Every Day, I Wake Up Frightened by My Own Dreams

I’ve dropped this story because it didn’t meet the requirements. Luckily, I’d only saved thirty thousand words~~

Also known as The Dream Prophet

Chu Fei graduated from a third-rate university. He worked diligently and conscientiously, just barely scraping by as a real estate agent in the capital, where you either made a fortune or starved.

Whenever he had to take temporary jobs on the side to meet his sales targets, he envied civil servants with their iron rice bowls. Holiday benefits, assigned housing, all kinds of special discounts. He was so jealous.

He never imagined that he’d get to enjoy that kind of life himself: working at the “most untouchable” place, alongside the “most badass” people, with two iron rice bowls to boot. He was so happy.

In an age that believed in science and was dominated by tech geniuses, Chu Fei gained a powerful supernatural ability.

His dreams could predict the future.

Natural disasters, man-made calamities, terrorist attacks, major criminal investigations, economic crimes, corruption cases, the safety of important national leaders on foreign visits, and even the old Wang next door: all within his power. He was so awesome.

The appeal: Because his “dreams” were so important, Chu Fei’s sleeping hours were strictly limited.

A little bottom who nearly became a poster child for the government’s couple happiness index x a hot-blooded detective top whose old flame has reignited and who’s ready to flip the table

Theme: With great ability comes great responsibility.