Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

"Oh dear, Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, I'll ask Dad later, it's not much trouble anyway."

"Maybe... Iceberg Wood's precognitive dreams are real?"

Thinking about this, Yang Xi felt a little incredulous that she actually... was slightly willing to believe in the fantastical dream of prophecy.

Seriously... hopeless romantic brain.

Wait until evening.

Yang Xi chatted with his father about the World Cup, and then told him about the wins, losses, and scores of the four matches.

Mr. Yang laughed and said to her, "Has the sun risen in the west? My daughter also follows football, but this prediction is a bit exaggerated. Predicting the winner is one thing, but even the score is out."

The girl was about to answer that it was her friend's guess, but remembering Wei Qingzhou's instructions, she said that she was just guessing for fun.

Her father smiled and shook his head, not taking it seriously: "Xixi, when it comes to studying, I'm not as good as you, but when it comes to soccer, you're no match for me."

"Can a strong team like Brazil even draw with Morocco? And Qatar vs. Switzerland, although Qatar is the former host, I don't think they can draw with Switzerland either."

The girl muttered softly, "How should I know? I was just guessing for fun, Iceberg... how reliable are your precognitive dreams?"

The 2026 World Cup will be hosted by the United States, Canada and Mexico, so the matches will start at 3 a.m. She won't stay up to watch them; she'll just wait for tomorrow's news.

The following morning.

Yang Xi was sleeping soundly when she was woken up by her father's excited shout.

"Amazing! Xixi! You got the first two matches right! Qatar vs. Switzerland 1-1, Brazil vs. Morocco 1-1, exactly the scores you predicted last night! Not a single goal off! How did you guess them?"

Yang Xi sat on the bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her mind wasn't fully activated yet, and she mumbled, "Could it be a lucky guess?"

Yang's father was caught up in the excitement and completely missed the logical flaw in his daughter's statement. Standing at the bedroom door, he said, "There are still two more rounds to go. If you guess right again, you'll be a true god!"

noon.

At the dinner table, the old football fan looked at his daughter with a gaze that seemed to say... You are my god!

Mr. Yang was both shocked and regretful: "You got all four right, Xixi. If you had bought a four-leg parlay bet, you could have made a small fortune."

Although he is a billionaire, the high odds of a four-leg parlay can multiply the principal by thousands or even tens of thousands of times. Who wouldn't be tempted by such "profits"?

"You really guessed it right? You guessed it all!"

"That's amazing!!"

The girl cheered and, without even eating lunch, ran back upstairs as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Hey... this girl..."

"Could it be that someone else was guessing the numbers?"

"If you like watching sports, you're probably not a boy."

As Yang's father watched his daughter's retreating figure and her newly dyed and permed golden waves after the college entrance examination, his heart skipped a beat.

This is bad!

Could the other guy be some blond-haired idiot?

Yang Xi returned to her room, closed and locked the door, and then called Wei Qingzhou via QQ voice chat.

The ringtone is "The Great Adventure of Maha".

A moment later, the call connected. Wei Qingzhou's voice sounded tired, as if he hadn't slept all night, and he spoke weakly: "Feed."

"All correct! Iceberg, all four are right! Not a single bet is off!" Yang Xi exclaimed excitedly. "Are your precognitive dreams really that accurate? What did you dream about?"

"Who knows?"

Wei Qingzhou yawned and lay on the bed, replying, "Yang Xi, you must listen carefully to everything I say from now on, and keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone. Of course, no one will believe you anyway, so do as you please."

"Anyway... all I need is for you to live!"

The boy spoke these words with utmost seriousness.

"No matter what means you use, as long as you survive and wait for me at the Ba Cheng villa, it doesn't matter."

「!?」

The girl was completely confused, her heart inexplicably racing, and she blushed slightly as she asked shyly, "What do you mean by 'alive'? What's going on? It's all so mysterious..."

Wei Qingzhou briefly recounted his experience as a precognitive dream.

Including the night of the championship victory on July 20th, when an indescribable evil god descended, causing uncontrollable mutations in all life forms worldwide, leading to the collapse of human civilization, a giant crack appearing in the sky, a gigantic tongue licking the earth, the sun disappearing, and an evil gaze replacing sunlight...

Of course, he didn't mention the system or the reincarnators, only saying that it was all a precognitive dream.

Then he told her how to restore her sanity, to prepare enough medication to treat mental illness, to avoid the night of gluttony, and that the night of the apocalypse was actually safer than the day, because most evil things and evil spirits would cease their activity at night.

In addition, if you can get a gun, that would be best; if not, use a powerful cold weapon such as a composite bow.

Yang Xi fell silent after hearing this.

This is absurd!

This is absolutely outrageous!!

A girl who had just turned eighteen was told by the boy she liked in an extremely serious tone: "The world will end in a month. You need to prepare supplies, practice meditation, avoid the moon, don't look up at the sky, and it would be best if you could practice shooting, be prepared to kill monsters, and treat your mental illness medication as a life-saving miracle drug..."

If anyone else said these words to her, she would probably block them and call them a lunatic.

But the person who said these words was Wei Qingzhou.

Having been classmates for three years, the girl didn't think the boy was a liar.

Although he appears aloof on the surface, he is honest, steady, and straightforward.

"Do you believe it or not?" Wei Qingzhou asked.

"I believe you," Yang Xi replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Okay, then you must live until the day I see you again. It won't be long, at most a little over a month."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, the girl's cheeks gradually flushed. She buried her head in the pillow and, mimicking Wei Qingzhou's tone, mumbled to herself, "Yang Xi, listen to me, all I want is for you to live. Nothing else matters... but you must survive, live to see me, wait for me!"

After saying that, she felt embarrassed and pulled the air-conditioning blanket over her head, kicking her legs wildly outside the blanket a few times.

That summer, the girl was still unaware of the apocalypse she was about to face.

the other side.

Ancheng, Sunshine Garden Community.

Wei Qingzhou put down his phone and let out a long sigh.

"Yang Xi, you must survive, live until the day 'I' see you and get the information out of you."

Ensuring Yang Xi lived long enough to see him was just one part of the plan.

Next comes the most crucial step!

Although he was still a little sleepy, Wei Qingzhou forced himself to stay awake.

He splashed cold water on his face, glanced at his slightly haggard young face in the mirror, took a deep breath, patted his cheeks with his hands, and encouraged himself, "The show is about to begin, and every step from here is crucial!"

Then, Wei Qingzhou picked up his outdoor bag and went out.