[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

No matter what Peter thinks, Phoebe is serious about divination, but what she does is not about the end of the world, but about the kaba.Even the most ancient prophets could not pry into the mysteries of the world's operation. Throughout the ages, those who occasionally caught a glimpse of the truth called themselves the spokesperson of God.As a witch without the blood of a prophet, she would never easily try something beyond her ability.

Magic is dangerous.

The tea leaves lying on the left side of the teacup look like a big stick, a frequent omen that Phoebe doesn't need to turn a page to understand the meaning of an attack.Phoebe twirled her teacup counterclockwise, a short candle, a harbinger of imminent danger, a boomerang, a fear of something far-reaching but close at hand.

She paused for a moment, reflecting on the omens, and then turned her teacup one last time.

This time the pattern was a bit difficult to distinguish, and it was not very common. She had to flip through several pages to find a small description: overlapping spears and swords, quarrels and anger; A small pattern that looked like a pair of wings, and there was nothing in the book about the omen, so Phoebe had to dismiss it as scrap.

The BAU's analysis is correct, the next case may happen nearby, and the arrest process may not be smooth.

She twirled her fingertips.

"So you have been divining here for a long time, and what have you seen?"

"I can see that the world is probably not over yet."

It's all nonsense.

He knew it.

Feeling that her major was underestimated, Phoebe curled her lips and reached for the teacup he had finished drinking to look at.Although the teacup that has been filled with several degrees of water does not predict so accurately, this teacup seems to be driven by some mysterious power, and the patterns displayed are so clear no matter from any angle-a piece of oval traces, Frisbee , representing things happening far away.

"Are you going away recently?"

"USAD (United States Academic Decathlon), I just said the day before yesterday that I'm going to participate in the national competition, so don't pretend to be a ghost." Peter snorted and got up to go home.

"The teacup can't lie." Phoebe also stood up to put away the tea set. "It shows the latest. Do you know what it means? It means you have to go on a long trip within a week, just wait and see."

The young Spider-Man showed a slightly helpless smile.

The little witch walked to the sink and rolled up her sleeves, and waved her hands in the opposite direction at him, implying that she was going to roll, and started talking nonsense.

"Didn't you want to know how I knew someone would take to the streets to make trouble that day? That's what I got from divination."

...this liar!

"Can a teacup tell you the type of gun?" Peter said while putting on his shoes, "Can you make it look like a lie? Do you think I haven't read the book? You are so good, why don't you give me a weather forecast ? Why don't you buy a lottery ticket?"

"Oh, there is a vine here, I missed it, let me see, the bent vine, which means that this year-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Little Spider yelled in the hallway.

"—You can't even find a girlfriend!"

"Liar!"

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Peter didn't give her a good look when she got up to go to class the next morning.

New York's urban subway is not young. No matter how carefully maintained it is every year, most of the trains have left marks on their bodies.Also looking old is the subway track line. Every time it passes through some specific areas, the ear-piercing friction sound will pull passengers out of newspapers and mobile phones, and they will frown.

Among the group of people who habitually complain, there are two people who are not affected by the bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.Peter was wearing earphones, holding the railing with one hand, and quickly editing and writing text messages to Happy with the other hand, and the screen slapped due to excessive force.Phoebe sat on the seat by the railing, crumpled up the finished biscuit bag and stuffed it in the compartment of the schoolbag, browsing the reports of the world's major media on the serial murder case.

Once again, the Muggle media proved themselves. The authorities only provided limited information to the reporters, but they were able to learn from the person involved, the person's neighbors, the person's seven aunts, and even out of nowhere. What’s even more amazing is that each media outlet has a different perspective. Today this one writes an inventory of the famous serial killers in history, and the next one writes about a certain victim’s infidelity in marriage before he was killed.

She read it carefully and found out the information she wanted: some witnesses claimed that they saw a strange man passing by in the garden when they went out for a walk. a big head; another swears that he heard a "call from hell," a horrible, deep, booming voice.

In this regard, Phoebe said: Have you never heard a clam/toad when you grow up so old?

Some of these reports could be read as fiction.

At the halfway station, she gave up her seat to an old man with a guide dog. During working hours, there were many passengers. She was afraid of stepping on the loyal dog. When the train started, she even stepped back a little.It seemed that someone subconsciously gave a hand to the side, but when Phoebe looked over, he saw Peter pretending to be silent with a headset, frowning and tapping on it.

When they entered the school, there was still a distance of one meter between the two of them. Spider-Man was gliding fast in front, and the short legs behind him were not in a hurry to follow. The meter was quickly stretched to seven or eight meters.

"Have you had a fight with your little girlfriend, Parker!" Eugene was still sitting in the parked car with a deep expression as usual, surrounded by several girls, as if he was waiting to see the reserved drama of Midtown High School.

Unfortunately, today they are doomed to be disappointed.

Peter turned his head abruptly, squeezed eeriely through the gaps between his teeth:

"She's not my girlfriend!"

I don't have such a girlfriend!

It was rare to be pushed back by the nerd Parker, but the triumphant Eugene was shocked, and almost turned the steering wheel of the car by stepping on the accelerator.

Phoebe wanted to laugh a little, but she was too embarrassed to laugh openly, so she pretended to cough twice.

......

Ned mentioned it at lunchtime.

The little fat man knows his brother's character better than anyone else. Generally speaking, he doesn't bother to talk to Eugene, and he can't stop the other party from always making troubles, and occasionally resists.This pair of campus groups once again proved an eternal truth: the rich second generation born with a golden spoon will either bully him to death or "bully" him to death in the face of nerds.If Peter had been a girl, Eugene might have lifted his skirt and pulled the ponytail.

The usual small fights are fine, but today Peter was so angry that he really choked Eugene.Thinking of this, Ned poked his buddy's arm, and asked, "Why are you so angry, have you eaten explosives?"

"It's not my neighbor yet." Someone's steel fork creaked on the plate.

"Take it easy, don't wait to be caught and lose money," Ned glanced at the scratches with lingering fear, "What happened to you, Scamander? I don't think she came to eat. But Eugene doesn't seem to be either." Come on, I heard that he fell on the ground when he went out."

"Who knows what the liar is busy with? Why do you think I lent her my notes? It would be nice to have her detained, so I don't have time to make up things. It's tea divination." Peter poked her with a fork in frustration. The macaroni on the plate until the pile was reduced to a pathetic lump.

"Tea divination?" Ned groaned and asked ambiguously, rolling his eyes, "Did you ask her to figure out if you and... have a relationship?"

The mouth that was poking in the direction of Liz could hang a bottle of oil, but it almost had hehehe written on its face.Michelle sat not far from them, and couldn't help rolling her eyes when she saw this.

Yet no one paid her any attention.

"There's still play, she said that I won't be able to find a girlfriend this year!" Little Spider's head was filled with substantive resentment.

"Wow, isn't it so miserable?!"

"Ned!"

"...Okay, okay," Ned patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Think about it, it's been a few months, I can't find it this year, come back next year. Look at Abraham, he has fought repeatedly. Repeated defeats, repeated defeats, repeated battles, but in the end it didn’t work out.”

Following their fingers, they turned their heads synchronously to look at the boy at the other end of the cafeteria.Abraham was taking out a squashed sandwich from his lunch bag, and handed it to a girl with a flattering face, his dark face blushed... Then a large English dictionary was photographed his face.

The two shuddered in unison, looked back at Liz who was flipping through a ten-year question bank, and swallowed in unison.

"Peter, guess what, I think being single is fine."

"...Thanks, brother."