Real Scholar System

Why does this kid wrap a layer of toilet paper on the card?

Block the pattern, so I can't see which card it is.

So what?
The fortune teller had a slight cold sweat on his head, but he had cheated a lot after all, and his psychological quality was amazing.

Fang Moyan secretly smiled: "Sir, when was I born?"

"Well, your numerology is a bit complicated, and it needs to consume more of my skill."

"If you want to count your life, you have to pay more!"

Fang Moyan chuckled and said, "It's really a human mouth with two skins, how can you say it makes sense, you just can't figure it out, and you're still a dead duck."

"Let me ask you, don't you know how to tell fortunes? Why didn't you count the plague this time? Why didn't you count the flood this time?"

Fang Moyan followed closely, aggressively.

The fortune teller thought to himself, this time a ruthless person has come, and it looks like he is ready to come and mess things up.

There was a fine sweat on his head, and the eyeballs kept rolling.

"Tell me, Mr. Fortune Teller? Why didn't you count it?"

"Well, this, it's a long story." The fortune teller was scratching his head.

"It's okay, you make it up slowly, I have plenty of patience." Fang Moyan sneered.

"That's right, I'm scientific fortune-telling, yes, I'm scientific fortune-telling, think about it, plagues and floods, even scientists didn't expect it, I'm scientific fortune-telling, it's normal if they can't be calculated. That's the general trend of the country, I A small fortune teller, how can he have such a huge fate to change his fate against the sky?"

"That is to say, fortune-telling for ordinary people is okay."

Don't tell me, this fortune teller is quite round.

"Then you can do the math for me, and do the math for my studies."

Fang Moyan smiled.

"Your studies?"

Shen Suanzi's mind started to turn, he was sure that Fang Moyan was sent by his peers, and if he could learn this subject, he would definitely not be able to study well, and he would only take this path if he did not learn.

"You are not very good at studying. It is a bit difficult to pass the high school entrance examination. Even if you barely pass the entrance examination, you will not be able to enter any good school. The main reason is that you don't work hard at ordinary times."

The fortune teller shook his head and said.

Originally, the rules of fortune-telling are that you can't talk to death, you have to leave room for it, and how much room you leave depends on how much information the other party discloses.

There was nothing wrong with saying this.Because most of the students in Hezhou County are children who struggled to enter high school.

But Fang Moyan was an exception. Although he degenerated into a scumbag in high school, he was a veritable god of learning in junior high school and before.

puff!

Fang Moyan couldn't help laughing.

"Do you know what my name is?"

The fortune teller thought to himself, what kind of celebrity can you be, a brat?Not like it.

"My name is Fang Moyan, and I was number one in the town during the high school entrance examination."

The fortune teller is still a little confused, he is a fortune teller, it is impossible for him to pay attention to a high school student.

"Yes, it's Fang Moyan!"

"The champion of the high school entrance examination in our town the year before last!"

"For nine consecutive years, he has been the number one student in the exam."

"I heard that I went to Qidu No. [-] Middle School, a key high school, and I go to school in the urban area."

"Now our school's honor roll still has a picture of Fang Moyan posted!"

Several students brought by their parents shouted, they are all here to count their academic future, how can they not know Fang Moyan, the god of learning?
The fortune teller's face turned pale.

The top student in the senior high school entrance examination, the first in nine years, a key high school, and went to school in the urban area.

But he figured out that other people's studies are not very good, and it is a bit difficult to pass the high school entrance examination.

This is a bit of a hassle.

You said that you study so well, what kind of fate is it to follow others.

He still doesn't think that Fang Moyan cracked his trick of counting birthdays with his own knowledge.

"I'm not feeling well today, so let's stop here, you all go back."

The fortune teller advances by retreating,

No more!
It has to be said that the authority of the fortune teller is still high in the eyes of these people,
They have been waiting for a long time, waiting for the fortune teller to answer their questions,
Suddenly it doesn't count?
This is to suffocate people.

Many people clamored:

"Little brother, if you want to do the math, get out, if you don't want to do the math, there are so many of us waiting."

"Don't make trouble, be careful to be blamed by the Bodhisattva, you can't bear it."

"I'm still waiting to ask about the marriage, hurry up."

Fang Moyan was a little speechless, I am trying to expose the trick of the fortune teller,

what about you?Still speak for him?
Forget it, forget it.

Fang Moyan retreated, and as soon as he retreated, the people behind him followed suit.

Shen Suanzi wiped his sweat furtively, and finally fooled it.

This fortune teller is very stingy, and he only spends the money he earns for himself. Those nephews rushed to be his assistants. He was afraid that others would covet his property, so he didn't use it at all. Therefore, although Fang Moyan came to ruin the situation, he But there is no way to deal with it.

He reluctantly restored Fang Moyan's card holding the toilet paper to its original state,

"next."

"Remind me, if you are told to cover it, then cover it. Don't do anything. If you mess up your horoscope, even I can't save you."

I'm afraid that others will follow Fang Moyan's trick and block the pattern on the back of the card.

These superstitious fortune tellers nodded.

"Forget it, let's go, let's just ignore him." Mother Wen Lizhi is an honest rural woman who never wants to cause trouble.

"Wait a minute!" Fang Moyan felt a little angry, and planned to tear down this guy.

He stood aside, and the fortune teller didn't dare to do anything to him, and had to pretend to be an expert to tell others' fortunes.

Fang Moyan was watching from the side.

"It's Fang Xueba, can you impart some learning experience?"

"Yeah, idol, teach us, learning is too difficult."

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, I can't improve my physics grades, can you give me a trick?"

"I am not only physics, but also chemistry and biology."

Fang Moyan coughed twice, "Aren't you here to tell your fortune? Why don't you let that gentleman do the math."

"With the guidance of Xueba, who would look for a fortune teller?"

"I don't want to come, it's my mother who dragged me here."

Well, Fang Moyan thought to himself, this child is similar to himself, and was dragged here by his parents.

"Wait and see, there will be a good show soon."

Several students also fell silent, and looked at the fortune-telling scene of the fortune teller together.

Shen Suanzi is still the same routine, his psychological quality is indeed good, and after Fang Moyan's episode, he still pretends to be decent.

This time it's a fat aunt, it's marriage.

"Pick out the face of your birthday card and cover it on a big cardboard, so I don't want to see it."

"Don't show it to me, show the date to the spirit bird, and it will choose your fate."

"Spiritual Bird, Spiritual Bird, don't make noise. Come and have a smoke if you think about it. Don't praise flatterers. Seeking truth from facts is the most important thing."

Fang Moyan glanced at it. He had already memorized the numbers and patterns of those cards in his heart. Before the magic operator could speak, he said first:
"Birthday, the eighth day of May."

It was so loud that everyone could hear it.

The fat aunt was stunned, she didn't report her birthday, how could she be so accurate?

No, this voice does not belong to Master Fortune Teller, it is obviously a very young man.

The fortune teller's face changed.

Don't you think it's too much, kid?