The Taoist priest answered earnestly.
"You scored the highest in the 'Most Interesting 18-Year-Old Questionnaire'."
The boy laughed, and said helplessly,
"I was the only one who completed that stupid questionnaire."
Aside from critically ill people, who would be so bored as to answer this kind of questionnaire?
The boy remembers clearly that it took him 120 minutes to complete the questionnaire, something most people simply don't have the patience for.
He did this because the questionnaire initially indicated that if he scored the highest, he would be rewarded with a chance to travel through time.
The boy didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just someone's prank.
How could something that only happens in novels so easily happen to me?
What was the name of the questionnaire designer again?
Zhang Xiaoyao?
What a corny name...
The Taoist priest said solemnly,
"You have the highest score."
Even if only one person finishes answering, they still get the highest score.
The boy meets all the criteria:
Another world, 18 years old, interesting, survival...
In Xiaoyao's view, everything was perfectly logical.
After answering the question, the Taoist priest turned and left again.
The boy felt the world before him was becoming blurry, but he mustered his strength and shouted,
"Wait a moment."
The Taoist priest stopped and asked,
"Is there anything else?"
He had asked all the questions he wanted to ask, and the boy's answers were also correct.
"Um."
The boy on the hospital bed nodded slightly; given his physical condition, even this simple action was somewhat strenuous for him.
The Taoist priest stood quietly in place, waiting for the next part to be told.
He was never one to talk much.
"Cough cough—"
The boy coughed twice.
"The doctor said it's multiple organ failure. Actually... I don't really understand these terms. I think I'm going to die soon. What you just said was very interesting. I hope you're not lying to me..."
Clearly, the boy still didn't believe the Taoist priest in front of him.
The Taoist priest frowned slightly and solemnly corrected him.
"I'm not lying."
He might be wrong in his fortune telling, and he has never bothered with such a boring thing as deceiving people.
At least at this point in time, He disdained to do it.
"Ah, right... monks don't lie, oh, I forgot... you're a Taoist priest... cough cough..."
The boy told another lame joke.
Xiaoyao was very aloof; he neither smiled nor spoke.
The boy gave a bitter smile and spoke his final thoughts.
"If you don't need your eyes anymore, you can donate them to someone who does."
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