Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 38 Unruly

Edwards leaned closer to Hua Gua: "Can you tell my fortune?"

Hua Gua's eyes gleamed slightly.

"Why did you ask me to tell your fortune?"

The subtext of this statement is: why didn't Edwards ask Chen Jiaxin to do his fortune telling?

Unfortunately, the words he wanted to hear did not come out of Edwards' mouth.

The black man in front of me said, "Because you can tell fortunes."

Hua Gua: "What I mean is, why don't you get Chen Jiaxin to do your fortune telling?"

Edwards: "Because you are right in front of me."

Hua Gua frowned: "If Chen Jiaxin were in front of you, would you still let her do your fortune telling?"

Edwards nodded: "Isn't this just a convenient thing? It doesn't matter who you consult, I just want to know what my fate is like."

Although Edwards was born and raised locally, he is not of Chinese descent and has always had some expectations and curiosity about Chinese metaphysics.

However, he did not know that Hua Gua's fortune-telling method was different from Chen Jiaxin's. Chen Jiaxin's tarot card crystal divination was also a foreign thing.

Anyway, Hua Gua was angered by Edwards's sincere words.

He didn't want to tell Edwards's fortune; the man wasn't sincere.

Edwards shook his hand: "What's wrong, Hua Gua? Tell me your fortune."

"Where's the money?"

Edwards hesitated for a moment, but still took out his wallet.

"Five yuan? Five yuan can't even buy his mother breakfast!"

The Hua hexagram indicates disdain.

Edwards glanced at him and thought to himself, "What an insatiable wolf."

"Then I'll give you ten dollars. Putting aside the face value, you need to look at my skin color. Black people in Lika's country use US dollars, and the exchange rate between the US dollar and Chinese yuan is seven to one, so ten dollars is equal to seventy dollars!"

"Putting the facts aside, why aren't you Zimbabwean? In Zimbabwe, billions are equal to ten dollars. Give me billions."

Edwards handed ten dollars to Hua Gua, feigning disdain but his actions betraying his true intentions. Hua Gua accepted it and casually remarked:

"A worthless life."

Hahahahahaha! !

The people around her laughed heartily. Yao Zhiai even teased Fu Chen across from her, because he couldn't hold back his laughter and spat out his food.

Yao Zhi'ai was furious, her cheeks flushed red: "You fucking got it all over my face! Are you the only one eating in this cafeteria?"

"Excuse me, ma'am, let me order another one for myself."

As Fu Chen said this, he stood up.

Yao Zhi'ai stopped him: "It's okay, since you've already said that, what else is there to say? I'll just wipe my face clean and take some of the food you sprayed in my food, okay? No need to order any more."

"I spat out all my food, but I'm still not full."

So you're ordering this for yourself?

Fu Chen skillfully took Yao Zhi'ai's meal card from the table and swiped it.

When coming back.

Edwards was still listening to Hua Gua's long-winded discourse.

Finally, he concluded with the sentence: "It is indeed a worthless life."

Hua Gua sensed that Edwards was unhappy with him. "Why are you looking so sullen? You asked me to do your reading, and now you're not satisfied?"

Fu Chen patted Hua Gua on the shoulder and explained, "Edwards's face is naturally dark, but how can you say he's worthless?"

Edwards initially found Hua Gua's arguments convincing and couldn't refute them, but Fu Chen's intervention made him agree, and he gratefully said, "Exactly!"

Fu Chen continued, "You have such low emotional intelligence. Even if Edwards is worthless, you shouldn't have said it to his face! Now look what's happened, he's got a long face, he probably won't be able to eat lunch."

Edwards' face really darkened.

We've almost finished eating.

But Yao Zhi'ai, who was next to Fu Chen, was used to having a cigarette after a meal, which made her feel like she was in heaven. She touched her empty pockets, smacked her lips, and felt that her mouth was bland and tasteless, with only the sound of nails clattering in her mouth.

She asked Anjing, who was next to her, and Anjing also smoked.

"Quiet, I'm out of cigarettes. Do you have any?"

Anjing glanced hurriedly at the teachers on duty in the cafeteria, secretly rummaged through her pockets, and said, "I'm out too..."

She couldn't very well ask the teacher for it, could she? She had to suppress her urge, and Yao Zhi'ai was troubled.

I saw this scene.

Fu Chen recalled the offense he had just committed against Yao Zhi'ai.

Perhaps feeling apologetic, he stood up on his own.

Head towards the door.

Two minutes later, Fu Chen returned with the items.

This belongs to a teacher in the Academic Affairs Office.

"Fu Chen, you son of a bitch!" Yao Zhiai shouted hoarsely!

Don't get involved in lesbian relationships, Yao Zhi'ai, my mom is my niece!

Fu Chen's inner response.

Fu Chen's original intentions were always good; he was still thinking about the task of angering the teacher.

Knowing that Yao Zhi'ai and An Jing were out of cigarettes, they deliberately reported them to the academic affairs office for smoking.

In this way, when the teacher finds out that you gave false information, you will be punished, thus successfully completing the task of angering the teacher.

The ideal is beautiful: Yao Zhi'ai and An Jing will not be punished, and they will be able to complete their mission.

But unexpectedly, reality and imagination always seem to differ, and the difference is uncontrollable.

When he brought the teacher back, Anjing found a deflated bag of Soft Blue Tower in another pocket.

Even though there were still two cigarettes hidden inside.

Therefore, a single sentence inadvertently boosted the performance of the teachers in the academic affairs office, harmed Yao Zhi'ai and An Jing, and failed to accomplish the task of angering the teachers.

This angered his good classmates Yao Zhi'ai and An Jing.

Quiet was alright, but Yao Zhi'ai, her outgoing female classmate, seemed to be constantly asking about her family.

During his lunch break, Fu Chen rubbed his hair.

How could this happen? You've made a complete mess of things.

To this day, no one knows how many participation points they had deducted from their academic affairs office or what punishment they suffered.

Fu Chen, looking apologetic, hurried over to An Jing's side.

He won back the other party's forgiveness by bringing breakfast for a week, but Yao Zhi'ai's side was more difficult to deal with.

Starting in the afternoon, the other party stopped paying attention to him.

Fu Chen took out some money and begged for forgiveness: "One hundred."

Yao Zhi'ai: "Fuck your mother."

"two hundred."

"Guess your mom."

Fu Chen retorted, "Fuck your mother."

Yao Zhi'ai sneered: "Fine, go ahead, which one do you want? Your biological mother? Your first aunt, your third aunt, your fourth aunt, your stepmother? Your biological mother is fine, I welcome her, she can come anytime, anyway, she's never been good to me since I was little."

"three hundred."

"fuck your mother."

"five hundred."

"father!"

Yao Zhi'ai knelt down and didn't stand up from the playground until the martial arts class started and the martial arts teacher, Lai Shi, took his place.

Fu Chen: "I still prefer the rebellious you from just now."