Reborn National Male God: Jiu Shao, Please Advise!

   Chapter 9 Fortune Telling, I'm Serious

   Said, the young man put one hand on the table where Kong Kehan ​​was resting, and said word by word, "Otherwise, I will let you, Jingxi carry the handle, become a Woka lowly."

   After saying this, Ye Chuyang didn't care about the reaction of the group of people. After turning around and setting up his table, he sat down and continued to read his "Metaphysical Agent".

  Kong Kehan ​​secretly swallowed saliva as he looked down at the boy who was constantly sliding his slender white fingers on the phone screen.

  Although after today's incident, his reputation of Kong Kehan ​​was mostly ruined, but he dared not touch Ye Chuyang—

   As if what Ye Chuyang said was not a joke.

   And what Ye Chuyang is capable of, he can understand.

  Thinking of this, Kong Kehan ​​raised his head and his eyes just met Shangyu Yanze's. The two looked at each other and awkwardly helped each other back to their original positions.

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   Ye Chuyang is famous.

  Because he fought with Kong Kehan ​​in the class and KOed each other with one kick.

   A good student posted the video of Ye Chuyang and Kong Kehan ​​fighting to the forum of Jingxi Film Academy. These days, almost all the students who have nothing to do are discussing this matter.

   At this moment, the protagonist at the center of the topic fell into a long silence as he watched the fifty dollars left on his body.

   The Ye family's nine young masters had to be self-reliant, and now there is only fifty yuan left to live on. what should I do now?

   Ye Chuyang, who had been thinking for a long time, finally decided to go back to his old business.

   In the afternoon, Ye Chuyang changed into the long coat he wore from the production crew, carried a small simple table and stool, and came to the roadside.

   After setting her position in a bustling commercial street, she took out the white paper and black pen that she had prepared, and wrote a few large characters on the white paper—all kinds of fortune-telling, turning bad luck into good luck.

   The owner of the fruit stand who watched the whole process: "…"

   "Little brother, you look so good-looking, why are you deceiving people?" The owner of the fruit stand frowned, looking at the delicate-looking boy in front of him with concern.

   Hearing this, Ye Chuyang put on the blind glasses he had just bought from the street stall, and answered quite seriously, "I don't lie, fortune-telling, I'm serious."

  Fruit stand owner: "..." Isn't this kid a brain?

   These days, everyone believes in science and memorizes the core values ​​of socialism. Who will believe in fortune-telling?

  The owner of the fruit stall has set up a stall here for many years, and has seen more than a dozen fortune tellers go bankrupt.

   However, a young boy like Ye Chuyang who seems to be less than 20 years old comes to fortune-telling... I have never encountered it.

   The boss shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything, but continued to look at his fruit stand.

   Ye Chuyang on the other side sat quietly, occasionally taking out his mobile phone to take a look.

   However, although Ye Chuyang chose a good location and was surrounded by shops, he was not lucky.

   For a whole morning, Ye Chuyang did not wait for a single customer. But she didn't care either, just leaning against the wall behind her, a pair of eyes casually watching the passers-by through the blind sunglasses.

  This man in his 40s and 50s has a lot of peach blossoms on his body, so he probably cheated.

   That woman with delicate makeup and good-looking facial features is very lucky.

this…

   Ye Chuyang hadn't broken out a certain pedestrian on the road in her heart, and a shadow appeared in front of her.

   (end of this chapter)