Chapter 22: It’s the Witch

Chapter 22

Ten minutes later, a few people were strolling around the fruit section. Jin Yang asked Chu Yang if she preferred apples or grapes. Chu Yang, who was next to him, pointed at the watermelon and said, “Let’s eat watermelon. I’ll buy it.” After tapping the watermelon, she chose two and put them in the shopping cart Jin Yang was pulling.

When the few people felt they had gotten enough, they went to check out. Just then, they heard someone saying at the supermarket entrance, “A series of accidents just happened on Heping West Road! Don’t go to Heping West Road later. There’s a traffic jam over there.”

“That serious? A series of accidents?”

“Yes. Several cars flipped over and some people were thrown out. Tragic! Several ambulances have gone. Didn’t you hear the sound of the ambulances?”

The few people who were checking out were shocked and looked at Chu Yang, who was arguing with Chi Yan about paying. “I’m paying for the watermelon. Don’t move! If you move I’ll block you!”

Chi Yan: “...Fine.”

After paying, the few guys looked at Chu Yang. Wei Feng swallowed and said, “Boss! Oh no! Goddess! How do we go back now?”

Chu Yang was holding a watermelon. She said, “No problem, just a traffic jam.”

Hearing that, the few big guys relaxed. Chu Yang handed them the watermelon she was holding: “This is for you, to calm your shock.” After all, they had just spent over 1,000 yuan on the meal.

After Chu Yang freed up her hands, Chi Yan gave her a bag of snacks, “For you to eat.”

Chu Yang: “Huh?”

Chi Yan directly put the snacks in her hands, then left with the other guys.

Looking at the big bag of snacks, Chu Yang fell into deep thought. This back and forth, just who owes who?

The few guys sat in the car. Zhao QingYun didn’t even dare to drive. “Yan, you drive.”

Yuan Zhi scorned, “Coward!”

Zhao QingYun: “Then you drive!” Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Yuan Zhi: “No!”

Zhao QingYun glared at him. In the end, Chi Yan drove. As the car passed Heping West Road, there was indeed a traffic jam. Driving past the scene, they could see the tragic sight. Wei Feng wiped his forehead, “Look, I’m sweating.”

Wei Feng: !!!

Zheng Qing: Wow! The boss is a witch who can prophesize? How does she not seem like one?

Yuan Zhi: It’s just a username, not necessarily a real witch.

Wei Feng: Right, maybe she’s a fortune teller! Witches feel like dark creatures, wearing black robes, wrinkled faces, and there would be crows and stuff.

Seeing the words “crows”, Chi Yan suddenly recalled Chu Yang feeding bread to the crows. So... was she really a witch?

Maybe because on Weibo, every weather forecast and minor event she predicted was very accurate, her fans were steadily increasing. Then Chu Yang finally started earning money steadily.

Generally every week some people would consult her on questions - on relationships, whether a trip would be safe, on exam results. The low end would be a few hundred yuan, the high end could be a few thousand, mainly from monetary gifts.

There were even people asking Chu Yang if she sold talismans for luck, fortune bags, amulets and such. Every time Chu Yang felt speechless. She was a prophecy witch... not some fortune teller or grand master of Buddhism or Taoism. She was just an ordinary prophecy witch trying to earn money to survive.

She doesn’t make luck talismans or fortune bags, protective amulets or anything like that. She knows nothing, just an ordinary prophecy witch. Yes, ordinary.

To avoid this happening again, Chu Yang made a Weibo post: This person is just an ordinary prophecy loser. I don’t know anything else like luck charms, fortune bags etc. Thank you everyone.

Soon her fans commented:

ChirpChirpChirpChirp: If the blogger is a loser, what am I? I’m a huge loser! *crying emoji*

Don’t love being free and easy: So being able to prophesize makes you a small loser! *crying emoji* I can’t do anything.

Prophecy Little Witch replied Don’t love being free and easy: No, you can eat.

Don’t love being free and easy: Wow, the blogger replied me! And she even knows I’m a foodie!

After this Weibo post, people asking her to make protective amulets finally reduced. Only newcomers would ask.

“[Transfer $500] Blogger! Are you there? I beg you, can you help me find my son? My son is missing! No matter how much money, I can give!”

When Chu Yang saw this message, it was already late into the night. She had gone to the library to find books today. By the time she returned to her dorm when they were closing up, which was 11pm, she went back to shower, blow dry her hair and tidy things up. It was late into the night. Before sleeping, she checked her messages and saw this message.