Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 47: Two people, one dance

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Half an hour later, the drunk soldiers gradually left the scene.

Everyone who heard about the dance rushed to the second floor early.

The tables and chairs here have been removed, creating a wide space.

An old-fashioned gramophone was placed next to the window, and soothing and quiet music melody flowed from it and echoed to the second floor.

The soldiers with impure intentions looked at the ladies present with obscure and reserved eyes.

Some of them are unmarried field nurses, some are young girls carefully selected by the local mayor, and some are civilian staff of the Strategic Science Corps.

They are like delicate flowers, in the beautiful stage of budding, waiting for someone to pick them.

"Commander, I've always been confused."

Dugan, nicknamed "Dum Dan", touched his beard and asked: "The final purpose of these guys is to trick women into sleeping with each other. They have no interest in dancing at all."

"Then why don't they just state their purpose? This can save time and jump directly to the critical step, and also allow more time to be spent on what should be spent."

"Duggan, tell me, when you proposed to your current wife, did you put a gun to her head? Otherwise, how could she agree to marry you?"

Luke joked as he handed the glass to the other person.

Later, the young brigadier general of the Allied Forces explained seriously: "Human beings are very complex animals. In social situations, men try their best to show off their humor in order to attract women's interest and thus lay the groundwork for further in-depth communication." Basic. Women also know the purpose of men doing this, but they enjoy it and call it 'good feeling', but in fact it is just the secretion of dopamine in the brain, which makes both parties have the urge to have sex."

"You walk up to any woman and say, "Let's skip all the previous steps and get straight to the point and complete the exchange of bodily fluids. What do you think?" and she will give you a clean slap in the face. , and treat you like a dirty nymphomaniac.”

"But in another way, you go up to them, invite them to have a drink, tell a few funny jokes, talk about your own experiences - don't care about the truth or lies, just be cool and attractive enough. When the atmosphere is about the same, you can Ask her to go to her room, or let her go to your room to visit! If you are brave enough, she will just lean into your arms afterwards and say to you emotionally, 'You are really the best man I have ever met!' !”

"Do you understand now, Dugan? If you are straightforward, you will be regarded as a hooligan. Only by talking softly can you catch the prey."

Damtan looked confused. He was able to marry a wife back then just because he was lucky.

"Luke, I'm really impressed by you. I didn't expect you to have such a high speech. We can communicate and discuss more when we have time in the future."

Luke, who was leaning against the bar, saw Howard approaching.

This arms tycoon was dressed quite coquettishly, wearing a suit, vest, trousers and leather shoes, his hair was combed and shiny, and his mustache was carefully groomed.

"You are still better at this aspect. I am just talking on paper and have rich theoretical knowledge."

Luke smiled and admitted defeat. Romance was Stark's family heritage, and he couldn't compare to it.

Howard nodded without humility and graciously accepted the compliment from the young brigadier general.

It turns out that one of the best ways for men to get closer is to talk about women.

Damn, who has always been prejudiced against rich people, had already become brothers with Howard after only twenty minutes, and they were chatting happily over drinks.

The former is very interested in the anecdotes about this playboy hooking up with Hollywood female stars, while the latter is in need of a complimentary passerby.

The two hit it off immediately and had a lively chat.

"Steve, come here and listen to Howard's live teaching."

Luke saw Captain America walking up the stairs and waved quickly.

Rogers has always had a good personality. After receiving a glass of whiskey, he put Luke's previous teasing behind him.

The four of them were leaning against the bar, drinking and admiring the young men and women singing and dancing.

"Howard, why don't you go dancing?"

Luke was a little puzzled that Howard, who was naturally romantic, was willing to be a bachelor instead of having fun.

This is quite rare!

"The real master always comes last."

Howard touched the mustache and smiled faintly.

A few minutes later, he saw Carter, who was wearing a red dress and her beautiful curves, ascending to the second floor.

He raised his hand to adjust the tie of his clothes, picked up a glass of gin, and walked over with a smile on his face and his head held high.

"I bet he can only last two minutes at most!"

Luke opened the game first.

"five minutes!"

"Eight minutes!"

Damtan and Rogers said respectively.

After Howard imparted his experience, they both agreed that the other party was an expert in flower bushes.

"Three gins!"

Less than a minute after Luke said the bet, Howard returned to the bar dejectedly.

"drink wine!"

Six glasses of gin were lined up, and Damn and Rogers drank them all.

"I thought you were really a master."

Damtan, who was tongue-tied and unable to speak, looked at Howard who failed to invite him with a look of disdain.

The latter snorted twice, but was speechless.

"At least I still have the courage to charge towards the iceberg, but you only dare to hide aside."

Howard, who really couldn't find a reason, had no choice but to save face in this way.

"Steve, go try it!"

Luke encouraged Captain America, but fortunately the other party was not drunk at all and remained sober, shaking his head in refusal.

Even Howard, a love expert who claims to have been wandering around the flowers for many years without a single defeat, has encountered Waterloo.

It’s easy to imagine what would happen to a rookie like him in the past.

"What about Dugan? Hey, this guy just got down."

By the time Luke turned his head, Damien had already fallen asleep on the bar table.

"Goodbye everyone, I'm going to find a young girl with a broad mind, bury my head in her chest, and soothe my fragile and young heart."

Howard was worthy of being a veteran of flowers. He quickly came out of the shadow of failure and looked at the plump girl sitting opposite, waiting for an invitation.

She has long brown hair, a pretty face, is delicate and charming, and especially has a broad mind that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

"Then Rogers..."

Watching Howard go away, Luke turned his head and looked at Captain America.

As a result, the blond girl who took away Rogers' first kiss walked towards him enthusiastically.

"So, I'm the only one left?"

Rogers left an apologetic look before being dragged onto the dance floor by the blonde girl, leaving Luke leaning against the bar alone, drinking alone and still not drunk.

The night outside is getting darker and darker, but the second floor of the tavern is getting more and more lively.

"Don't you like dancing, Brigadier Cavell?"

A cold voice sounded in Luke's ears. He put down the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile, "That's not true. I didn't find a suitable dance partner, so I can only stay here alone."

"Brigadier General Cavell, it seems that you don't understand. Why don't any of the women who are usually very enthusiastic about you and want to throw themselves at you come and invite you to dance?"

Carter, who was radiant in a red dress, picked up the liquor that Luke had not finished drinking from the bar and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ms. Carter, do you know the reason?"

Luke asked in a relaxed tone.

"I said you already have a scheduled dance partner."

Carter spoke eloquently, but the fine beads of sweat coming out of the tip of her straight nose, the intense drum-like heartbeat, and the rich smell of pheromones all gave her away.

"I thought Miss Carter would hate people like me, just like you rejected Howard. A frivolous and indulgent lothario is probably not the type you admire."

Luke took a step forward, raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Or do you see through my exaggerated surface and understand that I actually have a stable and profound connotation?"

"I just... like challenging tasks and adventure."

Carter answered the question incorrectly.

"And, I want to know, are you going to treat me with a straightforward attitude, or are you going to use sweet words to confuse me!"

Luke shrugged helplessly and secretly cursed Howard, the bastard, for betraying him.

The man and woman looked at each other without any ambiguity, more like they were having a game.

The two sides are facing each other tit for tat, and no one wants to bow.

"Can I ask you to dance, Miss Carter?"

The young brigadier sighed inaudibly, bowed slightly, and stretched out his hand.

The dance was coming to an end and he extended an invitation to the first dance.

The girl in the red dress bit her lip and put her hand into Luke's palm.

The gentle melody flows like water, surrounding the dancing people.

This night is still very long. (End of chapter)