The Real Daughter Became Famous Through Fortune Telling

I haven't thought about the plot yet, so I'll stop updating for now. Copywriting Yun Tian was a Taoist genius, but died young and passed through a book, becoming a real daughter that everyone despised, and was bound to a show-off system. The system requires that she must continue her life through the pleasure she gets from pretending to be slapped in the face. In order to survive, Yun Tian had to use her metaphysical skills to tell fortunes for all kinds of people. In the beginning, Yun Tian offered fortune telling for ten yuan a time. Family: How can you become a magician if you don't learn well at a young age? Don't go out and embarrass yourself. Rich man: This girl is interesting. I don't believe it anyway. Can such a deceptive trick fool me? Netizen: Sure enough, people from rural areas are superstitious. What can they do that they can't do? How can they be ranked number one in the dance? Later, everyone discovered that every word Yun Tian said came true. The family members began to express their goodwill: Tiantian, for the sake of our blood relationship, can you help me tell my fortune? The big guys begged in every possible way: Master, please help me predict good or bad luck! Netizens screamed crazily: Ahhh! Sister is so awesome! Sister is so awesome! I also want my sister to divine for me! Yun Tian: Sorry, the schedule is already full. Unless... You add money! Small theater One day, someone came to Yun Tian to settle his career. Yun Tian thought that the other person was good-looking, so she thought of helping him gain some love. I didn't expect it, I couldn't figure it out. In her line of work, anything that cannot be calculated is related to her. Yun Tian: So, his love interest is me? Addicted to being bushi, Yun Tian took the initiative to tell the other party: "Hello, sir, I have a feeling that you will fall in love with me in the future." The other party: "The method is a bit old-fashioned. I'm sorry, but you are not my ideal type." Later—— "I was wrong. There is no ideal type at all. You are my ideal type." Ps: A sweet slap in the face, a non-serious metaphysical novel, the heroine's ceiling The male protagonist may appear late The author's logic is useless, please don't take it seriously Intention: sweet and refreshing