"This is just like the butterfly effect and future prediction, which are themselves contradictory. They can only attribute the actions of the person who predicts the future to the future results, which is the final result of that person's actions."
"The results of predicting the future are themselves caused by predicting the future. What's the difference between that and not predicting the future?"
"Humans have limitations, there's nothing we can do about it." Wei Lai then closed the collection of novels.
[Thinking about it, it feels a bit silly. I clearly have the ability, but I have to find valuable things in books written by people who don't have this ability.]
"If you're saying people have limitations, it's better to say that a novel itself must have an ending, right?" Qingting said, leaning close to Wei Lai's ear and whispering softly, "Actually, your ability is more like a choice for the future. Knowing the consequences of your choice in advance is a good thing for you. For example, try confessing to me."
This sentence, blown out as Qingting spoke, ran into Wei Lai's cochlea, making his ears and heart itch.
With the sun setting in the west and falling on his desk as a witness, he mustered up his courage, tilted his head and whispered in Qingting's ear, "Xiaoting, I like you. Be my girlfriend."
"I refuse, although I like you." Qingting replied with a chuckle.
The light and shadow went back, Wei Lai lay weakly on the table, muttering: "I knew you were teasing me."
"Have you tried it just now?"
"Yeah, I tried."
"Now let's put it into practice."
Wei Lai looked up and saw Qingting beside him. Her eyes were already full of anticipation.
[She even guessed that my ability has a cooldown. Women are truly terrifying.]
"No, I'm not ready." Wei Lai turned his head to the other side.
The book that Tong Duoduo had brought earlier was then placed in front of him.
"It seems you are still too stupid. Read this book more and try to make yourself smarter."
"Just now you said that only idiots would read this kind of book, so what's the point of asking me to read this kind of book now?"
Of course, it is to teach you, a big fool, not to be too smart. A fool should act like a fool.
Holding her cheek, Qingting quietly looked at the few strands of hair on Wei Lai's head illuminated by the setting sun. It is not a good thing for a fool to become smart. It is so difficult to trick him into confessing his love.
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