"Slightly Abstract" but Somewhat Reasonable

Sato Yuta steeled himself, pulled out his student terminal, and operated it with trembling fingers:

"Fine! One hundred thousand it is! But junior, if... if your divination turns out to be inaccurate, I, I will definitely demand a refund!"

He tried to emphasize his "consumer rights" one last time.

"Beep."

The crisp notification sound of a successful transfer rang out.

Lin Mu glanced at the balance change notification that popped up on his terminal screen—from a pitiful twenty-thousand-something, it had leaped to over one hundred and twenty thousand.

Success!

A nearly imperceptible smile flashed across his eyes, and the little person inside his heart was already spinning with joy.

His first pot of gold was in the bag! It went even smoother than expected! The feeling of making money while lying down... was truly incredible!

The heartache he felt when spending sixty thousand on props was now completely washed away by a massive sense of satisfaction.

As expected, the higher the waves, the more expensive the fish, but he had superpowers! Earning points was as natural and easy as breathing.

"What would you like to divine, senior?" Lin Mu quickly reined in his lazy expression, returned to a calm tone, and pointed to the tarot cards on the table.

Sato Yuta leaned forward hurriedly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, his eyes full of urgency and unease: "I want to know, if I agree to team up with my friends for that Business Simulation Competition, will I succeed?

Will I mess it up? And... if I refuse them now, will I be ostracized, making it hard for me to get along in class later?

Can you, can you calculate all of this?"

"Draw three cards." Lin Mu pushed the shuffled tarot cards toward him. "Don't overthink it, just follow your intuition. Place them on the table after you draw."

Of course, the moment the other party shuffled and drew the cards, his telekinesis had already guided them, ensuring the three cards drawn were exactly the ones Lin Mu had "arranged"—the ones that perfectly corresponded to his situation and future fragments.

Sato Yuta swallowed nervously, then held his breath, closed his eyes, and drew three cards by feeling, placing them one by one on the velvet-covered tabletop.

The Chariot (Reversed), The Hermit (Upright), and Six of Pentacles (Upright).

Lin Mu picked up the first card, "The Chariot (Reversed)," his expression turning slightly serious as he began to interpret:

"The first card, The Chariot (Reversed). It represents impulsiveness, blind obedience, lack of control, incompetence, and a tendency to make mistakes.

Applied to your situation, the meaning is clear: if you agree to team up with your friends, not only will you drag them down due to your lack of ability, but you will also mess up a key link due to nervousness or poor judgment.

The final result will be the failure of the project, with friends blaming and scapegoating each other.

And you, as the weakest link in the team and the most likely to make mistakes, will become the target of everyone's criticism, ending up in a lose-lose situation.

This competition, for you and your team, is a one hundred percent failure."

Sato Yuta's face turned deathly pale in an instant, nodding repeatedly, his voice trembling:

"Yes, yes, yes! I feel like I don't have the ability, and I'm terrified of dragging them down, which is why I'm so conflicted! Then, what about the second card? If I refuse them..."

"The second card, The Hermit (Upright)." Lin Mu pointed his fingertip at the second card, which depicted an old man carrying a lantern, walking alone in a snowy night.

"It symbolizes solitude, introspection, seeking inner wisdom, and actively distancing oneself from disturbances.

This means that if you refuse to join the team now, your 'friends' will certainly feel dissatisfied at first, treat you coldly for a few days, and give you the cold shoulder.

But this cannot be called true 'ostracism,' because—" he looked up at Sato Yuta, "you know in your heart that you aren't actually close to them, your values and interests don't necessarily align, and you don't have much interaction on a daily basis.

After this cold period passes, your relationship will naturally return to the state of ordinary classmates you had before the competition.

And you, on the contrary, will be able to enjoy peace and avoid getting involved in unnecessary trouble."

Sato Yuta was visibly relieved, his shoulders slumping slightly, and he hurriedly pointed to the third card: "Then this last one..."

"Six of Pentacles (Upright), representing sharing, balance, recognition for efforts, and receiving help or appreciation."

Lin Mu's tone softened, carrying a hint of guidance. "This implies that after you refuse this team activity that isn't suitable for you.

By refocusing your attention on your studies and the areas you are truly good at or interested in, you will achieve good results in the upcoming class assessments or a small task.

This focus and achievement will be noticed by some classmates, and you might even receive friendly recognition, with people taking the initiative to communicate with you.

This is much better than forcing yourself into a circle that might embarrass you."

He paused, then added a seemingly casual remark, which was actually a more impactful "prophecy" detail:

"Also, a word of advice.

According to the hints from the card combination, even if you grit your teeth and go, on the day of the competition, your friends will argue on the spot due to uneven division of labor or conflicts of interest, leading to serious infighting.

If you go, not only will it be useless, but you will likely be asked to take on extra responsibilities or share the losses, which is not worth the gain."

"Ah!" Sato Yuta let out a soft cry and covered his mouth abruptly.

Deep down, he had vaguely harbored this worry—those friends of his weren't exactly reliable, and if they were to argue during the competition... he never expected this to be "calculated" as well!

In an instant, all his doubts vanished, replaced by overwhelming joy and conviction.

He stood up excitedly, bowed deeply to Lin Mu, and spoke incoherently: "It's so accurate! It's exactly what I was thinking!

It's simply divine! Thank you! Thank you so much!

I definitely won't join the team, otherwise, I'd really be in for a disaster! You... you are a divination immortal!"

He thanked him repeatedly, the gloom on his face completely dissipated, and he left the tent with light steps, almost skipping, his entire body radiating the relief of having a thousand-pound burden lifted.

This scene was seen clearly by the few students watching from outside the tent.

They had originally just stopped out of curiosity, seeing Sato Yuta go in with a miserable expression, only to emerge with a stark contrast.

Having also vaguely heard exclamations like "It's too accurate" and "It's divine," their initial skepticism wavered in an instant.

"It seems... he really has something?"

"That guy was practically crying when he went in, and now he's smiling like a blooming flower..."

"One hundred thousand points... but if it can really solve your troubles, I guess it's worth it?"

"How about... we give it a try?"

Curiosity and the desire for a "precise answer" outweighed their hesitation over the high price.

Soon, a few students crowded around, asking all at once:

"Hey, is it really accurate?"

"I want to ask about my studies..."

"Can you calculate relationship problems?"

"What are your rates?"

Lin Mu remained leaning back on his small folding stool, simply swapping to a new grape-flavored lollipop.

Watching the crowd gather around him, the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible, satisfied arc—very good, his reputation was starting to ferment.