Forecast 100% App

When they reached the entrance of the dormitory building, Chloe didn’t say another word, making Wang Ning wonder if she had stepped on a landmine again.

She sighed inwardly, feeling that the first step in building trust had already met with a setback.

“By the way, which floor do you live on?” Wang Ning asked casually.

Chloe didn’t follow Wang Ning into the dormitory building. She just held the blue umbrella, looking up at the white-haired girl standing on the steps.

She seemed to be wondering why she wasn’t following, so she waited patiently.

The bright lights from behind Wang Ning cast her front into shadow, leaving only a glowing outline around her and the high-gloss, smiling glint in her eyes.

The raindrops absorbed too much ambient noise, making it impossible for her to hear what Chloe was saying.

“Hey! You…” Wang Ning watched as Chloe gave her one last deep look before turning around and walking towards Dormitory B.

‘So it’s because we’re not in the same dormitory building,’ Wang Ning realized.

Immediately, a feeling of gratitude washed over her: ‘My daughter is so kind. She specially escorted me all the way to my dorm entrance just to shield me from the rain before leaving.’

‘I must find out who drove my kind-hearted daughter to her death!’

“Phew—I’m back!” Wang Ning pushed open the door to her room, a dampness from the rain still clinging to her.

She looked up at the other beds; she was the only one in the room.

“Huh? Where is everyone else?” Wang Ning muttered, stepping inside and taking off her jacket.

As soon as she plugged in her phone to charge and turned it on, Wang Ning saw dozens of unread messages and several missed calls.

[Xiali: Ningning! It’s about to rain, and I remember you didn’t seem to have an umbrella.]

[Xiali: Darn it! I’m at my club meeting and can’t get away to bring you an umbrella. Stay in the library for a bit longer! I’ll come find you!]

The following message was from ten minutes ago.

[Xiali: Huh? You’re not in the library? And you’re not answering your phone… Is your battery dead? Right, you didn’t charge your power bank yesterday either.]

‘As expected of someone in the detective club, she figured out my predicament so quickly.’

[Xiali: By the way, Ningning, if you get back to the dorm, there’s some ginger tea on my desk. Remember to heat it up and drink it so you don’t catch a cold.]

‘Okay, Momma Xiali.’

Wang Ning scrolled through the long list of messages, finally finishing them with a sigh of relief, then saw the messages Boli An had sent her.

[Asleep: What kind of idiot goes out without checking the weather forecast?]

‘I did check it! But the weather changed so suddenly, it’s not like I can control it!’

Wang Ning screamed internally.

But this was a message from half an hour ago. She had missed the best time to reply and could only swallow her frustration and continue reading Boli An’s message history.

[Asleep: The weather in summer is always volatile. Surely no fool would blame an accident on an inaccurate weather forecast, right?]

Every one of Boli An’s sentences accurately predicted what she would say in response, ending with a final taunt.

Wang Ning: “…”

‘Hard.’

‘My fists are hard.’

[Asleep: I checked the library’s surveillance footage… As expected, no one needed to worry about you running back like a fool in the rain.]

Wang Ning, whose original plan was to run back like a fool in the rain: “…”

‘Enough, stop dissecting my thoughts! Are my thoughts that easy to guess?’

‘…Wait, why did you hack into the school’s surveillance system again?! Aren’t you worried about being found out?!’

Wang Ning stared at the chat interface on her phone, as if wanting to crawl through the internet cable and find Boli An.

[Asleep: No one will find out.]

Wang Ning: “…”

‘You’re a psychic. Please, stop using your powers.’

[Asleep: #Forecast100%app#]

[Asleep: This is a weather forecast app I made on the side. It can provide weather reminders based on personal character traits and local microclimates…, the introduction is too troublesome. Just download it and explore it yourself.]

Wang Ning: ‘?’

‘Huh?’

[Asleep: However, I suggest you set the personal age in the app to, hmm, 6-9 years old. That would better suit your behavior…]

Wang Ning couldn’t read any further. She furiously downloaded the app, thinking with a cold smile that she would see for herself just how amazing this app was.

Tapping into the app, the startup screen showed a very simple little cloud sleeping in mid-air. After a moment, a round sun suddenly popped up and pushed it away. The next second, the page switched to a personal information form.

Wang Ning thought and thought again, but ultimately changed the default age of 8 to 16.

[Update failed. Age has been locked. To make changes, please apply to the administrator.]

Wang Ning: ‘Bo! Li! An!’

Before her anger could flare, the page vanished as if in a hurry and switched to the main weather forecast interface.

[Welcome to Forecast 100% app. Here, you can check various types of forecasts, including weather, news, gossip, history, and more.]

[Forecasting the weather for the next two hours for you: Moderate rain turning to light rain, then clearing up. Please bring an umbrella and raincoat when you go out. This weather is within a 100-kilometer radius centered on you. Please be aware of the location range.]

[Your current location is “Alice Girls’ Academy, Dormitory A.” You have no scheduled classes or outings. Please set them yourself so that Little Forecaster can provide you with more accurate weather forecast services.]

Wang Ning looked at her completely transparent personal information, half of her mind in shock, the other half also in shock.

Although she came from an era where big data had stripped people of all privacy, experiencing it again in another world still made her sigh—the internet truly has no privacy.

She looked at the little dark cloud on the page. The little dark cloud yawned, and “zzz” appeared above its head. She couldn’t resist poking it. Then, she saw the “zzz” on the little cloud’s head turn into three dots “…”. She poked it again, and it turned its back on her—although she couldn’t tell the difference between its front and back, she definitely felt it turn away.

‘Oho, this is actually kind of interesting.’

Wang Ning’s interest was piqued. She began to click on the app’s various function buttons.

[This is the Little Otter’s playground. Please set up your personal avatar and nickname, record your exercise moments, and exchange them for little flowers to redeem small gifts for yourself.]

Wang Ning looked at the black otter lying lazily on the ground, changed its skin to white, and then clicked on the jump rope. The system then popped up a message: [Please begin exercising].

Wang Ning thought for a moment, put her phone in her pocket, and without a real jump rope, she mimicked the motion of jumping. When she took her phone out, the little white otter on the screen had indeed started jumping rope, but it stopped as soon as Wang Ning did, flopping back onto the ground.

“Wow, is this really just a small app Boli An designed on the side? This function is pretty amazing,” Wang Ning said in surprise as she continued to click on other function keys.

Suddenly, she saw an interface called “24-Hour Social News Forecast.” Although she wasn’t interested in the news, she clicked on it out of curiosity.

The very first item that caught her eye was a news headline in red font—[Tomorrow at 5 a.m., the Imperial Minister of Finance will die due to ■■. Location: In front of the Golden Grand Hotel in the ■■ district.]

Wang Ning’s eyes widened instantly. The first thought that flashed through her mind was—is this some kind of simulated news game?

She subconsciously backed out, composed herself, and then her fingertip tapped on “24-Hour Social News” again.

The first news item had changed, as if it had been pushed down. The top story was now [Tomorrow at 12 p.m., “Gray Whale” will ■■ the first place ■■. Location: St. Alice Academy.]

Wang Ning’s mouth fell open, unable to comprehend the meaning of these two “news” items.

‘Tomorrow’s news? A forecast?’

A thought flashed through her mind with lightning speed, but she subconsciously wanted to deny it. Her heart pounded, and her mouth went dry.

Wang Ning, almost frantically, sent a message to Boli An, wanting to ask what this was all about.

The message was like a stone sinking into the sea. The candy jar avatar remained silent, and the status bar next to it still showed [Dreaming].

Wang Ning could only go back to that interface. The two “news” items still hung there alone on the homepage. Besides the headlines, clicking on them revealed nothing but a blank page.

Not knowing what to feel, she searched for the Imperial Minister of Finance. The search results showed the personal profiles of past ministers, all very brief.

She saw that the most recently appointed Minister of Finance was a politician named Owen Yorksonlos. At the same time, he was also the head of the Yorksonlos family, one of the four major financial conglomerates of the Empire.

In the search photos, he was an old but composed man in a suit, standing before the camera. Most of his hair was white, but he didn’t look listless. He would occasionally flash an official and formulaic smile—which gave Wang Ning a sense of familiarity.

‘Could this “news” have something to do with him?’

Wang Ning checked “Flying Pigeon” again; Boli An still hadn’t replied.

‘Could this be a prank she’s playing on me?’

Even with so many doubts, there was no one to answer them. She looked again at the only “news” related to Alice Girls’ Academy, a “news” forecast that would happen right here.

—”Gray Whale.” Wang Ning searched for this term online but couldn’t find anything about it.

Except for in a news article from two years ago, where it made a single appearance.

[At a certain middle school, a girl accidentally fell to her death from a building. During the investigation, police discovered an app called “Gray Whale” on her phone.]