My Superpower Is Not for Fishing

Chen Le opened his eyes at his workstation and skillfully wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. In the dream, his devilish boss slapped a report on his face and roared: "Chen Le! You are late for the eighth time this month!" This dream was so real that he could even count whether it was parsley or leeks that his boss had embedded in his teeth today. He yawned but didn't take it seriously. Until this same dream, like a single loop, played continuously for a week. "... No way?" A ridiculous idea took root in his mind. The next day, he arrived at the company half an hour early for the first time. When he was holding the coffee and calmly watching the female devil rush into the office on time, and then gave him an expression as if she had seen a ghost when she arrived on time, Chen Le knew that his life seemed to be cheating! He excitedly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his close friend Jin Duoduo: "Brother, I seem to have become a prophet!" The other party replied instantly: "Happy, are you hallucinating again while playing games all night? Listen to my advice and stop reading those shady online novels." Chen Le curled his lips and decided to speak with the facts. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate: "Let me see if I picked up any money on the way to get off work today?" The "little theater" in his mind opened: In the picture, he was standing at the subway entrance, and a man in a doll costume handed him a flyer with the words "Infertility, go to XX"... Chen Le was silent. There seems to be something wrong with this super power?