Chapter 12：What is attraction? (1/2)

Beluga praised Antonio. ”That was pretty good…Things got a little weird at the end there, but people don't judge stories only by their endings, right? Nice job!”

Ben thought, 'The ending is important though...If it sucks people won't read the story.' Then he realized a bizarre truth: that didn't apply to most of the web novels he read... 'As long as they're over 100 chapters and didn't end on hiatus...'

Beluga looked at Ben. ”That's the power of peacocking. Did you see how those females were playing with Antonio's feathers? It was a conversation topic. The peacocking item also made him seem unique and interesting. Being attention-grabbing is important. All right. I'll show you another example myself.”

Beluga got up. Scanning around like an eagle, he identified three cute girls on the grass at the bottom of the hill where he stood. He adjusted his hat until it was at the perfect angle. Then, with a smirk radiating confidence, he walked on the grass towards his target. Each step contained a supreme swagger. There was a rhythm to his movements, like a bass beat from a catchy funk song oozing flavor and flash. Each forward motion built his momentum until he became unstoppable. That's when Beluga's eyes popped out.

He looked down. His legs were now behind him as his face approached the grass.

He'd tripped over a rock.

The funk song became death metal!

Julia was having a wonderful afternoon. She hadn't seen her two girlfriends in months. They were catching up and having a wonderful picnic when she heard a scream and looked to her right. A giant purple bowling ball of doom was rolling towards them at horrifying speed! ”Aaahhhhh!” The three girls escaped like fleeing cattle!

Strike!

Beluga got up from the ground. He removed the bits of grass from his mouth and clothing as he looked around. Scattered sandwiches were strewn all over the beautiful picnic he had demolished. Shrugging, he picked up a sandwich and ate as he went back up the hill, resuming his swagger steps.

The previous scene had stupefied Ben and Antonio. They stared with their jaws hanging down until Beluga made it back to their position.

Beluga held his chin high. ”You see that? That's how you get attention. The females even left me home-made sandwiches to show their appreciation.”

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Next, it was Ben's turn. This time Beluga gave him a few normal lines. Ben also felt these lines had more potential. Eager, he got to work.

Right away, he noticed a difference! Even though the women still rejected him, they were much more polite about it! At least, his face was still dry and slap-free!

What was growth? This was growth!

Even the tiniest improvements are exciting when you start at the absolute bottom!

A few times, the responses were even lukewarm!