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"Actually, maybe not that many people genuinely want to marry you—how brave of a heart would that take! But who wouldn't want to come have a look at you? The TV says your slash cleaved open a whole new era for humanity. Who wouldn't want to go on a blind date with an entire era? Think how incredible that is!" All in all, Ye Wanfen treated this as a precious, rare, and fun experience—something she had stated upfront from the very beginning. As for Han Qingyu, he had only heard Wen Jifei speak of these things in broad strokes before. But Wen Jifei wouldn't look at him from the perspective of an ordinary person like this. So, it was really through Ye Wanfen that he truly felt that exaggerated sense of presence that "Major Qing" possessed for the first time. He had no way of visualizing the concrete significance of it all, and he began to feel a little nervous, afraid that if he recovered too slowly and was needed one day, he wouldn't even be able to shoulder the most ordinary responsibilities and expectations. Time slipped away quickly amid Ye Wanfen's non-stop chatter. The girl had naturally been on blind dates before, and more than once or twice. Over the course of more than an hour, she thoroughly shared every tip and word of advice she could think of with Han Qingyu. Deep down, she still genuinely hoped that someone wonderful would be by Major Qing's side. After all, having witnessed that rainbow-cleaving slash that split the vault of heaven, and now seeing Major The Qing sitting here looking all foolish on a blind date, she couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache when she thought about it. After chatting for so long, the initial nervousness had vanished completely, practically turning into a tutoring session. The girl had an open, outgoing personality, talking animatedly with plenty of smiles. To the people watching from the new building, it looked as though their blind date was going swimmingly. "So a nineteen-year-old Major Qing is actually that easy to win over?" On the second floor of the new building, the Stream Vanguard soldiers watching were getting thoroughly disoriented, chiming in one after another: "Does this count as a success or not?" "Who knows?" Wen Jifei laughed and said, "But guess what—if this one doesn't work out, how many more do you think will come?" "Huh? There's still a lot?" Milla turned to look at him and asked. "Of course. In fact, people might already be on their way," Little Prince chimed in with a chuckle. "You foreigners don't understand. In rural Huaxia, matchmakers' mouths are far more powerful than radio or television." "Surely he won't meet every single one, right?" "Who knows? Who knows what goes through his nineteen-year-old head? But honestly, I think it's pretty fair this way. No matter who it is, whether they knew him before or not, whether there's any history between them, everyone starts from scratch getting to know him. Whoever's unlucky enough can just haul him away," Yang Qingbai said with a grin. "Bullshit," Milla cursed. Her mastery of the Huaxia language had long surpassed almost even her native tongue. She fumed resentfully, "It's unfair to us foreigners! Totally unfair!" The room went quiet with confusion for two seconds, and then everyone burst out laughing. More than three years ago, Han Qingyu had publicly stated in the City of Sin that he didn't like foreigners. That mindset was largely innate; even returning to his nineteen-year-old self wouldn't change it. In fact, given his complete lack of experience with the outside world at nineteen, it might be even more entrenched. "In that case, isn't it unfair to Caixin too? She counts as half-foreign." "Oh, right." "That eliminates a huge bunch right off the bat." "Yep. Doctor Zhe doesn't have that problem, though. Doctor Zhe, do you want to give it a shot?" a Stream Vanguard soldier blurted out, carried away by the banter. The moment the words left his mouth, he felt a jolt of panic. The other soldiers around him also froze in sudden apprehension. The truth was, Zhe Qiuhong was never close with them on ordinary days and always gave off an unapproachable aura. "Me?" Zhe Qiuhong turned calmly. In fact, she also had some mixed-blood heritage, but it was diluted enough that it didn't show at all. "I have zero interest in him in that regard," Zhe Qiuhong said coldly. "Given that combat talent and the degree of fusion cannot be inherited, his other conditions fall entirely short of my genetic requirements." "Even his looks don't meet them?!" "Appearance is not within the scope of my genetic requirements." Zhe Qiuhong raised a finger and tapped her forehead. "Too stupid." "Hahaha..." "What are you laughing at?" Zhe Qiuhong kept a straight face and added, "None of you are any better." "..." Amid the chatter and laughter in the room, a certain iron person who genuinely felt this was super unfair stood alone quietly in the corner. 'I'm so mad.' Even setting aside the blind dates, having to get to know Han Qingyu all over again was a massive challenge for Rusty Sister—perhaps even a psychological hurdle. After all, back when they had first met, that idiot Han Qingyu had genuinely treated her like a robot for a time. Just then—"Hello?!" On the other side of the room, He Tangtang answered the official Stream Vanguard communicator. He hadn't taken part in the banter earlier, having spent his time brooding in silence over how to survive this desperate situation. Hearing the communicator chime, he had answered with evident irritation. "Hello, this is Tu Zi." The background on the other end seemed to have just quieted down from a commotion, and the communications officer's voice sounded somewhat excited. "Be aware that this is an official Azure frequency channel." Tu Zi was actually hinting to He Tangtang that a great many people were currently listening in on their call. Heh, so what if it's official Azure? I don't report to you bastards anyway. He Tangtang was in no mood to ponder the implications. He answered bluntly, "Yeah, what's up? Spit it out." "We heard Major Qing woke up? How is his physical condition?" "He's awake. His health... is great." "Is he busy right now? Does he have time to..." What Tu Zi—or rather, Azure officialdom—meant by asking this was that they hoped to speak with Han Qingyu directly. This time, He Tangtang understood. "He's on a blind date. No time." With that, He Tangtang hung up directly. When he suddenly realized the room behind him had gone dead silent, he turned around slowly. Everyone in the entire room was standing at the other end, staring at him in utter, tomb-like stillness. "What?" Holding the communicator, He Tangtang asked blankly. Yang Qingbai said, "I know a man named Uncle Seven in Fenglong'ao who makes coffins." Zhu Jiaming said, "Good to hear." "Come on, Tangtang," Wen Jifei said. "I'll take you to get one fitted in advance." ............ "Goodness, two and a half hours already." Ye Wanfen glanced at her watch. "All right, I've got nothing left to teach you. Time for me to go." When Ye Wanfen stood up, she gave a big stretch, as if she had just accomplished a momentous task. Phew... When she turned her gaze back, she clenched her fist and said earnestly, "Well then, keep fighting, Qingzi. And be sure to take good care of yourself." "Thank you." Still dwelling on what she had told him, Han Qingyu stood, nodded, and watched Ye Wanfen head for the door. The girl waved her hand. Then, the instant she stepped outside, her smile faded. She instinctively lowered her head and let out a soft sigh. A woman's mind was almost inevitably like this. Even though she had thought it through long beforehand and spoken with such poise, when it came down to it and not even the slightest spark occurred, she couldn't help feeling a touch disappointed. Deep down, she couldn't help hoping: wouldn't it be wonderful if, against all odds, he had taken a liking to her? Even though, if he really had, she would surely have been completely at a loss, and almost certainly lacked the courage to handle it. ............ Han Qingyu walked over to his parents. The situation was obvious at a glance, so Zhang Jiexia and Han Youshan didn't ask questions. Instead, they comforted him, "It's fine. We'll set up a few more and see." "Mom, I don't want to do blind dates anymore," Han Qingyu said, not daring to speak too loudly. This made him look deeply wronged and helpless. Zhang Jiexia and Han Youshan exchanged a look... then turned back. "All right then. Mom will go talk to those matchmakers and tell them you haven't recovered yet, so we'll put things on hold for now." "Okay." Relieved, Han Qingyu looked up with a happy smile. Little did they know that Azure's news reports—and soon, the public media across the globe—would break the story shortly: Major The Qing has finally awoken. His physical recovery is progressing very well. Currently, he is back in his hometown... on a blind date.