HBWMA -Chapter 194 The One Hundred Questions of Psychological Mental Illness Test

At the Banshan Lou Courtyard, the Su Residence.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

After hanging up the phone, Su Miao was so furious she was practically beating her chest and stomping her feet.

Ding dong—

Right then, her phone screen lit up with a new message.

[“Peace of you”: Remember to pay back the money / landlord collecting rent.gif]

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

The moment Su Miao saw the message, her already exploding anger completely snapped. She went insane, grabbing her hair like a madwoman.

Damn Jiang Huashan! She clearly calculated that Su Miao wouldn’t dare make a fuss, which was why she was so brazen. As expected—she was nothing but a sly, vicious fish.

“Mi… Miao Miao?”

Su Zhuo had been knocking on the door for a while. After waiting a long time without any response, he was debating whether to come back later when he suddenly heard a retaliatory scream from inside. Concerned, he pushed the door open—only to be stunned by the scene in front of him.

Su Miao had completely lost control. She was poking at her scalp with both hands, messing her hair into a bird’s nest, completely unaware of how ridiculous she looked.

“Brother…” Su Miao weakly reached out toward Su Zhuo like she was pleading for help. “Do you have any money?”

Su Zhuo: “……”

With her nest-like hair, Su Miao quickly opened a payment QR code. “Transfer me 100,000. I need to pay someone back.”

Su Zhuo’s expression turned indescribable. He had been summoned back by Su Jingliu’s phone call and scolded along with his mother. His father was attending a United Nations conference and couldn’t be reached, narrowly escaping the storm.

Just earlier in the main hall, the old master had scolded him and his mother thoroughly, questioning whether they had fulfilled their responsibilities as brother and mother—how could they not even know the younger sister had a mental illness?

At first, Su Zhuo thought the old master was just making things up to pick a fight. But now, seeing Su Miao, he suddenly felt her condition really did seem a bit serious.

“Miao Miao, what’s wrong? Is high school pressure getting to you?”

Su Miao said, “Yeah, the pressure is really big now. Jiang Huashan is just a bloodsucking demon. If I don’t pay her back, she’ll definitely cause trouble for me. Brother, please help me?”

Su Zhuo frowned slightly. His younger sister had always been domineering and unruly—why was she suddenly afraid of that girl from the Shen family?

He said seriously, “Miao Miao, did she bully you? Don’t be afraid, tell me. If she did, I’ll help you handle it.”

Bully her?

She already gave her ten yuan just for a subway ride, and now she was even slapping the label of “mentally ill” on her.

But today’s hospital matter still needed Jiang Huashan to keep it secret. Su Miao was in a vulnerable position and could only gloss it over. “Brother, don’t ask. Just give me the money.”

Su Zhuo sighed helplessly and took out his phone to scan the code, transferring 200,000 in one go.

“If it’s not enough, tell me. And if you’re being bullied, remember to tell me too.”

Seeing the 200,000 arrive instantly, the clouds of worry over Su Miao’s head vanished in an instant. She grinned, revealing her small tiger teeth.

“Thanks, brother.”

Su Zhuo gently patted her head and smiled softly.

For a moment, Su Miao was stunned. “Brother, when you smile, you look just as good-looking as Shen Guiling.”

By now, Su Zhuo was considered a rising inspirational figure in the Xingang circle. In just three years, he had lost 140 jin—basically shedding an entire person. People often said fat people were potential stocks, and Su Zhuo was the perfect example. After his successful weight loss, he looked full of youthful energy.

Unlike the domineering and sharp-tongued nature of the Su family, Su Zhuo was reserved and gentle. He spoke slowly and calmly, resembling a refined young gentleman who had received a proper classical education.

Su Zhuo was amused by his sister’s flattery, but he still had self-awareness. How could he compare to Shen Guiling? Otherwise, the old master wouldn’t always say he was “trying to draw a tiger but ending up like a dog.”

“Knock, knock, knock—”

A knock came from outside the door, and soon after, Steward Su walked in.

“Young Master, Miss, the Old Master requests that the two of you go to the main hall.”

Su Miao’s eyelid twitched. She stood up and tugged at Su Zhe. “You have to speak up for me later.”

Su Zhe picked up a comb from the table, calm and unhurried. “Let’s fix your hair first.”

Ten minutes later, the two followed Steward Su to the main hall. Before they even crossed the threshold, they heard Madam Su’s muffled sobbing from inside.

“It’s all my fault… Miao Miao always said that classmate of hers was as big as a bear, that other one was as stupid as a wild boar. I thought she just had a sharp tongue, I never imagined this was a sign of psychosis… sob sob sob… I failed as a mother. My poor daughter!”

Su Miao’s mouth twitched violently. She turned around to leave.

Su Zhe immediately grabbed her. “You have to face it sooner or later.”

Su Miao nearly lost it. Face what? What exactly am I supposed to face?!

Su Zhe, completely unaware of her inner turmoil, pulled her into the main hall. “Grandfather, Mom.”

The elegant lady sitting on the sofa immediately stood up and pulled Su Miao into her arms.

“Miao Miao, what exactly are you unable to let go of? How did your brain suddenly go wrong? Tell Mom.”

Su Jingliu wore an expression of disgust and helplessness. “If her brain is sick, how is she supposed to explain it properly to you? And you’re blaming the child? Why don’t you blame yourselves as parents for not paying enough attention?”

Then he waved at Su Miao. “Miao Miao, come, sit by Grandpa.”

Su Miao’s mouth twitched the entire time as she slowly walked over to Su Jingliu’s side. After thinking for a moment, she felt she still needed to explain.

“Grandpa, this is a misunderstanding. I… I don’t have a mental illness, and I don’t have hallucinations. I’m perfectly normal.”

“Mm.” Su Jingliu nodded. “That Doctor Xiao said people with mental illness usually deny it like this.”

Su Miao: “……”

Su Jingliu raised his hand, and Steward Su immediately presented two sheets of paper.

“Come, Miao Miao, don’t be afraid. Just treat it like a classroom test.”

Su Miao looked down—and nearly blacked out on the spot.

What kind of normal classroom test is called “Psychological Test: 100 Questions”?

Madam Su wiped her tears and comforted her. “Miao Miao, don’t feel pressured. No matter what, you’re still Mom’s good daughter. Mom won’t abandon you. I’ll stay with you through this. I’ve already contacted your father—he’s on his way back.”

Su Miao felt emotionally stuck somewhere between crying and laughing.

Good news: her entire family had suddenly become extremely caring toward her.
Bad news: it was because they thought she had a mental illness.

Seeing her resistance, Su Jingliu said gently, “What’s wrong? Did Grandpa misunderstand? Were you sneaking out of school today to get your brain checked?”

“Huh?” Su Miao snapped back to attention and blurted without thinking, “Yes, I went to get my brain checked.”

Madam Su couldn’t take it anymore. She had to sneak out to do it? This was truly tragic. She broke down again, covering her face and crying.

“Miao Miao… Mom is sorry…”

Su Jingliu shook his head. “Don’t worry, Miao Miao. Grandpa will hire the best psychologists in the country and abroad to help you recover. Be good! Just take this test first so we can see how serious it is.”

By this point, Su Miao’s mouth couldn’t even twitch anymore.

The lie had already been told—now she had no choice but to see it through!

Fine. The DNA test results would come out in a week anyway. She’d just act like a “mental patient” for one week, and once she got through this hurdle, she’d settle accounts with Jiang Huashan.

With that thought, Su Miao picked up the “Psychological Test: 100 Questions” from the coffee table.

Question: A murderer goes to a supermarket to buy a knife to kill someone. One knife costs 30 yuan, another costs 300 yuan. There is no visible difference between them. After hesitating, he chooses the 30-yuan one. Why?

Too easy.

Su Miao picked up the pen from the table and wrote with confidence:

Because the murderer is broke.