Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

"Heh," Zhao Qi sneered.

Meng Xiaoyi looked at Xie Fu Yao. He turned his back to them, also preventing the camera from capturing his expression.

Having thrown everything they had, the squirrels had already run off.

Xie Fu Yao’s body ached a little from being hit, but it wasn’t serious. He kept holding the long wooden stick, jumping up again and again to throw it at the supplies.

He paid no attention to their conversation.

Meng Xiaoyi looked over. "Brother Xie, you should have a word with him. We may not be famous, but we’re not illiterate, are we? This whole ’dropout’ thing... it won’t be good if the netizens pin that label on us."

With his back still turned, Xie Fu Yao was furious. ’This idiot. Is she trying to cause trouble for me on purpose?’

But they were on a show, after all. Xie Fu Yao stopped what he was doing and looked patiently at Meng Xiaoyi. "I don’t care what other people say. Right now, the most important thing for us is to get the supplies. The squirrels have vented their anger on me and left. If I can get the supplies, I’ll have done right by our team and fulfilled my duty as team leader."

Zhao Qi looked at Meng Xiaoyi. "See?"

"Brother Xie is right. Getting the supplies is the top priority," Meng Xiaoyi chimed in.

In the end, despite taking a few tumbles and aching all over, Xie Fu Yao actually managed to knock the supplies down from the branch.

A small bag hit the ground. Meng Xiaoyi ran over worriedly, picked up the supply bag, and opened it.

But her expression quickly changed from initial joy to bewilderment and anger.

Xie Fu Yao got up, walked over to look at the bag, and frowned when he saw its contents.

Zhao Qi also walked over. "One raw potato, one small packet of rice, a bunch of scallions, and one bottle of water. That’s it."

Although the camera didn’t catch it right away, the audience heard Zhao Qi’s words.

[These supplies are worlds apart from what Doctor Wen’s team got!]

[LMAO! I love this contrast! The director is doing a great job!]

[How can you say that? It was clearly just Song Jiayan’s good luck! It’s not the director’s team creating conflict!]

[So are we already past the ’dropout’ topic? I want to know what Xie Fu Yao’s actual education level is.]

"Isn’t the production team taking things too far? They gave us a clue, and the supplies we get can’t even be eaten! The potato is raw, the rice is raw, and there’s a bunch of scallions. Are we supposed to eat them raw?" Meng Xiaoyi was on the verge of tears as she spoke.

All that hard work to get the supplies, and this was it?

Xie Fu Yao was also dissatisfied. ’I got pelted by squirrels for *this*?’

Zhao Qi, however, showed no reaction. "Since we have the supplies, let’s go. We can’t fall too far behind Doctor Wen’s team, or we’ll get flamed to death online."

"Zhao Qi, can you help Brother Xie carry the supplies? Brother Xie is injured, so it’s probably inconvenient for him."

Zhao Qi grabbed the supplies. "Sure. I just didn’t expect you to be so concerned about him."

"Of course I’m concerned. We’re a team."

"Really concerned? Then why did you ask him about the ’dropout’ thing?"

Zhao Qi had brought the conversation full circle.

"You guys go ahead. I’m going to rest for a bit and catch up," Xie Fu Yao said immediately.

’So I can walk with them while they mock me for being a dropout?’

’I’m not an idiot.’

"Heh."

Zhao Qi took the supplies and left, completely uninterested in staying with him any longer.

"Brother Xie, you should probably clarify the ’dropout’ issue. Otherwise, it doesn’t look good."

[The way Meng Xiaoyi is pretending to be so genuinely worried about Xie Fu Yao, I almost believed her!]

[Any sane person can see that Xie Fu Yao wants to avoid this topic, right? I don’t believe for a second that Meng Xiaoyi isn’t doing this on purpose.]

[No! Xie Fu Yao’s fans definitely don’t think so.]

[Suddenly, I’m finding Meng Xiaoyi’s ’green tea’ act kind of entertaining, hahaha!]

"Xiao Yi, I’m not feeling well. I want to be alone for a while. You should go on ahead with Zhao Qi. Don’t let me slow you down."

"Brother Xie, how could I just abandon you?"

While the two of them were going back and forth, Zhao Qi had already taken the supplies and headed toward the rendezvous point the production team had designated.

As for completing the monkey task, he was self-aware enough to know he didn’t have the skills for it.

When he arrived back at the gathering point, the atmosphere seemed unusually lively.

A little curious, Zhao Qi set the supplies down and walked over.

’Did Wen Ying’s team get an extra person?’

Zhao Qi moved a little closer and saw a little boy with a shaved head who looked to be about seven or eight years old.

The little boy was clutching something made of twigs or the like. His clothes had a certain... Amitabha Buddha-esque style?

’Did the director find a little monk from somewhere?’

His face was incredibly innocent and handsome.

His eyes were sparkling, yet filled with a novel bewilderment.

He stood beside Doctor Wen, looking a bit constrained by his surroundings.

He didn’t say a word. ’Maybe he’s mute,’ Zhao Qi wondered.

But that face was just too cute, too disarming.

"Xu Jiali, what’s the situation here?"

Zhao Qi asked, looking at Xu Jiali beside him.

Xu Jiali wasn’t quite sure how to answer. ’Could she just say the kid suddenly appeared out of nowhere?’

’That he ran right into a trap Sister Wen Ying made?’

’That he wasn’t hurt, but he got scared and just dismantled the trap?’

"Well... I don’t know how to explain it. This kid has been sticking to Sister Yingying and won’t say a word."

Wen Ying brought something out from their shelter and gave it to the little monk.

The little monk took the item and ate it with lightning speed.

Then he continued to stare expectantly at Wen Ying, mumbling unclearly, "Shihuhu... eat..."

"You want more to eat?" Wen Ying asked with a soft, gentle smile on her face.

The little monk nodded.

"Then how about I take you to get cleaned up before you eat more, okay?"

The little monk nodded again.

"Alright, you all go on with your work. I’ll take him to get washed up."

Director Wen had been about to ask if they should send the child away or call the police.

But after seeing the direction the bullet comments were going, he temporarily dismissed the thought.

The viewers were extremely interested in this child who had appeared out of nowhere, all of them guessing where he came from and why he was in the forest.

Besides, his skills seemed pretty good. Could he really be a monk?

His head didn’t have the so-called ordination scars.

He was also adorable, with a pair of misty, ethereal eyes that could capture the hearts of most viewers at a single glance.

When Wen Ying reappeared with the little monk, he was squeaky clean, though his clothes were still covered in dirt and grime.

The film crew didn’t have any children’s clothes for him to change into.

A staff member had been assigned to go buy a set, but the little monk shook his head, indicating he would only wear his own clothes.

Wherever Wen Ying went, the little monk followed.

The little monk wouldn’t speak to anyone else. Although Xu Jiali and Song Jiayan were a little disappointed, they were also afraid of scaring him.

Wen Ying got a stool from the production team and had the little monk sit down.

They only had the third task left for the day before they would be completely finished.

The topic of conversation in the livestream chat finally returned to the main event.

Zhao Qi also shifted his gaze toward the two monkeys on site.

"Little Huang, come here."