Shipwrecked Psychics

My name is Qimu Lizi, and you could say I’m kind of a psychic.

Why kind of?

Because I have a cousin who’s a real psychic.

He could talk at fourteen days old, walk in midair at one month, and run errands for Mom at one year old. Telepathy, telekinesis, X-ray vision, precognition, teleportation, clairvoyance... There’s almost nothing he can’t do.

Compared with him, what kind of psychic am I?

I’m just an utterly ordinary, plain Jane high school girl whose words come true.

My life is nothing special: every day I go back and forth between school and home, attend cram school on weekends, and occasionally use my pocket money to buy something at a dessert shop.

One weekend afternoon, I packed up the dessert shop’s latest treat as usual. Then a baseball came flying in from the horizon and ruined my plans. When I came to, I was already at the bottom of the sea in another world...

And the whole surface of the sea was covered with guys like Nendo... idiots.

#RunForYourLife #DontComeAshore

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