If someone else, like Yan Wuxu, had said these words to Wen Maixue, they would have immediately provoked a classroom full of criticism. However, since the words came from Su Ziceng’s mouth, no one dared to object for the moment.
The lucky snow of the Wen family and the renowned diamond of the Su Family; these two young ladies, who met unexpectedly at the Eve Ball, originally had completely different temperaments and even their tastes were worlds apart. However, after meeting again at Kelly Women’s College, they somehow complemented each other.
Half a year ago, no one would have compared Su Ziceng with Wen Maixue, but after last year’s incidents, including the wine selling event at the Subi Auction House, Su Ziceng began to emerge, becoming the only noble heiress in Mo City who could be compared with Wen Maixue.
From Su Ziceng’s tone, Wen Maixue did not detect much sarcasm; instead, there was a hint of sadness, mixed with a sense of desolation. For a moment, Wen Maixue seemed to see a pale, delicate woman standing before her, looking at her with desolate eyes.
For that brief moment of distraction, no one, not even Yu Hua’s God Stick who was close by, nor the two girls, made a sound.
In the classroom, a burst of discussion arose. Yan Wuxu was looking down at his palm, as if trying to see through it, without moving. In the corner where the teachers were, fragrant incense wafted through the air, causing an unknown student to choke.
"Fortune teller," Su Ziceng again placed her hand in front of him, "The reason I said you were not accurate is because you have predicted my fortune three times, each differently. Do you remember eighteen years ago, you predicted for a young woman that her unborn child would not live past thirty-five. Eight months ago, you predicted for a young lady that she would not live past twenty-five, and now, with the same hand, you say she is blessed with longevity and prosperity."
Yu Hua’s God Stick took a crescent mirror from his clothing and started examining Su Ziceng’s hand. More than half a year later, there indeed were changes on that hand, the palm lines had become far more complex than before, a thousand times over.
After examining it thoroughly, Yu Hua’s God Stick remained silent for a while, "It’s you, I take back my previous words. Twenty-five is still your limit. I was negligent before and missed a break in the line of your palm. Wealth and glory may arise from karma, be it good karma or bad karma, success or failure is still within your heart." After he spoke, he closed his eyes and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, appearing drained, he leaned on the desk and rested for a while.
"What an odd person," the classroom had emptied out, and before Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu left the classroom, they glanced at Yu Hua’s God Stick who, after resting his eyes, took turns reading the palms of every student in the classroom. With Wen Maixue’s case as a precedent, everyone else was eager to try, and those who got good readings were overjoyed, while those who got unlucky ones were all downcast.
"He’s an odd one, we can’t listen to his nonsense any longer," Su Ziceng bit her lip, she had wanted to ask more questions, but didn’t know what else to ask. She knew... at the age of twenty-five, she had been kidnapped and humiliated. Before her reincarnation, she had survived, but that ordeal had driven her mad for a while, until Su Qingzhang forced Hang Yishao to marry her for luck, which gradually helped her recover. As long as she’s careful, she can definitely avoid that nightmare.
"Very accurate?" After listening, Yan Wuxu’s face grew solemn, unable to accumulate good fortune, which seemed to mean that she really has to be fearful and apprehensive about the future from now on.
"But it can’t all be believed, as a person’s fortune is still within their own control," noticing Yan Wuxu’s anxiety, Su Ziceng reassured, "Look at your mom, healthy, and your younger siblings are all well-behaved and virtuous, which is already much better than many others."
What’s in her own hands, Yan Wuxu digested the first half of the sentence, as the two followed the crowd into another classroom, "Marriage Feng Shui."
The newly introduced Feng Shui class, like the Mysticism class, did not require textbooks, just bringing a brain was enough.
"Why is Kelly only offering these irrelevant courses this year," Su Ziceng missed the financial management class from last semester where she had learned many useful skills. At the beginning of the year, Zhou Dagen had turned in the financial status of the Wine Shop, and she had understood it all clearly, also grasping the simple operation of a business.
The classroom for the "Feng Shui class" was close to that of the "Mysticism class". This time, Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu learned their lesson and did not dare to sit in the front rows, choosing a middle row to sit down.