28 The Old Lady that can predict the Future

To Chloe's question, Clark just answered vaguely to deal with it.

"It just so happens that we can go together."

Pete suggested that several people go together, and then spread his hands.

"It's a pity that it's not summer, otherwise I can go to the swimming pool and be a lifeguard. That way, I don't have to deal with the old people wearing diapers, but now that the weather hasn't completely warmed up, it's better to volunteer indoors than to pick up the garbage and clean the streets outside."

Chloe's community service hours had been already filled so she declined the offer.

'She's not only paying attention to me, but also towards Clark.'

David observed.

Although that Kyla was chatting and having a barbecue with a few girls, her eyes secretly glanced here from time to time.

He was watching her secretly, and the other party was also watching him and Clark secretly.

"What does this guy want?"

"Chloe, you look cold, do you want me to warm you up?" A school team member with thick blond short hair and wearing a football uniform came over. He looked handsome and smiled and motioned to Chloe.

"I can't believe you said such a thing so easily."

Warm you up, the words were so fierce and straightforward, Chloe was surprised and shy.

"Don't get me wrong, I have a blanket, would you like to sit with me?" Sean raised his eyebrows and motioned over there.

"Sean, you're not her type!"

Pete stood up, even though he was a head shorter, he was not afraid to meet Sean's eyes.

David had heard of this Sean, he was smooth-tongued, tricked girls into liking him, and broke up not long after, he was a complete scumbag.

"Biology class, you were assigned by the teacher to do experiments with Jenna from the next class."

As a reporter for the school newspaper, Chloe had naturally heard of Sean's reputation, so she laughed.

"I heard you dumped her last week?"

"To be precise, we dumped each other."

Sean didn't panic, seeing Chloe smile, he felt certain and more confident.

"Want to sit with me together, I promise I won't do anything, no matter how beautiful you are in my eyes."

Finally, his tone was gentle, and he looked at it with his best eyes, his affection seemed to melt people.

A blush appeared on Chloe's face.

Few people have praised her so much, who said that no one likes her.

She glanced at Pete who said she was jealous of Keira earlier, and opened her mouth to say something.

"I..."

"Chloe, you haven't even taken a sip of wine, only just warmed up by the fire, are you still so impulsive?"

David said suddenly.

Young people in adolescence often like to do things on a whim without considering the consequences.

"Stay away."

He looked at Sean and said only two words. Sean's eyes dodged. He had heard that David singled out Whitney and the others and raised his hand to express his surrender.

"Okay, okay."

There was no hope of picking up the girl, so he had to turn around and leave frustrated and went to play rugby by the lake with some friends who greeted him.

"Actually... I just want to give him a phone number and send him away."

After Sean left, Chloe calmed down and turned red to some friends who were looking at her, wanting to hold her respect: "I'm not stupid."

David shrugged and said, "Just pretend you're telling the truth."

Chloe was ashamed for a while, but in the end, she thanked David and Pete and understood their kindness.

Clark watched silently, thinking about one thing.

When family members are threatened, he will be angry and make enemies feel like thunder. When friends are in trouble, he will remind each other to help and make friends feel warm like a spring breeze. Is my brother really gradually putting himself above others in his heart, or is it just my delusion?

"Treating the enemies with ruthlessness, in the end... is it wrong?"

He shook his head violently at this question.

I can't think about it anymore, and I feel that my thoughts will be changed by my brother first.

David looked at Clark with a puzzled face, watching him stare blankly for a while, shaking his head for a while, wondering what kind of thoughts he was having.

By the lake.

"Here comes the pizza you bought."

"Sean, catch it!"

Hearing that the pizza arrived, a player threw the football Sean jumped trying to catch it but still passed by.

The football belonging to Sean flew seventy or eighty meters away toward the ice.

Seeing that everyone else went to eat pizza, he angrily went to pick up the ball.

On the cold, hard, and slippery ice, Sean had just picked up the ball when he heard a crisp sound.

'Katchak'

What sound?

Sean seemed to be soaked in cold water, afraid, and looked down trembling all over his body.

Cracks appeared on the ice under his feet, and he didn't dare to act rashly, just about to shout for help.

"Save..."

The ice shattered and he fell into the icy lake.

Struggling and leaving the original position, Sean was unable to break through the ice, drowned and suffocated, and soon became silent, his hands and feet stopped moving, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

In the mud at the bottom of the lake, there was a dim green light.

A large mess of pieces of meteorites looked to be accumulated together.

After falling on the meteorite, in the cold lake water, the blood vessels on Sean's body bulged and turned green, and some amazing changes were secretly happening.

The few football players focused on eating the delicious steaming pizza, and no one noticed the missing Sean.

...

"The dealer gets 12.5, the feed cost is 5% for six months, plus 8.2 for the mortgage, plus the cost of repairing the lawn mower..." Waking up early in the morning, Martha and Jonathan frowned, using the calculators to calculate their income and expenses for the past six months.

"Fifty-four thousand five hundred and one dollars."

Clark listened for a few seconds and got the answer one step ahead of the calculator.

He scratched his face in embarrassment at the cost of a lawnmower repair.

"If I hadn't put my hand into the lawn mower that day, we would have saved a lot of dollars in repairs."

"Now it's counted as income." Jonathan didn't reprimand his eldest son and took the bill lightly.

David glanced at the remaining ledgers before Jonathan started pressing the calculator.

"The income is 67,357 dollars.

It sounds like our farm earned more than 10,000 dollars in the past six months?"

He raised his eyebrows.

The couple put down the bills and calculators, and let out a sigh of relief.

Martha smiled as she faced her two sons who had been smart since childhood.

"At least there is no loan, right?

Besides, the most precious wealth in our family is the two of you."

"These are not your things to worry about. Didn't you make an appointment with Pete to do volunteer work in the community? Go."

Jonathan waved his hand, driving away his two sons who had not yet entered college and worrying about money.

The burden of life should not be on the two children.

Coming to the nursing home in the town.

"Room 206 needs an attendant, please report to Room 206."

A voice came from the radio.

Every student has to do 30 hours of community service, and David is no exception. The three of them came to the nursing home together and received their tasks.

A pretty black-haired girl in a magenta single-piece dress came out of a room pushing a cart full of books.

"Hi, Lana, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Clark waved his hand and greeted, pretending to meet by chance, but his lingering voice was a little nervous.

"Are you a volunteer here too?"

"It's been a while." Lana greeted the three of them and smiled lightly. "What tasks have you been assigned?"

"I need to accompany Cassandra to read a book."

David and Pete did not speak and gave Clark the opportunity to communicate with Lana. David's task was to accompany an old lady to play chess.

"Cassandra? She's very interesting."

Lana smiled with a smile on her face.

"The nurses all say that she can predict the future, as short as a few minutes, and as long as predicting the whole life of others."

"Have you tried it, Lana?"

Hearing Clark's question, Lana didn't speak and shrugged, obviously not believing this, and then pushed the cart and left to deliver books to the next old person.

"Predict the future?"

Pete didn't respond, David raised his eyebrows, while Clark paid more attention to Lana's leaving back.

Rustle.

In the room, an old lady wearing blind glasses, with gray hair and a kind face, was reading a book in Braille with her hands.

"Don't stand there, it's the first time for three people to study with me, please come in."

She said suddenly.

The three of them at the door looked at each other.

[Joy from Cassandra +1, +1.2...]

David's eyes flickered, secretly looking at the old lady.

She is really a powered person, and her ability is not weak, but he didn't know if she could predict the future.

However, does this old lady really need someone to accompany her? How to accompany her in reading Braille?

"How do you know there are three of us?"

Pete was puzzled when he entered the room.

"Although my eyes are blind, my ears are not deaf." Cassandra's short answers did not completely clear Pete's doubts. Is blind people's hearing so good?

Cassandra took off her blind glasses and accidentally dropped the book on her lap.

Pete, who was standing in front of the two, stepped forward to help pick it up, and accidentally touched the old lady's hand.

"What's your name, sir."

The old lady put the book away slowly and asked.

"Pete Ross."

"Mr. Ross, you will have a long way home today, take a look in your pocket."

Cassandra smiled mysteriously.

Pete felt in his pocket and found that his car keys were missing, and he didn't know where he left them.

"I'll take a step back first. It seems that I can't do my volunteer work today. You two brothers, take care of yourself."

He looked at the old lady in surprise, a look of strangeness and thankfulness flashed across his face, and said to the two.

After Pete left.

"Are you two brothers?"

Cassandra looked at the two of them, got up from the chair, looked completely blind, and pointed her face at the two with a kind smile.

"What's your name, gentlemen."