I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 142: Jin Fan’s Greeting

But the director said, "Don’t go. Let’s just wait a little longer! The cruise ship coming to get us will be here soon!"

Shen Zhiyao countered, "The hail and rain are both coming down hard. It’s not a good time to set sail. We should just call it a day."

Just as she said that, the director’s phone rang.

After hanging up, the director instinctively looked over at Shen Zhiyao, his eyes filled with disbelief. "That was the company. They said they got a report that the hail will last for two days and suggested we leave the day after tomorrow. Miss Shen, all this... did you predict it all?"

Shen Zhiyao pulled a folding umbrella from her cloth bag. "I did. In that case, I’ll see you all the day after tomorrow."

Just as Shen Zhiyao was about to leave, Meng Xiaoxiao suddenly dashed out from behind her, smiling obsequiously. "Hehehe, you’re so pretty, you wouldn’t mind taking me with you, would you? I’m really scared of getting hit by the hail, please, please!"

Zhou Lun, intending to isolate Shen Zhiyao, quickly tried to persuade Meng Xiaoxiao, "That shabby little umbrella will probably get smashed to pieces by the hail before you take a few steps! We should just wait for rescue here!"

Shen Zhiyao ignored Zhou Lun and simply said, "Fine."

Meng Xiaoxiao eagerly ducked under Shen Zhiyao’s umbrella and followed her away.

Zhou Lun shouted after them, "Xiao Xiao, you forgot your luggage!"

The next second, a powerful gust of wind tore through, ripping the stainless steel awning to shreds.

Everyone under the awning was suddenly exposed to the hailstorm. At that moment, whether they were award-winning actors or top-tier idols, they all scrambled for cover as the hailstones pelted down, any trace of their celebrity glamour long gone.

Shen Zhiyao’s umbrella, transparent with a hint of blue, looked particularly beautiful in the hailstorm.

Although the umbrella was made of cheap material and was quite small, it was as if it magically expanded, completely shielding them from the onslaught of hail and rain. Meng Xiaoxiao remained perfectly dry, without a single drop of water on her.

As they walked, Meng Xiaoxiao marveled, "I never would have dreamed it would actually rain and hail today. Your prediction was so accurate! Do you have a master? Where did you learn to do that?"

The entertainment industry’s hottest rising starlet had turned into a complete chatterbox around Shen Zhiyao, talking nonstop. "Since you predicted the weather so accurately, does that mean Actor Sun really has a son? And is Zhou Lun really about to be ruined?"

"That Zhou Lun... he’s not actually a scumbag, is he? We’re supposed to film a short drama together. I was wondering, will we still get the chance to work together?"

Shen Zhiyao said, "You won’t get the chance. The male lead for the short drama will be replaced."

By the time she finished speaking, the two of them had already walked 800 meters.

Shen Zhiyao, finding the beautiful chatterbox a bit overwhelming, casually asked, "Is this far enough for you?"

"This is more than far enough! Thank you, you sly fox!" Meng Xiaoxiao took a step back, out from under the umbrella’s protection. "The hail is coming down so hard now. They’ll probably end up coming here to take shelter soon. Why don’t we go to the coffee shop inside and grab a drink? My treat!"

"You’re the sly fox, not me. I’ll pass on the coffee. The production team won’t be able to film for a while, so I’ll see you the day after tomorrow."

Shen Zhiyao gave Meng Xiaoxiao one last look, then turned and left.

Meng Xiaoxiao stood there, watching Shen Zhiyao’s retreating figure intently, before heading into the hotel.

Throughout their entire walk, Shen Zhiyao never once commented on the umbrella.

As the clock ticked toward 12:30, the viewers in the live stream chat all turned their eyes to the weather outside, eagerly awaiting the promised clear, sunny skies.

Cities farther away might have been different.

But in all the areas around Beijing City, dark clouds had gathered, and deafening claps of thunder echoed outside.

The moment it turned 12:30, hail began to fall across all of Beijing City. The downpour was intense and quickly swept across the entire northern region.

On the live stream, the once-radiant celebrities were now a mess, scrambling for safety without any regard for their public image.

And then there was Shen Zhiyao. Dressed in a pale blue qipao and holding a matching pale blue umbrella, she walked through the hailstorm with an air of grace and gentleness, a stark contrast to the miserable state of the other celebrities.

This seemingly delicate woman wore an expression of calm and composure that belied her age.

[Holy shit, is this woman a goddess or something? That prediction was spot-on! How can a person be more accurate than the weather forecast?!]

[OMG, I’m starting to seriously suspect she’s related to the Dragon King. How is it that she says it’ll hail and rain, and it does, when every single weather forecast said it wouldn’t?]

[To make sure the premiere went smoothly, the production team even contacted the meteorological department. The weather people said it was going to be a bright, sunny day, which is why they went live. How did it end up hailing?]

[I used to really dislike Shen Zhiyao. I just thought she always had this cold, blank look on her face, like she was being pretentious. Now I get it—that’s just her face! She has no expression at all! Look, all the staff and celebrities are panicking, but she’s the only one who’s completely calm!]

[You’re only just realizing how great our streamer is? Let me tell you, our streamer is beautiful, kind-hearted, and her predictions have never once been wrong.]

[Hey ladies, do you think what the streamer predicted about Actor Sun and Zhou Lun could be true?]

[Of course it’s fake! Everyone, stop spreading rumors. I’ve been a fan of Actor Sun for ten years, and he’s never had a single scandal. He’s the perfect gentleman! Don’t you dare slander my favorite actor!]

[The gossip about Zhou Lun has to be fake, too. I’ve been his stalker fan for ten years—if there was any dirt on him, wouldn’t I know? If he was fooling around, I would’ve found out long ago. To all of Zhou Lun’s fans, don’t worry. There’s definitely nothing going on!]

Before the viewers could discuss it further, the live stream abruptly cut off.

There are countless variety shows every year, but one being forced off the air in such an absurd manner was truly a first.

The production team of *Qing Qing Wo Wo* and the head of Mango TV were both completely stunned.

How could the weather forecast fail to detect such a widespread hailstorm?

What on earth was the meteorological department doing?

The meteorological department had previously told them with a smile, "Don’t worry, it definitely won’t rain on the 30th. The next few days will all be sunny, so you can start filming on any day you choose."

So why did it suddenly start hailing today? Why?!

The head of Mango TV furiously called the weather station.

The person on the other end said, "You can’t blame us for the inaccurate forecast! Due to a meteorological phenomenon, a patch of haze was blocking our equipment. We couldn’t get a reading for a while, so the hailstorm was a complete surprise. Everyone on our team was stunned. The haze just obstructed our monitoring; the results we were getting definitely indicated clear skies. Our systems only just now started showing hail. If you don’t believe me, come over and see for yourself. If I’m lying, may my entire family drop dead."

The head of Mango TV was speechless. "..."

’So it’s true,’ he thought. ’People really do laugh when they’re at a complete loss for words...’

’So basically, you can’t trust the weather forecast anymore. If you want to know what the weather will actually be, you have to ask the heavens themselves!’

"Is it true you only just detected the hail?"

"Absolutely. I don’t know if the equipment’s broken or what. If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself!"

The head of Mango TV was speechless again. "..."

At this point, there was nothing more the head of Mango TV could say.

The moment he hung up, a call came in from Jin Fan. "Well hello there, Station Head! Busy, are we? I see the *Qing Qing Wo Wo* production is still filming! Oh, wait, no, the live stream’s been cut off!"

"You see? I told you our Yuanqi Entertainment’s Shen Zhiyao is scarily accurate with her predictions, but you just wouldn’t believe me. And now look what’s happened. The production team must have lost a fortune, huh?"

"I told you Miss Shen’s predictions are never wrong. Who’s to blame for not asking her before you went live? You brought this on yourselves!"