Lan Ning? Divination?

  Xia Ming deliberately walked forward and said: "The beauties in our college are quite good-looking, aren't they?"

  "That's for sure, you don't know how many more extreme beauties have arrived among the new students this year. Look, look at this one, this beauty has a pair of beautiful legs, tsk tsk... And this one, cold as ice and frost, soft as boneless flesh, that small step walks with charm... It's simply the most extreme of extremes!" Lao Ning's mouth was watering, his eyes gleaming with lust as he stared at the crystal ball, his exaggerated expression leaving Xia Ming speechless.

  This old lecher and Tang Ge really make a good pair.

  Lan Ning suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had misspoken for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Xia Ming with embarrassment.

  It turned out to be Xiaoming, his eyes lit up and he quickly put away the crystal ball. The speed of his action left Xiaoming stunned: "Ah, classmate, I was just looking for you everywhere, and just now I was just using the crystal ball to check your position." Lan Ning's excuse was very poor, making Xiaoming laugh in his heart.

  But Xia Ming also had a hint of doubt: "What did you find me for?"

  "Hey, classmate, if I'm not mistaken, your name is Xiaoming, what a tongue-twister of a name." Lan Ning said with a smile, but no matter how he looked at it, Xiaoming felt that Lan Ning's smile was full of ulterior motives.

  Xia Ming furrowed his brow: "Do you know my name?"

  When going up for the talent test in the morning, Xia Ming did not report his name on purpose. It seems that this despicable Lan Ning has investigated himself.

  Lan Ning waved his hand: "Xia Ming, don't be so resistant, as a teacher showing concern for students is nothing wrong! Especially with your outstanding talent, Xia Ming, you are like a star in the dark night..."

  Xia Ming was taken aback, still caring about the students. You care about those beautiful female students, don't you! Xia Ming really couldn't understand how such an unrespectable old lecher could become a teacher at Cang Yan Academy, even if he was just a visiting professor.

  "Well then, respected teacher, I'll be off since there's nothing else." Xia Ming emphasized the two words "respected" heavily and hummed softly.

  Lan Ning warmly approached and grabbed Xia Ming: "Xia Ming, don't be so boring! I happen to need your help with something!"

  "Really?"

  Xia Ming looked at Lan Ning with confusion.

  "Xia Ming fellow student, you were assigned to Qingyun Pavilion, right?" Lan Ning hehe smiled.

  "That's right, what's wrong?"

  Lan Ning slapped his thigh, his face excited: "Qingyun Pavilion is the place where the beauties of our institute are most concentrated, how can your expression be so calm?! Trouble you to send this letter to your mentor, Flame Rose - Miss Freya, it contains my deep thoughts for her..."

  Lan Ning pulled out a bright red envelope, covered in dense, passionate phrases, full of "earth-shattering", "sea-drying and rock-withering" and "talented men and beautiful women". Xia Ming was drenched in cold sweat, feeling extremely... corny.

  Xia Ming hadn't even opened his mouth when Lan Ning suddenly pulled out several colorful envelopes with a flourish.

  "Not just Miss Freya, but also Christina, Audrey... Oh, and there's also the new first-year teacher, Ms. Loulan."

  Xia Ming swore, at this moment he really wanted to slap that big pile of envelopes on the face of this old pervert.

  "Sorry, I'm not going to help you with that. You'd better ask someone else." Xiaoming was too lazy to bother with this old lecher, who was even more shameless than Tang Ge. Although Tang Ge was a smooth talker, at least he always claimed that his goddess was Freya, so he was somewhat consistent.

  Lan Ning once again blocked Xia Ming who was about to leave, his sly expression reined in, becoming much more serious.

  "Alright, Xiaoming, I won't beat around the bush. Actually, I've been looking for you because there's something serious to discuss." Lan Ning's expression turned solemn, her piercing gaze fixed on Xiaoming - this young man was incredibly talented, but a big fish that couldn't be let off!

  Xia Ming was taken aback and asked strangely: "What serious business do you have looking for me?"

  Lan Ning's expression didn't seem fake, and Xia Ming found it strange.

  Lan Ning smiled with a hint of sarcasm, and that subtle smile immediately raised a bad premonition in Xia Ming's heart.

  "Kid, I am a great prophet."

  Prophet?

  The so-called prophets of this world are vastly different from those street swindlers who claim to be fortune tellers or masters of divination. Prophets are extremely mysterious and rarely walk among mortals, possessing the ability to foresee the direction of future events. Of course, it's just a rough category.

  The mysterious prophet holds an extremely high position on the continent, a revered status that is hardly inferior to that of powerful magicians.

  "Are you a prophet?" Xia Ming's face was filled with disbelief.

  Noticing Xia Ming's suspicious gaze, Lan Ning's face turned red like a cat that had its tail stepped on, and she loudly exclaimed: "You can distrust my character, but you absolutely cannot distrust my Great Prophecy Technique! Alright, I'll predict it for you right now!"

  "Even if you're a prophet, what's the point of looking for me?" Xia Ming sneered.

  Lan Ning was excited: "The relationship is great, with your talent as a classmate, don't you want to know what you will achieve in the future? Don't you want to grasp the unknown and avoid disasters?"

  Haha, Xiaoming, after witnessing my great prophetic skills, I don't believe you won't take the bait!

  Xia Mingxiu looked at Lan Ning with interest and nodded: "Alright then, help me predict it."

  "No problem!" Lan Ning was stimulated by Xia Ming's disbelieving expression, and took out the crystal ball to make a prediction for him. However, his hand paused again, and he said with a red face: "Uh, Xia Ming classmate, you also know that every time a prophecy is made, it's a huge consumption for the prophet... are you just joking?"

  Lan Ning rubbed her thumb and index finger together, making a gesture for money...

  Old lecher, old cheat!

  Xia Ming let out a cold snort and turned his head, ready to leave.

  "Wait!"

  Lan Ning was anxious, pulled Xiaming and accompanied him with a smile: "I'll give you a free calculation this time, but only this once, next time it's going to be charged!" Lan Ning's mental abacus clattered loudly, with this kid's terrifying talent, after hooking up, he would be a big fish, no matter what, he couldn't let him go!

  As long as I can get along with this little brat in front of me, with his talent, his future achievements will be boundless. Getting along with him is equivalent to having a long-term meal ticket!

  Xia Ming was somewhat surprised, not taking money and being so determined, could it be that Lan Ning was really some kind of extraordinary person?

  "Okay, give it a try."

  Xia Ming followed Lan Ning's guidance and placed both hands on the crystal ball, his mind was clear.

  The crystal ball gradually lit up, emitting an indescribable glow.

  "Huh?" Lan Ning furrowed his brow, his sharp face sinking, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he exclaimed: "Xia Ming little brother, your fate is truly rarely seen and astonishing!"

  Xia Ming curled his lip, this was clearly the classic opening line of a street scammer, what "amazing fate", "blood disaster" and so on.

  "Is there something wrong?"

  Lan Ning's face was covered in cold sweat as he muttered, "I've never seen a fate like yours before. A normal person's fate starts from birth and ends with death. But... but your fate... doesn't exist for the first twenty years! It only starts counting from the twentieth year, this... this..."

  Lan Ning's eyes widened in shock, could it be that the guy in front of him was a ghost? The fate of the past twenty years had vanished without a trace, just like he had appeared out of thin air!

  As soon as Lan Ning said this, Xia Ming was shocked.

  What Lan Ning said is absolutely right!

  Xia Ming was only twenty years old when he crossed over, which also means that before that, he didn't belong to this world at all! The first twenty years of his life were naturally a complete blank.

  Xia Ming somewhat believed in Lan Ning's divination skills now.

  "So, can you predict my fate after this?" Xia Ming asked.

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