Brothers Return

High school seniors, perhaps a turning point in many students' lives. By this year, it feels like everything should make way for studying.

Including games, basketball, soccer, music...

In the past, you could be reckless, playing games all night, or spend every day after school on the school court, sweating it out.

You could stay up all night watching the Premier League, the Champions League, cheering for every move, every goal!!!

However, in the senior year, all entertainment activities must stop. Teachers will display the countdown to the college entrance exam in various ways, and you can even see college entrance exam vows posted on the walls while walking in the hallway during breaks.

Studying hard and getting into an ideal university seems to be the only goal for senior high school students.

Fang Yongkang is a senior high school student. He has endless practice papers to do every day, and the heavy schoolbag crushes many people.

He locked himself in his room, listening to his favorite music while working through the question bank.

He fought with his pen from 8:30 until 11:30. Finally, he was too tired and felt dizzy. He put the practice paper aside and logged into Songmeng Network to check if there were any new comments on the songs he uploaded.

Just then, a woman pushed open his door and saw her son playing on the computer?

"Kangkang, why are you still playing on the computer? Turn it off quickly! Have you finished your homework? If you have, read a book and memorize some words. You can play on the computer anytime..."

Fang Yongkang sighed heavily, "Mom, I've been doing papers all night. I want to rest for a while."

"Then rest for a while. Try to listen to English songs when you listen to music. At least it can help with your English listening comprehension." She knew her son loved listening to music.

Fang Yongkang really wanted to say it was useless. The pronunciation in many English songs is processed to match the emotion and rhythm of the song, and it doesn't help much with English listening comprehension.

But he was too tired to explain. It was already a blessing that his mother agreed to let him listen to music.

Fang Yongkang's daily life was almost like this, but at this time, his schedule had an additional task: to go to Lingxi City's Heavenly Secrets Pavilion to make an appointment for fortune telling every Saturday and Sunday.

At the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, Ren Tianxue propped her chin on her hands, her big, watery eyes blinking.

"How did you know that uncle just now was the art teacher?" she stared at Shen Qiong like a curious baby.

Shen Qiong's lips curved slightly upwards. "I guessed."

"Nonsense, I don't believe you!" she questioned. "Tell me, do you have other people working for you outside?"

After she said that, she felt there was some ambiguity and immediately rushed to explain, "I mean, did you hire other assistants to help you gather information about clients?"

Shen Qiong pursed his lips and smiled. "It's already hard enough to support one of you, where would I have the energy to deal with others?"

"Who wants you to support me!" Ren Tianxue tilted her head and ignored him.

She realized that this scoundrel could always tease her with his words, which often caused her to say the wrong thing.

Shen Qiong was telling the truth. He did guess. WeChat couldn't reveal someone's professional information, but the uncle's skill in teaching and drawing skills were quite high, which was why he guessed correctly.

Just then, Shen Qiong received an unexpected phone call.

He answered the phone with surprise and immediately said, "You brat, you finally remembered me."

Gu Liming said with disgust, "You haven't contacted me either, so now you blame me?"

"Is that comparable? I'm busy with business, alright? You're busy chasing girls, who else can I blame but you?" Shen Qiong grumbled.

"Oh my, not bad! Busy with business? Don't tell me you've really taken over your dad's shop and are doing fortune telling, right?" Gu Liming laughed heartily.

Shen Qiong's eyebrows shot up. "You actually guessed right. Your brother is making a name for himself now. Everyone calls me Master Shen."

"Get out of here! You're bragging so much, do you think I don't know what kind of skills you have?" Gu Liming laughed. They were roommates for four years and close friends, so he understood Shen Qiong deeply.

"Don't you know the saying, 'After three days of separation, one should look at each other with new eyes'?" Shen Qiong chuckled.

Gu Liming rubbed his nose. "Alright, I won't argue with you. Hurry up and come to the airport to pick me up. I've arrived in Lingxi City."

Shen Qiong's eyes lit up, and he became excited. "You're back in the country?"

"Of course. Hurry up, I'm waiting for you at the airport! Afterwards, let's find a place to catch up properly."

Shen Qiong glanced at Ren Tianxue beside him and said into the phone, "Okay, I'll be right there. There are still some things at the shop that will delay me for a while. You find a place to sit down first."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qiong took out four slips of paper from the drawer, each with the following written on it: Great Fortune, Afflicted by Illness, Continue Further Studies, Self-Entertainment.

There were four more clients coming for fortune telling, but Ren Tianxue had already inquired about what they wanted to know over the phone, so Shen Qiong wrote these words specifically for them.

He handed the four slips of paper to Ren Tianxue. "I have something to attend to and need to go out. When the clients arrive, give them these notes and tell them I had an urgent matter to attend to, but the fortune readings are already done, and they can read the notes themselves."

Her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new world. This would work? If this model were adopted, wouldn't it increase the number of fortune-telling slots every day?

Shen Qiong naturally knew what this little girl was thinking and immediately dismissed the idea. "No, not everyone is suitable for this method of fortune telling. After all, the clients are paying a lot of money, and just giving them a slip of paper would seem disrespectful."

"Oh!" she replied nonchalantly. Not everyone? That means some people can be dealt with this way?

After Shen Qiong left, she secretly opened the slips of paper. The first client came to inquire about their luck, and Shen Qiong's note was "Great Fortune."

She continued to open the second slip. She remembered that the second client was inquiring about their health, and the corresponding note was "Afflicted by Illness."

Ren Tianxue was speechless. Good heavens, so Shen Qiong didn't even need to see the person to divine their fortune. Then why did he act so mysterious when he did fortune telling before? He already knew the outcome in his heart.

Curiously, she unfolded the third slip. It read "Continue Further Studies?"

She paused for a moment, then flipped open her notebook. Only then did she see that the client was a college student who seemed hesitant about whether to pursue postgraduate studies.

This situation usually required communication with the person before analysis and processing. She understood that this client was likely the one Shen Qiong mentioned couldn't be dismissed with just a slip of paper.

The fourth client came to inquire about their artistic talent. She was particularly interested in Shen Qiong's method of divining artistic talent, because while other fortune tellers could divine luck or health, only Shen Qiong dared to claim he could divine artistic talent.

She unfolded the last slip and saw that it read "Self-Entertainment?"

What did that mean?

If Shen Qiong were here, he would definitely tell her that "Self-Entertainment" meant the client's artistic level was not yet sufficient to be showcased, and they could only entertain themselves.