In this world, everyone is inexplicably obsessed with sports competitions. As a self-proclaimed psychic, I get more consultation requests about romance than about the outcomes of sporting events. Nearly all of them concern extraordinarily talented male athletes with very handsome faces.
"Are the tennis-playing senpai with the smiling eyes and I destined to be together?"
"Do I have a chance of dating the basketball-playing student council president with different-colored eyes?"
"How will my relationship with the volleyball team's setter and captain develop over the next three months?"
"..."
With a perfectly clear conscience, I used these love consultations to sell all sorts of magical potions, scented candles, and crystals.
Just as I was raking in the money, the male athletes who kept being discussed started showing up at my door one after another. "Why don't you try divining how I feel about you right now?"
Me: Handsome faces only affect how fast I make money. Please don't come over!
Reading guide:
1. The story is written in first person.
2. All the occult knowledge in this story comes from the author's imagination. Treat it as fictional.
3. A slow-paced, slice-of-life story.
4. The original timeline and plot have been heavily altered.
5. No couple in the main story; there are different ending routes.
6. This is a work of unrestrained imagination, with logic, plot, and OOC issues everywhere. Please don't yell at me QAQ. If it's not your thing, just move along. No writing advice, please.
Theme: The future is in your own hands
