CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 31: THE PALMISTRY CONTEST (PART 2)

The right eye of the Yuhua Eye fortune teller was blind, radiating a dull gleam. The eye would sting upon exposure to light, thus the classroom could not be illuminated. As for the smell of his feet, it was entirely due to his personal hygiene issues.

"Ziceng, let’s move towards the back," Yan Wuxu was holding his breath so much that his face turned red and his neck blue. They had come in late and all the seats by the window had been taken, so they were shoved to the front by the crowd.

The crowd behind them took a few steps back; every female student seemed to have become a cluster of winter mice huddling together for warmth, wishing to shrink into a single entity and keep as much distance from the long table as possible. Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu were now at the very tip of the human-formed "convex" structure, their movements clearly very noticeable.

"You two students there, come over here, I’m talking to you," Yu Hua’s God Stick called out to them with the tone of a street performer putting on a show.

"Master, I am very busy and have no time to spout nonsense with a group of mediocrities like you. However, since we have met by fate, I will reluctantly explain to you the nuances of Mysticism today." Yu Hua’s God Stick saw that Su Ziceng and the other person were not coming forward, so he picked up his bamboo stick and waved it forward, "Hurry up, just the two of you, male on the left, female on the right, hands open flat."

His bamboo stick was thin and long, making gestures in the narrow classroom that hinted a flair of a master’s duel. Startled by his action, Yan Wuxu hurriedly spread their hands as if in worship, palms up, and laid them on Yu Hua’s God Stick’s long table.

On the mahogany long table, Yan Wuxu’s hands that were accustomed to rough work touched down, immediately eliciting scornful snickers from the female students behind them.

The spread fingers shyly retracted, but were promptly stopped by the bamboo stick tapping at the palm center, judiciously flipping it over several times. "The palm is shallow and slim, the palm shape is long and rectangular, fingers like winter bamboo shoots, lacking redness amidst the white. A shallow palm cannot hold wealth, lacking red amidst white, fortune and fate cannot grow long, you must practice kindness in your youth so that you have no worries in old age." Yu Hua’s God Stick rattled off, leaving Yan Wuxu choking in silence. She was a clever person, but what the Mysticism master had said seemed to be more bad than good.

"Now your turn," Su Ziceng sat to the right side of Yu Hua’s God Stick, precisely at the spot of his blind spot.

The immaculate pair of hands, seemingly carved from translucent jade, Su Ziceng rarely did any labor, making Yan Wuxu’s hands appear even more embarrassing.

Yu Hua’s God Stick only glanced once before he began to pronounce the fate, "Protected by a noble family, veins of gold and jade, sharing fortune and longevity. If your heart is steady, you will have no worries until your old age." All auspicious and fortunate words, Su Ziceng’s hands were evenly thick, with rounded fingertips, and coupled with skin that was white with a healthy flush, and well-arranged nail roots, they were the hands of someone born to a good life.

"Your prediction is inaccurate," Su Ziceng replied with sarcasm after hearing the compliments, through the hazy scent of incense.

"Who dares to say I’m inaccurate," Yu Hua’s God Stick became somewhat disgruntled. Hands are the essence of a person, and the right hand’s blood runs straight to the heart. He had always been able to delineate a person’s entire life just by their hands. Today, being publicly declared inaccurate by a green girl, what face did he have left.

If it hadn’t been for that girl bringing bad luck and smashing his door recently, which was equivalent to dismantling his signboard, the fortune teller would not have been forced into closing his doors for months, offending his regular clients, and wouldn’t have come to this place full of arrogant women to teach a Mysticism class.

"Master Wang, please don’t take to heart some people’s irrelevant defiance," from a corner, a figure stood up. Listening to the approaching footsteps, steady and unhurried, Su Ziceng always wondered if Wen Maixue would maintain the same pace even in a fire or avalanche.

Wen Maixue was speaking out of politeness; Kelly wouldn’t allow an unqualified, freeloading teacher to enter their ranks. Seeing that Su Zi had taken the lead in the matter, she conveniently pushed the issue of finding fault onto her.

"Mai Xue has also heard that the Master can predict the past and the future, his deduction of Fate is renowned both domestically and abroad," Wen Maixue flattered him from head to toe, even bringing in high praises internationally.

Everyone enjoys compliments, and Yu Hua’s God Stick was no exception. Smiling from ear to ear, even his Yuhua Eye gleamed brightly.

"Then please would Master be troubled to read Mai Xue’s fortune," Wen Maixue used her right hand to push aside Su Ziceng’s hand, placing it in front of Yu Hua’s God Stick.

This was nothing short of blatant provocation. There had been stealing of brides, rice, and the color white before, but stealing a fortune-telling session was unprecedented.

"The hand lines of Eldest Lady Wen, of course, indicate great fortune. Though there might be small setbacks in youth, after reaching adulthood, wealth will flow smoothly, and marriage will be blissful, amounting to a life of abundance and longevity," Wen Maixue, after hearing this, finally took a deep breath, and upon recalling Yu Hua’s God Stick’s mention of "small setbacks in youth," her confidence in him grew a little more.

The affairs of the Wen family were seldom heard by outsiders, and there was no way someone would have informed the Master. As for the blissful marriage, a smiling expression appeared on her face, as if she could not wait to crown the fortune teller with "unparalleled accuracy."

People always prefer to believe the good rather than the bad; Yu Hua’s God Stick smiled radiantly, but he noticed the subtle changes in Wen Maixue’s tone before and after. Palmistry is merely an appearance; accuracy lies in the heart. A rich young lady like Wen Maixue should be naïve at this age, yet she was prudent and mature. If it weren’t for experiencing a family calamity in her youth, how would she have developed such a mature personality?

"Eldest Lady Wen, can’t you tell those were just flattering words? Even if you were born with a golden spoon, it doesn’t guarantee a lifetime without worries," the words of Su Ziceng were like a splash of cold water in the face, drenching the joy of both Yu Hua’s God Stick and Wen Maixue. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)