It’s been a week since Lin Zhou awakened his ability, and he’s realized that apart from letting him know what time the guy next door gets home at night and how many times the lady upstairs does her square-dancing routine each day, it’s completely useless. Then two men in black suits walk into the examination room. Lin Zhou thinks he’s been caught for spreading supernatural information, and all sorts of forced-surgery scenes flash through his mind. Instead, they pull out an official document and an employment contract: a three-month probation, a monthly salary of eight thousand, full social insurance and housing fund contributions, and weekends off?
