The goddess gave birth to twins for me

As dusk fell, the setting sun painted the western sky in intoxicating shades of crimson. Layers of clouds stretched across the horizon like the blushing skirts of a maiden, creating a breathtaking view. Near the east gate of M University, students passing by couldn't help but slow their steps to admire the stunning sunset. Suddenly, a raucous burst of laughter shattered the peaceful atmosphere, causing some to frown and glare in its direction. A group of visibly intoxicated male students had gathered around an elderly man wearing sunglasses, who had set up a makeshift fortune-telling stall. "Hahaha! This is too much..." A chubby student nicknamed Fat Dragon clutched his shaking belly with laughter while slapping Wu Jiangtao's shoulder with gusto. "Wu Jiangtao, you dog! You've got kids already? Spill it—when did this happen?!" "Cut it out," slurred Wu Jiangtao, the most sober-looking of the group despite his flushed face. "I just got dumped two days ago, and now you're telling me I've got a son and daughter? Come on..." He broke into a coughing fit, barely stopping himself from cursing. "There is no mistake," the sunglasses-wearing fortune-teller declared solemnly. Producing pen and paper, he began scribbling Wu's birth chart while spouting sophisticated terms like "official seal," "academic seal," and "spouse palace." Pointing at specific characters, he insisted, "This clearly indicates two children—a boy and girl, likely twins. According to your birth chart and hexagrams, they should be arriving soon, either this month or next..." Wu Jiangtao: "???" "Hahahaha..." His dormmates Fat Dragon, Xiao Wu, and Farmer burst into renewed laughter. "Alright, that's enough," Wu grumbled, shooting his friends a glare before turning back to the fortune-teller. "Your reading's way off. Fine, fifty yuan right? Here..." "My fee is five hundred," the old man stated calmly. "What?" Wu's eyes bulged as his friends erupted, "Five hundred? That's daylight robbery!" "The fifty quote was for a single aspect. You requested analysis of career, marriage prospects, and offspring—this price is more than fair..." As the fortune-teller's unblinking gaze held his, Wu hesitated—technically, the man had a point. "Hold on! This is clearly a scam," interjected one friend. "Aside from vaguely suggesting civil service or creative careers, everything else was nonsense. Fifty, take it or leave it!" Fatty Long sneered and tossed fifty yuan onto the table, yanking Wu Jiangtao up from the stool. "Come on, let's go! What twin nonsense... Fifty is more than enough for this bogus fortune-telling." As the group staggered through M University's east gate, Wu Jiangtao glanced back inexplicably. The old man had removed his sunglasses, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he murmured, "I'll be waiting for you to come back and pay the remaining four hundred and fifty..." "Ridiculous!" Fatty Long scoffed. "Your predictions were way off, and you still want more money?" The dormmates from Room 405 had gone out drinking to celebrate Wu Jiangtao's second breakup and return to singlehood. On their way back, tipsy Wu had inexplicably sat down at the fortune-teller's stall, leading to the earlier farce. As they reached their dorm, Wu's phone rang with the melody: "Spring flowers, autumn moon, Summer breeze, winter snow— When free from worldly cares, Every season is sublime..." Without checking the caller ID, Wu answered groggily. "Hello... Wu Jiangtao? It's... it's Chen Jun!" The woman's voice sounded frail, as if in discomfort. The evening breeze did little to clear Wu's alcohol-fogged mind—Chen Jun? Why did that name sound familiar? Wait, wasn't that the name of M University's missing campus goddess? "Chen Jun? Sorry, I think you have the wrong number. I don't know you!" "Can... can you come to Qingqiao Maternity Hospital?" "What?!" Wu was dumbfounded. "Maternity hospital? Why would I—hang on, I'm hanging up!" "Wait, please..." The voice on the other end seemed to be enduring immense pain. Despite his confusion, Wu's gentlemanly instincts prevented him from hanging up outright. "I'm... in labor. But the cervix is only four centimeters dilated... The doctor says I need surgery and... a family member's signature..." "???" Wu froze before replying exasperatedly, "Then call the father! Or your family!" "You... you are the father..." "Pfft—HAHAHA!" Wu burst out laughing. What kind of day was this? First, an old charlatan claims he's destined for twins, and now some stranger named Chen Jun calls him out of the blue, declaring him a father-to-be. Was this some elaborate scam? Baffling. As a poor kid from the countryside with nothing to his name—save for his handsome face, eight-pack abs, 1.8-meter height, magnetic baritone voice, and other such negligible qualities—what could possibly make him a target for scammers? Absurd. "Sorry, I'm not into raising someone else's rich third-generation heirs. Thanks!" *Click.* Wu angrily ended the call. Exhaling a breath reeking of alcohol, he slumped into his dorm chair and booted up his computer, navigating to his favorite Global Martial Arts Network. **[Martial Prodigy Yang Youzhi Achieves 'Zhengjin' at 14, Breaking Century-Old Record! Set to Compete in September's National Professional Martial Arts Grading Tournament!]** **[Grandmaster Ma Yuan Falls Short at 11th International Martial Arts Championship, Stopped at Semifinals!]** **[Analysis: The Future Development Path of China's Professional Martial Arts Competitions]** **[How Can Chinese Competitive Martial Arts Break Through the Siege of Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and Karate in International Tournaments?!]** ... As he scanned the headlines, a flicker of light flashed in Wu's eyes—only to dim immediately. His family had a martial arts heritage, and he'd trained since childhood. Yet, despite being stronger than average, his physical** (talent) fell short of professional standards. Like most, he could only follow the mundane path: study, graduate, work—drifting with the current.