Sensational! Fake Noble VS Real Genius
Chapter 427: Your disaster is imminent, you need to calculate a divination

Chapter 427: Chapter 427: Your disaster is imminent, you need to calculate a divination

Sun Yujia was pushed several times in succession, until she was finally squeezed to a place far from the stall.

Watching the crowded cluster of people, Sun Yujia felt her chest rise and fall with frustration, and eventually stomped her foot and left angrily.

"Miss, we meet again." Mo Weiran squeezed his way to Gu Zhiqi’s side and greeted her.

This time, it wasn’t with his usual slick airs, but with a bit more sincerity.

Gu Zhiqi nodded to him slightly and then continued to look down at her phone.

Seeing this, Mo Weiran didn’t speak further but instead sized up Gu Zhiqi from head to toe.

If Ling Yuanzhou had been there, it could have been an act, but now, with Ling Yuanzhou gone, there was no longer any need to pretend, right?

So, had she really changed?

"Young lady, here are your grilled gluten sticks." The stall owner handed Gu Zhiqi her grilled gluten, adding one more stick, "Thanks for earlier, this one is on the house."

Free stuff should never be turned down. Gu Zhiqi happily accepted it.

Holding her grilled gluten sticks, she left the crowd.

After walking some distance, a figure suddenly called out from behind, "Hey! Miss, not Gu Zhiqi, wait a moment."

Gu Zhiqi slowed her steps and looked back at Mo Weiran, seeing him emerge from the crowd carrying three sticks of grilled gluten, striding towards her.

Gu Zhiqi did not really want to wait for him, but seeing the mix of dark and light in his expression, she suddenly changed her mind.

If he was coming to her of his own accord, it would be doing herself a disservice not to take his money.

Thus, Gu Zhiqi actually stopped in her tracks and waited for Mo Weiran.

When Mo Weiran caught up to her, before he could say anything, Gu Zhiqi took the initiative to ask, "Care for a fortune-telling?"

"Ah?" Mo Weiran was completely taken aback.

I mean, what’s the situation?

Since when did she become a fortuneteller?

Recalling something, Mo Weiran’s look at Gu Zhiqi suddenly changed, "No way, Miss. Even if the Gu family kicked you out, you don’t have to resort to fortune-telling scams for money, do you?"

Listening to Mo Weiran’s words, Gu Zhiqi slightly raised an eyebrow, not taking it to heart, but continued, "Trouble is approaching you, you need to have your fortune told."

Fortune-telling required expending Yuan Force.

Normally, Gu Zhiqi would not offer to read someone’s fortune without their agreement.

Otherwise, if the person refused to accept the reading, it would just be a waste of Yuan Force.

"Huh?" Mo Weiran was confused for a few seconds, then burst into sudden laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"No way, Miss. Really?"

"Even if you’re truly out of money, we can find another way to earn it, can’t we?"

"You were such a good student, you could make money tutoring, right? Plus, any part-time job would do, why would you become a fortuneteller?"

Mo Weiran was convinced that Gu Zhiqi must be out of money and that’s why she wanted to scam money by posing as a fortuneteller.

After all, they were classmates once, Mo Weiran felt it was his duty to pull Gu Zhiqi back from the brink, to prevent her from going down the wrong path and possibly ending up in jail for fraud.

"Don’t you play piano? My family’s little niece happens to need a piano teacher, how about it, come and teach her?" Mo Weiran tilted his head and said to Gu Zhiqi.

Gu Zhiqi... "No need."

Hearing Gu Zhiqi’s response, Mo Weiran became even more determined to prevent her from going astray, pulled out his own phone, and handed it to Gu Zhiqi, "Don’t be hasty in refusing. Here, Miss... uh, Classmate Gu Zhiqi, let’s add each other as friends, you can contact me anytime if you change your mind."

Looking at the WeChat QR code presented by Mo Weiran, Gu Zhiqi didn’t hesitate to scan and add him.

She didn’t forget to tell Mo Weiran, "If you feel like having your fortune told, you can contact me anytime."

Mo Weiran "..."