After going around in circles, Su Luo returned to her classroom and was surprised to find that her female classmate, the top student who had been carried to the infirmary, had returned to the classroom. She could see that there were a few more bruises on her accidentally exposed arm.

You can get beaten up in the infirmary?

However, recalling the school's rules, Su Luo suddenly felt that being beaten in the infirmary wasn't such a big deal; maybe the beds in the infirmary were even counted in seconds.

"This lesson is a psychological test, everyone do your best!"

Psychological test?

Su Luo immediately perked up. If this thing wasn't up to par, at least she could go to the infirmary!

After taking the test paper, Su Luo glanced at it briefly. It wasn't difficult at all, just like the jokes or memes he often saw in TV dramas or novels before the apocalypse. As long as you perfectly chose the correct option, there was definitely something wrong with it!

For example, why can't your boyfriend open the door if he's wearing red in the middle of the night? It's not simple; your boyfriend never wears red, it's stained with blood! The murderer is right outside, how could he possibly open the door? Choose C!

Or what if you live on a mountaintop and are blocked by heavy snow? You hear people knocking on your door all night but don't see anything. The next day, you find a dead body at the foot of the mountain. What should you do?

What else can you do but turn yourself in? You're the one who killed him, perfect score!

Furthermore, when the real daughter who was lost for eighteen years is found, will she compromise or resist defiantly?

That's a very pertinent question. To compromise? No way I'd ever compromise, not in this lifetime!

Being tough? How to be tough? Of course, it's to just punch that fake heiress twice and make her lose her bearings, kick away her shameless parents, take the money and leave, living a carefree life... Hmm, wait a minute, that doesn't seem crazy enough!

Let's start over.

Rewrite all the answers above. The standard answer to this question is, of course, to work like a slave, toil without complaint, to never contradict anyone, to give their heart and soul to the fake heiress, to donate kidneys and livers, and even to donate corneas. They are willing to be supporting characters and accompaniments for the fake heiress, and they are even afraid that they are not good enough!

After that, she has to marry the powerful young master who sees the fake heiress as his ideal woman, and be treated as a substitute and enslaved every day. She also has to bear his children, and they must be boys!

Yes, that should be the correct answer. Su Luo nodded. Write it as tragically as possible, as defying all odds as possible, and move on to the next question.

If someone threatens you in the street...

That's great! Of course, we should just hand it over... Wait, recalling what Teacher Liu did just now, Su Luo revised his answer here.

Of course, you should hand him the knife, show him concern, and worry about whether he might get hurt! Give him money if he needs it, give him a house if he needs it, make sure he feels your warmth!

After finishing the test, Su Luo said she felt great and could have more of these test papers, guaranteeing a perfect score on every single one!

After class, Su Luo confidently handed in her test paper and then leisurely sat in her seat, waiting for the day she would be taken to the infirmary.

But after one class, then two, and even her top-performing female deskmate was taken to the infirmary again, why did she remain completely unaffected?

Wait, wait a little longer.

Perhaps I haven't seen her yet.

But after everyone in the class except her was asked to go to the infirmary once, Su Luo completely lost her composure.

What do you mean? Do you look down on her answer?

She wanted to see what her classmates had written!

Su Luo asked her deskmate for the test paper. Her deskmate was stunned at first, then raised her hand and stabbed herself. With trembling, blood-soaked hands, she handed the psychological test paper to Su Luo with both hands, her eyes full of joy.

Su Luo: ...

You... you cut yourself for no reason, is that a school tradition?

Judging from my female classmate's appearance, were those marks on her body something she did herself?

Puzzled, Su Luo took the blood-stained exam paper. Although it was stained with blood, she could still see the answers to a few questions.

"If there's a mistake, it must be my mistake! If there's a problem, it must be my own problem."

"Whatever the teacher says is right, whatever the classmates say is right, and the more they hit or scold you, the more they love you."

"Stab yourself first, then hand the knife to someone else and let them continue."

What a load of nonsense!

Su Luo raised her hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose, indicating that she wanted to have eyes that had never seen this answer.

I have a feeling that this thing is even more powerful than the mental infection of Brother Brain; it's pure mental pollution, directly attacking her soul.

Thinking of this, Su Luo glanced at the male classmate across the small corridor. Su Luo remembered that the male classmate was one of the people she had asked him to stab her before.

Upon hearing Su Luo's words, the male student was also very surprised, followed by fear, and looked as if he was about to kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake.

Su Luo: ...

Do I look that scary?

Su Luo took the test paper from the male classmate with a puzzled look, and her eyes were opened wide.

"Why can't we open the door? We can die together with our boyfriends, a win-win situation!"

“Go drag the body back, freeze it, hide it little by little and eat it, then no one will know.”

"Going home means making everyone hate me, despise me, and hate me to death! Love doesn't last, only hate does! Then I'll turn around and die, becoming their dark moonlight!"

Su Luo: I always feel like I have a sentence on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't bring myself to say it.

Closing the exam paper, Su Luo sighed softly. She had been too hasty and too young.

I borrowed all the other students' exam papers and looked through them. I can only say that they were all incredibly talented, each one a master of spiritual studies!

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