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

Meng Xiaoyi was about to nod, but when she met Wen Ying’s faint, unreadable smile, she uncharacteristically shook her head. "I’m much better. Let’s not trouble the doctor."

Xie Fu Yao was absolutely fuming.

’Having a teammate like this must be the result of several lifetimes of bad luck.’

But just as Meng Xiaoyi stood up straight and turned to adjust her posture, her eyes widened and she stumbled, collapsing back onto the ground.

AHHHHHH~~

The shriek pierced their eardrums. This time, it was a genuinely unprepared scream.

In that instant, Meng Xiaoyi, who had seemed perfectly fine moments ago, was now grimacing in even more agony than before. The pain was continuous, but Xie Fu Yao, having just witnessed her little performance, felt nothing at all.

’Does she have to pull the same trick twice in one minute?’

’Even the most pitiful act will fall apart if you overdo it. That idiot. I wonder if everyone in the live stream chat is cursing her out right now.’

But this time, Meng Xiaoyi’s pain was intense. The area just above her hips hurt so much that her face turned deathly pale, and a fine sheen of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"H-he..."

Meng Xiaoyi endured the pain and pointed in the direction where Kong Jian was standing.

’This little monk who just appeared out of nowhere... is he human or a ghost?’

There was clearly no one in that spot a moment ago, so how did a little monk suddenly pop up?

Even if the little monk was cute, it couldn’t disguise his ghost-like appearance.

When Xie Fu Yao looked over, he froze up as well.

’Besides us, there’s no one else here. How could a little monk just appear out of thin air?’

When things are this strange, something must be amiss!

’What is this little monk?’

’Did he scare Meng Xiaoyi just now?’

Xie Fu Yao felt that if it were him, he would have been scared too.

Kong Jian gave Meng Xiaoyi an aggrieved and innocent look, then walked toward Wen Ying.

"Da Guo, it wasn’t my fault."

Everyone thought Kong Jian was talking to Wen Ying, but he was actually looking at Little White, who was next to her.

Little White, wanting to speak but unable to, was thoroughly frustrated.

It could only reach out a paw, hop onto Kong Jian’s shoulder, and pat his little shaved head comfortingly.

"Doctor Wen, is this monk yours?"

Xie Fu Yao asked, suppressing his irritation.

’A streamer who’s also a psychologist and has a monk... are you sure this isn’t a family of psychos?’

"Brother Xie, it hurts."

Seemingly aware that the others wouldn’t pay her any mind, Meng Xiaoyi turned to Xie Fu Yao.

Only when he heard her voice did Xie Fu Yao remember Meng Xiaoyi.

Meng Xiaoyi’s face was ashen, her forehead covered in sweat, and she looked at him with teary eyes.

Xie Fu Yao, "!!!"

"Fractured your tailbone, didn’t you?" Wen Ying’s casual remark made Meng Xiaoyi burst into tears.

’A fractured tailbone?’

That sounded serious! How could she not cry?

The cameraman saw this and also felt something was wrong. He immediately walked over to Meng Xiaoyi. "Do you need me to call a medic?"

Meng Xiaoyi nodded while crying. "The pain is killing me! It’s all because of that monk!"

Kong Jian looked plaintively at Wen Ying, then at Little White. "Da Guo, she said I..."

SMACK! SMACK!

Little White leaped over and gave Meng Xiaoyi two slaps, adding insult to injury!

Wen Ying’s mouth twitched. She had a feeling these two kids did it on purpose.

Meng Xiaoyi shrieked again, "Director, I’m going to sue her!"

Everyone knew who "her" referred to.

Wen Ying spread her hands, unconcerned.

But soon, people from the production team arrived with a stretcher and carried Meng Xiaoyi away.

Watching this scene, Xie Fu Yao silently distanced himself from Wen Ying’s group.

It seemed he felt that getting close to them was detrimental to his health.

"Doctor Wen, I still have a task to do, so I’ll be going."

"Don’t be hasty."

Wen Ying had just spoken those two words, but Xie Fu Yao had already turned and fled as if for his life.

He even nearly tripped and fell.

Wen Ying looked completely innocent.

"Little bro, you did a great job just now!"

Little White could finally speak and couldn’t wait to praise Kong Jian.

"I hate that man and that woman the most. They’re so full of malice toward Master."

Kong Jian stood obediently to the side, blinking his big, moist eyes. "Da Guo, what are you talking about?"

Hearing Kong Jian’s innocent tone, Little White was about to give him a "loving lecture" but then seemed to think of something and waved its paw. "Forget it. Big Bro won’t hold it against you! Just keep it up next time."

Wen Ying didn’t lecture them either. She had clearly seen the malicious intent in Meng Xiaoyi’s heart just now.

Teaching her a lesson was letting her off easy.

"So, how did your competition go earlier? Who won?"

Hearing Wen Ying bring this up, a flash of panic crossed Little White’s eyes before it stood up with a pompous air. "Me, of course! I’m the big bro!"

"Okay, Da Guo."

"I said I won, what’s so ’okay’ about that! No matter how strong you get in the future, I’ll always be your big bro, understand?"

"Okay, Da Guo."

Little White felt like it was going to die from anger. ’Forget it, I’m not going to argue with a little brat like this!’

"What were you and Kong Jian playing at?"

"Oh no!" Little White suddenly remembered something it had almost forgotten. "Master, we haven’t finished our business yet! I need to take him again."

And so, Wen Ying watched the backs of Little White and Kong Jian as they rushed off in a flurry.

Xie Fu Yao was blocked by a large troop of monkeys, and his whole body trembled violently.

The trauma from before seemed to linger. Xie Fu Yao looked at the cameraman, but before he could even speak, he was pelted with things thrown by the monkeys.

"Fu Yao, maybe we should take a detour? I think safety is more important than the task. After all, the monkeys really seem to hate you."

The cameraman said it all before he could.

Xie Fu Yao’s expression turned ugly. He had no idea how these camera operators were trained.

’Wasn’t the first half of the sentence enough? Did he really have to add that last part?’

’Does he have to stab me in the heart right on camera?’

’Doesn’t he know my heart is already riddled with holes?’

Xie Fu Yao looked at the camera, hesitating. If he just left, the viewers online would definitely curse him out.

Why did he forget to ask Doctor Wen why she didn’t have a camera following her?

How come he didn’t see their monkeys?

The thought that Doctor Wen might have already completed the task never even crossed Xie Fu Yao’s mind.

He just felt that something was off everywhere.

"But if we leave, how will we complete this task? I don’t want to just give up. Our team is down to just me... and Zhao Qi, but he’s missing too. I’m representing the whole team, carrying their hopes..."

In reality, Xie Fu Yao was already wavering and just needed a graceful way to back out.

But unexpectedly, the cameraman heard this and nodded in agreement. "That’s true. After all, this is a survival variety show. How about you try a little harder? I can film you perfectly with a long shot, including your professionalism."

Xie Fu Yao, "..."

’Professionalism my ass!’

’Can’t you see how terrifying these monkeys are?’

’Are they determined to take my life?’

’Do I have to risk my life just to be on some stupid variety show?’