The Way of Life

Chen Sui traveled through time. At the age of four, he opened the way and was so talented that the whole village carried him on their shoulders. Then he spent twelve years slipping from genius to waste. There was no natal path, no golden finger, and the whole village didn't even raise their eyelids when passing by the old locust tree where he lay down. He thought he had traveled through loneliness. I was a waste in my previous life, and I will still be a waste in this life. Until the village chief's son awakened to his natal path and used him as a punching bag to practice. The moment the fist hit, a picture suddenly flashed through Chen Sui's mind - where the opponent's next punch would land, how hard it would be, and what angle it would be. He ducked. He shouldn't be able to avoid it. From then on, he began to see fragments of memories at critical moments. Tell him exactly what will happen next and how to pass this level every time. He thought this was his destiny - to predict the future.