She spoke methodically: “No need. We both know what’s going on here. My dad asked me to come for this blind date, and I agreed. There’s no need to flatter you—you really are good-looking enough! I’m very satisfied. But if we’re talking about getting engaged, that means spending a lifetime together. I think what’s more important than looks is that two people must have similar interests, or at least a common language. Do you agree?”

“Uh, I agree.”

“Good, since you agree, that makes things easier. I’ve prepared three questions. I don’t expect you to answer all of them—that would be a bit much. If you can answer any one of the three, I’ll agree to date you. If you answer two, we’ll get engaged. If you can answer all three, we’ll get married before the end of the year.”

She looked at David Brooks with a cool, clear gaze. “Do you agree?”

“Uh, I agree.”

“Alright, first question…”

“Hey, wait a minute…”

This pace was really a bit fast, but speed wasn’t the problem—what mattered was clarity. Some things needed to be asked in advance. “Um, I want to ask, I’ve never met Uncle Song. My dad told me I was coming for a blind date today, and said that as long as you liked me, we could get married. But if you don’t like me…”

She paused only briefly at his words, then immediately guessed David Brooks’s meaning. “Don’t worry. My dad helping you get out of the police station—since you came today, we’ll call it even.”

That’s a relief!

David Brooks felt a weight lift from his heart and nodded. “Got it. Go ahead and ask!”

She looked up, very seriously at David Brooks, her expression carrying an inexplicable sense of superiority. “First question: do you know what a microcomputer motherboard is?”

Uh…

David Brooks was momentarily stunned. What kind of question was this?

Did people in the nineties really ask such bizarre questions on blind dates?

The word “microcomputer” did take him a split second to process, because when David Brooks took computer classes in his previous life, it was already the 2000s, and the term “microcomputer” was hardly used anymore—only a few classroom signs still hadn’t been changed and still said “microcomputer room.”

As for “motherboard”… well, even though he studied programming…

Anyone who’s studied it knows: it’s not about whether you’ve learned it or not, but as soon as people hear you study computers, they ask you to help build a computer. What can you do? The school doesn’t teach it, so you just learn it yourself!

But at this moment, David Brooks was still a bit hesitant.

In fact, after entering the room, he quickly sensed that this girl wasn’t just strong-willed—she was genuinely resistant to this blind date.

She must have thought carefully about what to ask, and was really trying to make things difficult for him!

The internet didn’t really appear until ‘93 or ‘94. Right now, all computers were undoubtedly stand-alone, and private computers were almost nonexistent. Usually only big enterprises, banks, and similar organizations had microcomputer rooms. Even by the year 2000, there were only three or four million internet users in the country.

Honestly, in 1991, there probably weren’t even a million people in China who had daily contact with computers, let alone knew such a niche term as “computer motherboard.”

At this time in China, nobody talked about building computers—it was all about brand-name machines!

If you weren’t a college student in a related field, who would know what a motherboard was?

And his current identity—he’d even faked his high school diploma!

“Um…”

David Brooks was still hesitating, not having made up his mind, when the girl just glanced at him indifferently, a hint of pride flashing across her face, looking quite disdainful.

Then, without waiting for David Brooks to answer—almost as if she’d already expected he couldn’t answer this—she said directly, “Alright, second question. I know you drive in the minibus team, so I want to ask: do you know what a car’s turbocharger is?”

Uh…

Girl, you really put some thought into this!

Another tricky question!

Fast forward twenty or thirty years, and if a car doesn’t have a turbo or mention its 0-100 acceleration, you’d be embarrassed to brag about its specs. Even though David Brooks didn’t know much about cars, he still knew what a turbocharger or supercharger was. But in the current domestic car market, there probably weren’t many turbo cars yet.

Pressing his lips together slightly, David Brooks sighed inwardly, then simply took out his cigarettes and matches from his pocket, tapped out a cigarette, and as the girl frowned tightly, struck a match and calmly lit up.

Even a clay Buddha has a bit of temper!

A transmigrator’s pride didn’t matter, but he couldn’t let the reputation of Red Hare among horses be diminished!

He exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled, and said, “There’s just one left. Go ahead and ask!”

The girl frowned again. The next moment, she suddenly stood up, brows furrowed, looking displeased. “I don’t think there’s any need to ask! Goodbye!”

David Brooks smiled, gently flicked his cigarette ash, and said, “You might as well ask it, just to finish what you started.”