1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 162 Rating
What does that girl look like?
Although Yang Mo knew that all women were inevitably gossipy and competitive, generally speaking, this situation would only occur in women who subconsciously felt threatened by their own kind. The objects of gossip and comparison were often those same people who posed a threat to them.

But he really didn't expect that someone of Miss Mu's level would actually have such emotions towards a woman he had never met.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing tends to be an upward leap, and downward compatibility is rare... When have you ever seen a beautiful woman like a fairy be interested in the gossip of a stranger but ordinary-looking woman?
However, although Yang Mo felt strange, he did not take it to heart. He just thought that this young lady was bored and just wanted to have some fun with him.

He said calmly, "I don't remember her appearance very clearly, but I vaguely remember that she was pretty, probably 80 points... Of course, compared to Miss Mu, who is a rare beauty in a century, she is definitely not comparable."

Seeing a sneer on Mu Liya's lips, Yang Mo quickly added one last flattering sentence, his full desire to survive coming out.

Miss Mu curled her lips and said, "Stop flattering me. I know my own situation very well. Although I am not bad looking, I am still a long way from being a rare beauty in a century... Why do you sound like you are scolding me?"

As she said this, she glared at him with disdain: "You gave her a score of 80 and even commented that she was pretty. Do you think you can't remember her appearance?... You are fooling around!"

Yang Mo's forehead darkened.

Hey, hey, hey, are you looking for trouble?
Yes, you must be looking for trouble!
He snorted in annoyance, "Does remembering her appearance prevent me from giving her a score? Every man would give a score to a woman he just met based on his first intuition... I may not remember her exact appearance, but how can I forget the score I gave her?"

"Shameless!"

Miss Mu strongly condemned the "scoring" behavior that objectified women, but she straightened her neck provocatively: "Then tell me, according to your standards, how many points can I get?"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Big sister, can we stop making trouble? Don't you know what you look like? There are so many people who find all kinds of reasons to get close to you every day, from the drilling company to the county town... Does it matter how much I give you?"

Hearing Yang Mo describe those annoying suitors around her as flying fools, Miss Mu pursed her lips proudly.

If those pursuers are moths, then wouldn’t I be the brightest light?
This bastard is quite good at flattering people.

With a smile on her face, Mu Liya looked at him and said, "Whether it's important or not is one thing. I just want to see how you, Mr. Yang, see it. Don't be polite. Just give me your score!"

As he said this, he glared at him as if warning: "Be objective in your scoring, don't mess around!"

Yang Mo took a sip of beer and sighed tiredly, "Okay, let's make it clear first, you are not allowed to get angry when the time comes!"

Mu Liya snorted coldly: "Do I look like such a stingy person?"

Not always.

Yang Mo thought silently that in his two lifetimes, apart from his classmate Tugou, he had never met a woman who was not petty... Even Tugou girl, wouldn't she sometimes have a bad temper?

But seeing that this guy insisted, he didn't have so many scruples and nodded: "OK, listen carefully..."

When Mu Liya heard this, she was shocked and her expression became serious. For some reason, she felt a little nervous.

Yang Mo stroked his chin and looked the woman up and down before saying, "Objectively speaking, our Miss Mu is absolutely beautiful. Her facial features and appearance... I give her 94 points!"

Good looks?
Mu Liya was stunned when she heard this word for the first time. Before she could react, she heard Yang Mo say, "As for temperament, that goes without saying. For someone like you who is aloof, strong, and literary, and has a strong temperament of a lady from a noble family, it is absolutely not excessive to give you 96 points, especially those eyes and those two slightly thick eyebrows... Tsk tsk!"

Yang Mo added, "Also, don't think this number is low. 96 points can actually overwhelm most movie stars!"

Mu Liya was dissatisfied with the fact that no adjectives like "gentle" appeared in her mouth, but when she heard Yang Mo say that her temperament was enough to overwhelm most movie stars, her eyes couldn't help but complete the crescent shape. Yang Mo saw that the woman was smiling with some pride, and immediately poured cold water on her: "As for your figure... Well, sorry, I can only give you 88 points!"

"Although you are not short, and your figure is even more slender and well-proportioned, it's a pity... there is no memorable point!"

Memorable point?
Hearing the number 88, which was much lower than the previous score, Muliya was angry but more confused.

Isn’t it enough to have a well-proportioned and healthy body? What else should be memorable?

Could it be that this memory point refers to...

What’s this thing the older generation often mentions, “big butt means easier childbirth”?
Thinking of this, Mu Liya glared at Yang Mo in embarrassment and annoyance... What kind of bullshit aesthetic concept is this? It's been many years since family planning was implemented, and there are still people who use such outdated standards to measure body shape?

Little did he know that Yang Mo's eyes were moving away from Miss Mu's pair of long legs, which were actually not to be underestimated, with some regret, and then glanced at the other's granary, which was not sure whether it was B or C... It was a pity, he was not a leg control, otherwise even if some of this guy's hardware did not meet the standards, his score would definitely reach 92.

In fact, in addition to appearance, temperament and figure, Yang Mo also has several other scoring criteria such as personality and "user experience" that are not known to outsiders. However, these things cannot be mentioned in front of Miss Mu, so he could only shrug his shoulders and said, "Since the last item lowered the total score, unfortunately, after weighting all the items, Miss, your comprehensive score here is only... 90.5 points!"

It sounded fine at the beginning, but the overall score at the end was only 90.5 points. Muliya was so depressed that she wanted to go crazy.

Hey, hey, hey, even if my score in the last item was a bit low, the overall score shouldn't be that low. How the hell did you weight these scores?

Feeling her teeth itching, Miss Mu stared at the guy in front of her fiercely, and suddenly sneered: "Oh, I didn't expect that Yang Mo's scoring standards are quite high."

"So I'm very curious. Even I only got 90.5 points, so how did that girl from the guesthouse get 80 points a few days ago... Didn't you say that her appearance could only be considered pretty at best?"

Hearing this, Yang Mo shrugged as if he didn't sense any danger: "That girl is indeed much worse than you in appearance, but she has a domineering figure... You have to understand that not all men only look at faces!"

As he said this, he sighed with regret: "To be honest, it's because I have turned over a new leaf, and objective conditions don't allow it. Otherwise, I would definitely not be polite that night... At least her CUP is D+ or above, maybe even E... How many good girls like this can be found these days!"

D+?

E？

The young lady blinked her eyes and it took her a long time to figure out what this guy was talking about. She also finally understood what he meant by the "body memory point" and a blush suddenly appeared on her face.

Seeing this fellow taking it for granted, with a pair of eyes that scanned her body with regret, Mu Liya could no longer control her itchy toes, and imitated Tugou's classmate and kicked this fellow's calf fiercely...

"oops!"

Someone screamed in the yard.

Classmate Tugou, who was carrying a large pot of beef stew with potatoes, poked his head out of the kitchen and looked at Sister Mu, who was still angry, and Yangshidan, who was holding his calf and breathing coldly, with confusion.

Eh?
Did these two people have a quarrel?

(End of this chapter)