Wei Zhiyu, a well-known anti-counterfeiting blogger, specializes in treating all kinds of complaints.
She rushed into the "Tianji Hall" carrying a camera and gave Shen Bancheng a hard hammer: "Feudal superstition! Charlatan! Show me your true colors!"
Shen Zhiji looked up at her and calmly threw out a lottery ticket:
"Three days later, your left arm will be bloody."
Wei Zhiyu sneered: "If I get hurt, I will call the police to arrest you."
Three days later——
She fell onto her back in her bathroom and needed seven stitches in her left arm.
Wei Zhiyu: "…………"
She carried the stitched arm and went to Tianji Hall again: "Shen, are you cursing me?!"
Shen Zhiji leaned back on the chair and looked at her calmly: "I said, I'm not cursing you, I'm reminding you."
"Then if you calculate it for me now, what will happen to me next?"
Shen Zhiji was silent for a long time.
After Wei Zhiyu thought he was about to start making it up, he spoke in a very soft voice:
"I can't count you."
"You are the only variable in my life chart."
"And the variables..."
He raised his head and looked at her, with a light in his eyes that she couldn't understand:
"It's my calamity, and it's also my... Solution."
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Food Guide
· The male protagonist who is a master of calculation × the female protagonist who is hard-core in cracking down on counterfeiters
· Science VS metaphysics, who will fall first?
· Male protagonist: "I could have calculated everything in the world, but I could never have predicted that I would fall into your hands."
· Heroine: "Don't do this, I think you just want to deceive me about my feelings!"
Intention: You are the only person I cannot count and the only person I want to keep