◎Sickly Control Guy? No Way!◎
【Wash up quickly, something’s happened.】
Zhong Yao rolled her eyes at Dou Dou but obediently brushed her teeth and washed her face at top speed. She sat down at the table, chewing on her meal, and mumbled somewhat unclearly, “What happened?”
【Look at your phone yourself.】 Dou Dou said, then dove into the phone.
Zhong Yao picked up her phone and opened Yu Yin. The first thing that popped up was still a familiar video.
In the video, hail suddenly fell over Lingshi City. The hailstones, about the size of soybeans, quickly covered much of the city. Cars parked on the roadside got an unexpected snow bath, and pedestrians walking along the streets were pelted in the face by the sudden hail.
“Hail in the afternoon?” Zhong Yao touched her chin. Her limited geography knowledge told her that hail usually occurs in areas with complex terrain, like Lingshi, and mostly from February to May. It was already mid-June, hail was rare at this time.
Dou Dou appeared on the screen, a speech bubble by its mouth: 【The Meteorological Bureau has already issued a warning about the hail. Not many citizens were harmed, so that’s not the main issue. Look at this.】
Its tiny hand swiped, and the video view suddenly switched to a farm.
The farm wasn’t large by any means, on the verge of bankruptcy. The roof had several large holes, and the equipment and facilities were all old and falling apart.
The number of chickens was small, and they all looked thin, barely a few pounds each.
The hail arrived suddenly, with the force of a thunderbolt, smashing a hole into the already fragile roof. As the hail fell to the ground, the chickens, caught completely off guard, were struck and killed on the spot.
Even the farm’s owner, who had just taken a short nap, was directly woken by the hail. As he regained consciousness, he heard the pained cries of the chickens in the snow-filled air.
Hail usually comes and goes quickly, it disappeared after about ten minutes.
The farm owner was fine, but most of the chickens had died.
When the video finished, Dou Dou crawled out of the phone and said: 【I have a feeling the owner of that farm won’t stop here. He will have great opportunities in the future. But it’s too far ahead for me to predict exactly what will happen. In any case, saving his farm now will be a good deed.】
【As usual, post the foresight video using the Shao Siming account. Be quick, hail will arrive in 20 minutes.】
Zhong Yao had no choice but to push her half-eaten lunch aside and start editing the video on her phone.
From the media library Chen Zhu Jing provided, she carefully selected a photo of hail and edited a caption: “In the afternoon, hail will occur in the southwest of Lingshi City. Please take precautions. Especially the owner of the Jin Xiu Farm in Gangbai Township, please take extra care to protect your chickens and prevent them from being killed by the hail.”
Zhong Yao even chose a pleasant-sounding robotic female voice to narrate the caption.
After fumbling awkwardly for a while, Zhong Yao finally managed to produce a video that wasn’t too shabby. She nodded in satisfaction and clicked to send it.
The “Shao Siming” account was still popular, as soon as the video went live, it racked up quite a few views and comments.
Zhong Yao ate her meal slowly, building up the courage, and then opened the comment section.
“Shao Siming is making another prediction! Front row selling peanuts and sunflower seeds, get your popcorn ready!”
“Dongchuan City just got lucky, yet Shao Siming is acting all high and mighty. Does she really think she’s some kind of prophet?”
“She even specifically warns to protect the chickens. Is Shao Siming some undercover animal protection agent in the Meteorological Bureau? Is her next video going to scold us for eating meat?”
“This is hilarious. If you want traffic, at least check the timing, okay? Hail in the middle of a hot summer afternoon?”
Many users replied to the last comment, but the discussion gradually went off-topic.
“Sharing a little knowledge: hail usually occurs in areas with complex terrain and mostly in summer afternoons. So strictly speaking, Shao Siming’s prediction does have some geographical basis.”
Someone replied: “Look at you, acting so clever. Impressive.”
Other users chimed in: “Someone get that guy up there out of here.”
“Come on, admit you’re just visiting Ning Su Province.”
Zhong Yao ignored the off-topic chatter. A quick glance at the comments showed that out of ten comments, nine were saying Dongchuan City’s hail was just luck, eight were waiting for her to be proven wrong, seven mocked her for shamelessly chasing trends, and six were pure onlookers enjoying the drama.
She sighed. The road to a peaceful comment section was long and arduous!
After finishing lunch, Zhong Yao checked out of the hotel and returned to school.
Si Ning Qing had been called by the counselor to help organize some materials, so only Chen Xiang was in the dorm.
“I already told you, Chen Zhu Jing is my brother. I even showed you the family photo. What else are you worrying about?” Chen Xiang said impatiently into the phone, a little annoyed.
Zhong Yao didn’t know what was being said on the other end. Chen Xiang rolled her eyes: “We both study away from home. Isn’t it normal for siblings to take care of each other? He’s in the hospital now, if I don’t go, who will? Should we make our parents come all the way here?”
Hearing keywords like “Chen Zhu Jing” and “hospital,” Zhong Yao instinctively looked up.
Chen Zhu Jing had been her mentor and guide in the self-media field, providing detailed tutorials and explanations that had helped her immensely.
Now that she heard he was in the hospital, she naturally paid extra attention.
“You’re crazy!” Chen Xiang shouted, then hung up the phone.
She put her phone down on the table, but the same person called again. Muttering curses, she blocked the number and finally opened her wardrobe to look for clothes.
“Ah Xiang, what’s going on? Is Chen Zhu Jing sick?”
Chen Xiang replied, “He was riding his bike this morning and got grazed by a small car. He fractured his right leg, but thankfully there’s no major injury.”
Zhong Yao was surprised. “Then I’ll go with you to the hospital. After all, he’s taught me a lot.”
Chen Xiang changed her clothes and nodded. “Okay, let’s go together.”
She picked up her phone and saw dozens of messages from the same person on WeChat. Irritated, she frowned and blocked that account as well.
Zhong Yao glanced at the sender’s WeChat nickname and cautiously asked, “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?”
“I’ve explained a thousand times that Chen Zhu Jing is my cousin, but he’s insanely jealous,” Chen Xiang snorted coldly. “He never used to be so controlling, but lately, it’s been obsessive. He monitors me, doesn’t allow me to talk to other guys, and now, even when my own brother gets hurt and I go to the hospital to take care of him, he forbids it. I’m his girlfriend, not a caged bird, so I just broke up with him.”
She dated to be happy, not to suffer for someone else’s control.
Zhong Yao felt indignant on her friend’s behalf. “He doesn’t think being overbearing makes him charming, does he? Ah Xiang, if you can’t stand him, breaking up was the right choice. Don’t let yourself be treated badly.”
Chen Xiang vented her frustration, which lifted a weight off her chest, and her mood relaxed considerably.
She smiled at Zhong Yao, signaling that she was okay.