My Street-Fortune Telling Is Scarily Accurate, and Now Goddesses Have Their Eyes on Me

Ye Lang was in the final stage of leukemia. Doctors said he wouldn’t live more than three days, and the System told him to stay alive by telling fortunes. What was he supposed to do? He had no other choice. Might as well tell fortunes. On the first day, he made a middle-aged woman who came to report a case cry. On the second day, he used Kulo cards to drive the Duck King into a breakdown. On the third day, after reading the feng shui of a wealthy man’s ancestral grave, the man insisted on giving him a VIP room at a private hospital. He thought he was just an ordinary college student with a terminal illness. That was until the criminal police begged him to serve as an outside consultant, National Security invited him for tea, and influential figures from every walk of life fought to offer him jobs. On top of that, the campus belle came to see him every day, pestering him to tell her about her love life. Ye Lang had no choice. He had to do his classmate a favor: “Hey, young lady, your features are refined, your nose bridge is strong, and there’s a hint of romance in your marriage palace. Your love life looks almost absurdly good.” “So where is he?” Ye Lang counted on his fingers: “Let me see... Oh, your destined partner seems to be right beside you?” “Then have you figured out whether I really come to see you every day just to ask about my love life?” “...”