Freeloading and Scrounging, a Fat Sheep Arrives

Lin Mu leaned back against a small folding stool inside the tent, his legs crossed casually.

He had an original-flavor Alpenliebe lollipop in his mouth, while his fingers tapped rhythmically against the cool, smooth surface of a crystal ball.

Sunlight filtered through the tent's light-colored fabric, casting a hazy, dreamlike glow over the interior.

His fortune-telling stall stood out in the bustling club recruitment plaza, looking both completely out of place and remarkably eye-catching.

The simple tent was propped up with a minimalist banner, the bold characters for "Precise Divination, Foreseeing the Future" fluttering slightly in the breeze, while tarot cards were laid out neatly on the table and the crystal ball gave off an eerie reflection.

Yet, the stall owner himself showed no enthusiasm for drumming up business, just sitting there lazily, his eyes half-closed.

It was as if the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with him, his posture that of someone waiting for a "fated person (a sucker)" to walk right into his trap.

Students passed by in an endless stream, their curious gazes occasionally drifting toward this quiet corner.

Some pointed at the banner and whispered, "Fortune-telling? Is that for real?" while others scoffed, "It's definitely just a gimmick to scam points."

Others thought, "It looks pretty cool, maybe the fee is cheap, let's go ask."

But when they peeked into the tent and saw that the owner was a handsome guy with white hair and a cold expression, sucking on a lollipop and radiating a lazy "don't bother me" vibe, along with the empty space on the table where no price was listed, most of them hesitated.

The first person to eat a crab needs courage, especially when facing a stall owner who clearly doesn't want to do business and has no clear pricing. (It's best not to go to stalls without price tags...)

After watching for a moment, most people turned away to head toward the clubs nearby that were enthusiastically shouting and showcasing their talents.

Lin Mu didn't care in the slightest. He even adjusted his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, feeling no urgency at all.

Anyway, he had his superpowers to fall back on; whether this stall succeeded or whether he made a single sale today had no impact on his life.

Rather than actively soliciting business and wearing himself out, it was better to quietly slack off and enjoy life.

That was the proper attitude to have toward life.

He even had the leisure to use his psychokinesis to manipulate the candy in his pocket.

An orange-flavored lollipop "floated" out of his pants pocket on its own, the plastic wrapper split open silently, and it flew accurately into his slightly parted mouth.

In an instant, the original flavor mixed with the sweet and sour orange, his taste buds receiving double the satisfaction, and he squinted contentedly, radiating the aura of a salted fish that had no desire to compete with the world.

Time slipped away quietly.

Just as Lin Mu was about to be lulled to sleep by the warm sunlight, a slightly hesitant shadow blocked some of the light at the entrance of the tent.

The visitor was a thin boy who looked a bit older than Lin Mu, likely a second-year student.

His brows were tightly knitted into a knot, his face full of gloom, and his hands were unconsciously clutching the hem of his shirt.

He paced back and forth in front of the stall, his steps hesitant, his eyes darting back and forth like a frightened rabbit between the tarot cards on the table and Lin Mu's expressionless face.

He kept muttering something under his breath, clearly undergoing an intense internal struggle.

After agonizing for a full three minutes, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and shuffled into the tent.

His voice was timid, carrying obvious anxiety: "U-um, classmate... can you really... tell the future here?"

Lin Mu lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over him nonchalantly.

Almost the moment their eyes met, his precognition ability had already activated, revealing several key fragments of the future over the next few days related to this boy.

It seemed to be about a chaotic team competition, about arguments, about frustration and isolation...

Combined with the "I have a huge problem" expression practically written on the other's face, the outline of the situation was already clear.

With two lollipops in his mouth, his cheeks slightly bulging, he spoke with a lazy nasal tone, yet his voice carried an unquestionable certainty:

"Naturally. Precise prediction, absolutely no deviation."

He paused, adding the most important rule of the trade, "Pay points first, then divination. One hundred thousand points per session. If it's not accurate, I won't take a single point."

He even pointed his chin at the crystal ball in front of him, making a joke that sounded utterly ridiculous, "And if the divination fails, I'll eat this ball on the spot."

(I'll eat this computer screen on the spot)

"One... one hundred thousand?!" Sato Yuta—this senior from Class D of the second year—instantly widened his eyes, gasping for air.

One hundred thousand points! For a second-year student in Class D like him, whose monthly points were tight and who had to calculate every expense, this was by no means a small sum.

He looked at Lin Mu, whose lazy appearance—as if he might fall asleep at any moment—didn't look like a reliable fortune teller at all, but rather like a student who had just enrolled, was bored, and had come to set up a stall for amusement.

He was just so tortured by his worries that he wanted to find a place to seek some psychological comfort... he didn't want to be a sucker and give points away to a junior for nothing!

"This... isn't this too expensive?" Sato Yuta's face was full of pain, his voice even carrying a hint of a sob. "Can you... lower it?

S-senior's points need to be saved... five thousand? Ten thousand, is that okay?"

Hearing this, Lin Mu didn't even bother to move his eyebrows; he just stretched out a finger and tapped the table lightly, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

His tone was flat, yet firm and decisive, leaving no room for bargaining:

"Senior, either pay for the divination or leave. If you think it's expensive, turn right when you go out; the clubs over there can comfort people for free, and perhaps you'll find comfort there too.

Here, I only provide precise predictions, not cheap, deceptive tricks."

He knew exactly what he was doing.

For someone truly troubled by problems and desperate for a way out, an apparently absurdly high price, combined with an attitude of absolute confidence, was more likely to create the illusion that "this might actually be useful" than a low price.

(People are sometimes just that complicated; they think cheap things are low quality and expensive things are excellent, when in reality, the two are often much the same.)

Moreover, spending 100,000 points for a definitive answer (and a true one at that) was far more "cost-effective" than continuing to exhaust his mind in confusion and anxiety.

Sato Yuta bit his lower lip, his expression shifting uncertainly.

He was truly backed into a corner—a few friends he usually got along with had pulled him into a team for the upcoming business simulation competition.

Yet he had zero confidence in himself; he lacked any relevant experience and was terrified of dragging them down and being mocked or shunned.

But he didn't dare refuse outright, fearing that doing so would lead to exclusion from the small group and leave him even more isolated in class.

His heart was a mess of panic and chaos, which was why he had come out to clear his head and, as if by some strange twist of fate, ended up at this fortune-telling stall.

At this moment, he looked at the indifferent, "take it or leave it" attitude of Lin Mu, then thought back to his own agonizing inner turmoil...

If he could really know a definite outcome and avoid a major disaster in the future, 100,000 points... it actually... seemed worth it?

Even though his heart was still bleeding.

In the end, the fear of unknown trouble overcame his stinginess regarding the points.

(Event duration: May 1st to May 5th)