the scores, then puffed out her chest.
“Two stunners in a row—I’m getting excited myself! Okay, bachelor number three, time for your blind pick! Fate could be decided in a moment!” With the host’s constant prompting, a dozen bachelors made their choices. One by one, the ladies stepped out from behind the question-mark screens, sashaying down the sparkling stairs like angels descending to earth.
Every single one of these girls was top-tier in looks. Seriously, compared to those mega girl idol groups (yeah, I’m talking about AKB48), there’s always a few that drag down the average. But these dozen-plus girls on stage—any one of them could rival the prettiest idol. It was a dazzling display, a hundred flowers in bloom. Even the battle-hardened bachelors couldn’t help but get worked up; pretty girls are easy to find, but drop-dead gorgeous ones? Not so much.
“Sixteen girls have taken the stage, and my eyeballs are about to explode!” The host practically wanted to pop his eyes out, he was so excited. “Judges, what do you think?”
“Someone get me to a hospital—my sunglasses shattered!”
“Hospital—my heart exploded!”
“Hospital... I’m out of nosebleed!”
Wait, why do you need a hospital for broken sunglasses? Are the shades your real body or something? And that third guy—he doesn’t sound like he’s joking, he actually looks like he’s lost way too much blood! Seriously, Mr. Xin, how much of a shut-in are you? Just seeing pretty girls drains all your nosebleed? Did you train for two years in the Okama Kingdom on the Grand Line or something?
The host roasted them in his mind but kept a big smile: “So, judges, out of these sixteen ladies, who made the most jaw-dropping entrance?”
“Well, to be honest, it’s tough to choose...” said Mr. Ma, lowering his head like he was agonizing over which hand to use when there’s no toilet paper—his face even darkened with indecision. After a long pause, he looked up, sunglasses flashing. “But we’re professionals, so let’s cut to the chase. After careful consideration, the most stunning debuts have to go to those two.”
“That’s right.” Ms. Yin jumped in, arms crossed, then pointed dramatically. “It’s contestant number three and number eighteen! Gentlemen, do you think I’m wrong?”
The bachelors all nodded in agreement. Sure, every girl was a knockout, but numbers three and eighteen really stood out. The judges might look like total slackers, but when it comes to spotting beauties, their judgment was spot on—and the scores backed it up.
Number three flashed a smug smile. Number eighteen shyly lowered her head, nervously fiddling with her clothes.
“So, these two ladies made the strongest impression. According to the rules, each round the judges get to ask one question, and the ladies must answer truthfully. Mr. Xin, you’re up—wait, are you still alive?”
“N-no problem, I’m hanging in there…” Mr. Xin stuffed cotton up his nose to stop the bleeding, then asked in a goofy voice, “Ladies, may I ask your names?”
“A very gentlemanly question, and honestly, exactly what we all want to know. Ladies, please introduce yourselves.”
Taking the mic, number three purred sweetly, “Hello everyone, my name’s Mimi Sun.”
Mimi Sun waved proudly like a peacock showing off her feathers. These high-quality bachelors—all rich and powerful—were her golden ticket. Win their hearts, win her future! In this beauty showdown, she was determined to come out on top.
Right now, nobody could compete with her in the bust department. Look—all the men’s eyes were glued to her. Cleavage really is king. Thinking this, Mimi Sun grew even prouder.
But she couldn’t let her guard down—there was competition. Mimi glanced at number eighteen, who took the mic and spoke softly, “Hello, guests, host, and judges. My… my name is Grace Guo…” With a shy, trembling voice, Grace Guo quickly introduced herself and gave a graceful salute, coming off as elegant, gentle, and well-mannered.
Whoa, this little chick—playing the pure and innocent card? But look at her sneaking glances at that one guy—she’s definitely got her sights set on him. Sure, there are sixteen bachelors, but everyone knows there’s only one real prize among them! The rest are just rich sidekicks to the prince—not worth mentioning.
Alright, kiddo, this is just round one—let’s see who comes out on top in the end!
“So, our beauties have introduced themselves. Mimi Sun is certainly beautiful, and Grace Guo is as graceful as her name—people really do live up to their names.” The host was riding high, convinced this matchmaking event was a smash hit. “Personally, I think these two are the strongest contenders, but—we’ve still got nine ladies yet to appear. Could one of them be a showstopper? Let’s wait and see! Now, please welcome our nine remaining contestants for their dazzling debut!”
Wind blew, bubbles floated, mist swirled—the stage was a dreamy fantasy. The ladies emerged: some in qipaos, some in Grecian silk gowns, all beautiful. But Mimi Sun just sneered—these women weren’t a threat. Their outfits were revealing, but not revealing enough. Their style was elegant, but not elegant enough. They were half-baked, dabbling in everything but mastering nothing.
These days, if you want to make it, you’ve gotta sell your looks or your body—and if you’re not willing to go all in, how can you compete with me?
She sneaked a look at Grace Guo, who wore a calm smile. The bachelors didn’t seem too impressed either. In the end, it’d come down to just the two of them. So, bring it on, princess!
Just as Mimi Sun was fired up for battle, the host spoke up: “All nine contestants have… wait, we’re missing one? Hey, contestant number nine—why aren’t you coming down?”
With the host’s puzzled call, everyone turned to look. There was still one woman standing at the very top of the stairs. As the mist cleared, the crowd got a good look—and couldn’t help but gasp. “Wait, what…” Even Mimi Sun’s eye twitched as she roared inside: “Is she here for a date or a cage match?!”
It was none other than Jill Young, dressed in her Forged in Hatred armor.
Jill stood at the top, scanning the crowd below, then pointed at the host: “Hey, you—go get me a chair.”
“Huh?” The host was stunned, not quite processing it. “A chair?”
“What’s the matter?” Jill looked down at him, her gaze sharp. “You expect me to stand?”
In that instant, the host broke out in a cold sweat, his heart trembling. He frantically signaled the staff to fetch a chair.
“And make sure it’s at least as nice as the ones across the stage. Same or better quality.” Jill ordered, then turned to the other twenty-four women. “You want one too?”
The twenty-four girls were taken aback, unsure how to respond, mumbling and hesitating.
“Whatever. If you want a chair, ask for one. If not, suit yourself.” Jill strolled down the stairs like an empress descending her throne. Every move drew the crowd’s attention, though no one knew why—they just couldn’t look away.
Three staffers rushed in with a luxurious chair, ready to place it at position nine.
“Put it here.” Jill pointed to the very center of the catwalk. The staff didn’t wait for instructions, hustling to set the chair in the prime spot. Jill sat down with swagger, swept her gaze over the bachelors, then jerked her chin at the host: “Alright, go on.”
“Uh, ha, ha-ha…” The host forced a dry laugh, trying to say something, but his mind was totally blank.
What am I supposed to say?! The contestants and bachelors were all stunned. The women, at least, were just frozen in place. But look at those so-called elite bachelors—like that fat guy on the far left, squirming in his seat like his hemorrhoids just flared up! How do I rescue this awkward silence? Who is this woman, anyway—why did she shake up the whole show the moment she appeared? Director, help! I can’t wing it alone!
Wait, aren’t there still three clown judges? Let them handle it while I regroup! “Um, judges, do you have any comments?”
Ms. Yin nudged Mr. Xin, who blurted out, “May I ask, contestant number nine, what’s the purpose of your actions? Was it a planned attention-grabbing entrance or…?”
“Purpose? Ha, did your glasses squeeze your brain too tight?” Jill crossed her arms, legs up, voice cold. “I thought this was supposed to be a special event, but turns out it’s just a sleazy circus. What, you get so used to picking girls at fancy clubs that you want them lined up here too—swap ‘em out if you don’t like ‘em? If you want to play that game, go home. Here, in this place, in front of me, you’d better show some respect!”