It was late March, and the weather was gradually warming up. Zheng Huijun grabbed her breakfast and headed towards the inpatient building. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone walking to the side of the road and quickly ran after them.
"Yu Qing!"
Yu Qing, who was about to hail a taxi, put down his hand and looked in the direction of the voice.
Seeing that it was Zheng Huijun who called her, she asked, "Teacher, is your mother's illness getting better?"
Zheng Huijun laughed when she heard this and said, "The surgery will be done on Monday. The doctor said the success rate is 100%."
"That's good."
"Yes." Zheng Huijun looked at her hesitantly, not knowing how to start.
Is it better to ask her directly, or is it better to pretend that I know nothing?
But she wanted to know the answer, so she was a little conflicted.
Yu Qing said slowly, "Teacher, do you want to ask me about what happened last time?"
Hearing her say it without any hesitation, Zheng Huijun was slightly stunned, but she no longer had any concerns. "Well, you are..."
She paused, and when she saw that no one was around, she asked again, "Can you tell fortunes?"
Yu Qing did not hide it: "Yes, to be more precise, I know a little bit about fortune-telling and anything related to Xuanmen."
Although she had guessed it a long time ago, Zheng Huijun was still shocked.
She never believed these things before, but Yu Qing's reminder did come true, which made her believe it.
But it seemed that it was only from this time that she truly understood Yu Qing.
It seems that she is not qualified enough as a teacher.
Zheng Huijun wasn't curious about how she could tell fortunes, she just gave her a few words of advice: "That's good, but you still have to take care of yourself. The teacher has checked, and this line of work is quite dangerous."
What is written on the Internet is not comprehensive enough, but you can roughly know that fortune-telling involves cause and effect, and at worst it may even threaten your own life.
She didn't quite understand, so she could only hide it for Yu Qing and remind her to be more careful.
Yu Qing was very obedient: "I will."
Zheng Huijun finally let go of the burden on her heart. "Then I won't bother you anymore. Remember to study the questions carefully when you get back. The competition is almost over, okay?"
She regained her serious expression at school.
"I understand, teacher."
Zheng Huijun gave a few more instructions like a parent who wanted her son to become successful.
It was almost nine o'clock. After saying goodbye to Zheng Huijun, Yu Qing went home and hurriedly started the live broadcast.
Account: Metaphysics Daddy Yu Yang — Followers: 9.27 million
Less than a minute after the live broadcast started, the number of online viewers exceeded 80,000.
[It's so punctual today! I just ordered takeout and thought I'd only receive the news of Sister Yang's live show after I finished eating.]
I'm quite clever. I finished my homework last night, watched the livestream today, and still have time left for review tomorrow. I'm really smart.
[Haha——Are you scared by Sister Yang? ]
[Sister Yang not only broadcasts metaphysics live, but also supervises her fans' learning! ]
[Should Sister Yang have a new nickname, 'Dean of Education'?]
Yu Qing saw this comment as soon as she came back from making tea.
"Dean of Studies? I'm afraid that's not suitable for me. Maybe I can be the principal."
She was not bragging, she had indeed played the role of a principal in a copy.
The barrage of comments scrolled up rapidly, mostly jokes from fans.
Soon, an account named "Is appearance important?" was posted with great fanfare by netizens.
The application for connecting to the microphone was approved, and a girl about twenty years old appeared on the screen.
Her eyes revealed a dead look, her hair was messy, and her appearance was not beautiful, but could be said to be average. She was not particularly ugly, but not good-looking either.
Her clothes looked like they hadn't been changed for several days. There was a pile of dirty garbage on the ground behind her, and the quilt on the bed was rolled up into a ball.
[…This…house girl? ? ]
We stay-at-home girls aren't like that, okay?! We just don't like going out, but we're very clean and we'll pick up the takeout trash too!
[I feel like the young lady is in a bad condition. ]
[Just a quick aside, I feel like the look in the young lady's eyes is weird, like lifeless, stagnant water.]
Even the fans in the live broadcast room could see that she was in a bad condition.
The girl looked at the barrage with empty eyes and her voice was flat.
"Host, everyone says you're very accurate at fortune-telling. Could you please tell me how long I can live?"
Her serious attitude in asking questions scared the fans in the live broadcast room so much that they dared not speak out.
I was afraid that saying one wrong word would lead to an irreparable situation.
Because her situation looks really bad, like she's sitting on the rooftop, about to jump down and ask you:
Will I die if I jump?
Anyone would be scared to death by this.
On the contrary, Yu Qing seemed much calmer. "I think you can live for a long time."
She said what I thought, not what I calculated.
The girl looked at the barrage and raised her eyes slightly, looking directly at the camera.
After a while.
"It seems your judgment is wrong."
What's the point of living a long life? It's better to die and be done with it all.
Yu Qing said, "My judgment has never been wrong. Have you ever thought that if becoming a ghost after death is really easier than being alive, why do so many ghosts choose to risk their souls being torn apart and find a replacement?"
This was the first time she mentioned the word "ghost" directly in the live broadcast room.
The book "I Believe in Science" was also on the table.
The girl laughed at herself and said, "I can't argue with you."
In fact, it is not a bad thing to have your soul scattered. What's the point in entering reincarnation and repeating the suffering of the world?
For people like her, perhaps the best fate is to die.
[…Just a quick question, do you understand what they are saying? ]
[No, let's just wait for the result quietly.]
【I dare not say a word.】
【+1.】
Yu Qing knocked on the table: "Why not, tell me your story?"
The girl knew that she might have some ability and could see something.
But so what, she shook her head: "There's nothing to say."
Why should a dying person make himself unpleasant to others?
She told her past, and then she continued to be laughed at and could not find peace even after death.
"If that were the case, you wouldn't have come to me, but would have found a place to leave quietly, right?" Yu Qing asked.
If a person really wants to die, he won't have so many concerns.
I will only find a place where there is no one, because I am afraid that someone will find me and rescue me.
Because they simply don't know how to leave any room for their own lives.
There won't even be room for rescue.
The girl's pupils flickered slightly. Too many things had happened recently. Her life was like a joke. She had been born with boredom.
No one loves her, and no one really cares about her.
She had originally planned to die like this, and had even found a place, on a small hill not far from her home. Even if she died there, it would not affect others.
But for some reason, she inexplicably picked up her phone before going out, and now the search page on Baidu is still stuck on "Which way to die is the least painful?"
She was clearly there to search for the cause of death, but she clicked into this live broadcast room, wanting to get a fortune at the last moment.
What does it matter?
In fact, the girls themselves don’t know.
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