"Um... the head hurts so much, my forehead is so hot." Chen Cong got up from the bed. After touching his head, he found that his forehead was extremely hot. He felt his lips became dry and cracked due to fever. He was thirsty and slowly climbed out of the bed and went out to find water to drink. Only when he landed on the ground did he truly understand what it means to be heavy and light. He was thinking that if he wrote essays in Chinese in the future, he would definitely use this word well.

Chen Cong finally walked out of the hall in the dark, and finally walked out of the hall. He remembered that his mother was used to putting a bottle of boiled water on the dining table. After his eyes gradually got used to it in the dark, he would gradually have some night vision. He saw the boiled water on the dining table, and his thirst was unbearable, so he hurried over to get the water.

At this time, Chen Cong's originally light foot moved to the dining chair and fell violently. He had already had a fever before he could even feel the pain, so he fainted...

"Cong, why are you lying here... The child's mother, my son fainted..."

"Why is this happening? The fever is very severe. Call the emergency number quickly, no, go to the hospital."

"Son, you have to resist, Dad will take you to the hospital now."

"Old Chen, hurry up, if your son has any accidents, I will never finish it with you."...

Chen Cong also accepted some outside voices in a daze, but when he opened his eyes and woke up, he saw a vast white area.

"Son, are you awake?" Zhang Hui didn't sleep all night and stayed by Chen Cong's side. Seeing Chen Cong open her eyes, she sat down happily at the bed.

"Mom." Chen Cong responded and sat up from the bed. At this time, he was completely awake and found that he was in the hospital and remembered that he had a fever after getting wet in the rain yesterday.

"The doctor said that your body temperature has dropped. How about it? Is your head still dizzy? Is it painful?" Zhang Hui touched Chen Cong's forehead with a heartache and asked with concern.

"Okay, mom, I'm fine. Where is my dad?" Chen Cong replied happily, although his head was still a little dizzy.

"Your dad went to work when he saw you stop having a fever in the morning. The brat, you must have been in the rain yesterday, and he said stubbornly that no, now you have a fever. Chen Cong, mom told you that fever is a big deal or not. Did you know that you had a fever last night? 40 degrees is very dangerous, you..."

After Zhang Hui's endless nagging, Chen Cong finally cried. After he repeatedly promised not to get wet in the rain and took care of his health, Zhang Hui let him go, and then cleaned up and was discharged from the hospital.

When Chen Cong got home, he found that it was already past ten o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, Zhang Hui said that he had asked for leave from his class teacher, which made him feel very happy. It turned out that being sick was such a happy thing.

This time, the high fever came and went quickly. When Chen Cong returned home, he could not feel any discomfort such as dizziness. On the contrary, he felt that his reaction ability was much faster.

Why? Because when he first entered his room, he moved the schoolbag on the table away from the computer. It was definitely the time to play without class. When he moved the schoolbag, he felt that the schoolbag would touch the cup next to it and the cup would fall off the table. He just felt that this process was less than a second. Sure enough, the cup was touched by his schoolbag and fell off the table. As if he had expected it, Chen Cong quickly reached out and caught the cup.

"When did you have such a good reaction? Why didn't you play basketball..." Chen Cong laughed at himself and said to himself, but the smile on his face froze. No, it was obvious that the cup would first touch it in his mind before reaching out to catch the cup.

"Is this the ability to predict the prediction?" Chen Cong, who usually reads fantasy novels occasionally, is his heart pounding now. Does he have a bloody ability after having a high fever like the protagonist of the novel? He needs to test it, but how to test it, how to test the ability to predict the prediction...

Chen Cong seemed to have thought of something, and immediately looked eager to try, touched a basketball from under the bed and ran out of the room.

"Mom, I'll go downstairs to pitch."

Chen Cong ran down the stairs a few times and ran to the basketball court in the community. No one was playing at the basketball court at this time. Chen Cong held the basketball and ran to the three-point line and shot perfectly towards the basket.

"Bang!" The ball hit the front frame and flew out.

"No?" Chen Cong picked up the ball in disappointment. The shooting just now did not show the premonition like the ones he had just seen. He smiled bitterly: "It seems that I was stupid and was knocked out by the "dream". How could there be superpowers in this world? Even if there is one, it would not be my turn."

When he returned home, in Zhang Hui's surprised gaze, Chen Cong swallowed lunch three times the speed of normal times, and then took the initiative to wash all the bowls before returning to the room. Chen Cong originally wanted to sleep comfortably, but his head was always thinking about some fragments of things, which were extremely active and could not stop.

Finally, after tossing and turning on the bed for an hour, Chen Cong, who couldn't sleep, got up and changed his clothes, preparing to go to school to find Xiaopang and the others to play with.

After saying hello to his mother, Chen Cong ran down the stairs excitedly in three steps and rushed to the school. This was the first time he wanted to go to school so much since he was in high school, although his purpose was just to go and play.

But as soon as he stepped into the school gate, Chen Cong felt something was wrong. Why did the students passing by point fingers at him when they saw him? Forget it. Some girls even covered their mouths and laughed. Could it be that they became more handsome after having a high fever? Chen Cong thought and touched his face.

Just as he looked puzzled, a situation suddenly appeared in his mind, and a pink hand was slapped at the back of his head. After Chen Cong received this sudden scene, his head subconsciously avoided the side.

"Die Chen Cong, you pretended to be sick again in the morning? Hey, I hate it, I can't attack you." Then Chen Cong heard Ji Shengnan's voice coming from behind. It turned out that she was really going to attack him just now.

"This... is really a premonition ability." Chen Cong ignored Ji Shengnan and stood there looking at the open space in front of him in a daze. From existence to none, from nothing to existence, Chen Cong's mood was ups and downs, but after he once again verified that he had premonition ability, he was not only the most exciting and surprising thing at this moment. Just like a poor man who suddenly won the five million lottery, he wanted to excitedly tell everyone that he had won the prize, but he didn't dare to shout it out loud, for fear that someone would know.

Chen Cong's breathing became heavier and heavier. Every time his heart beat, it would hit his chest like a heavy hammer. The surprise came too suddenly.

Suddenly he felt dark before his eyes, and then a burning pain stretched out from his cheeks.

"Why are you stupid? Didn't you hear this lady talking to you?" Ji Shengnan took her claws from Chen Cong's face and looked at Chen Cong with her little nose.

"Ah..." Chen Cong interrupted his mood by the pain. He covered his face and said bitterly: "Sister Sheng Nan, didn't you agree to not be allowed to slap in the face? It hurts so much." He felt depressed again. His premonition ability was very effective and he was too deceptive.

"Hmph, this is your honor. Look at the junior brothers who just walked over. The envious eyes of their ladies, I am really happy for you."

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"What's wrong, are you angry?"

“…”

"Come on, be good, I'll hurt you, I'll show you my face."

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"Oh, the right eye is red. Come on, sister, help you make up for the left one."

"Well, Shengnan Taijun, it doesn't hurt, it's my honor to beat you, it's a great honor, hehe." Chen Cong immediately smiled and whispered Taijun, a typical traitor material.

Ji Shengnan then made a small face stand out, looking like an old god, and the boys who were observing her from afar beat their chests and stamped their feet and shouted, "It's so cute."

Chen Cong covered his painful cheeks and muttered in his heart what the eyes of these people were looking at.

"Also, you guys were quite casual yesterday, and they bet on being grandchildren with others?"

"I am a grandfather, but how do you know?" Chen Cong immediately covered his entire face with both hands, only revealing his eyes, nose and mouth.

"Look, let's see for yourself, the school is sticking everywhere." Ji Shengnan said that, after taking out an A4 paper from his pocket. Seeing that Chen Cong was still watching her with caution, he smiled and said, "Take it, I won't hit you."

Chen Cong shook his head quickly without saying anything.

"I really won't hit you."

Still shake your head.

"If you don't take it, you will really hit you." Ji Shengnan made a move and raised his little hand.

When Chen Cong heard this, he immediately snatched the paper from Ji Shengnan at the speed of thunder and stealing the bell.

After spreading out the white paper, I saw two sentences printed on it:

"I, Yang Shanfeng, took Chen Cong, Qiu Xiaowei and Wang Zhong from Class 2 of Senior 3 on the basketball court yesterday afternoon. Don't hide, grandchildren, if they are men, come and fulfill their promise."
Chapter completed!