“Not yet,” Wu Mangmang replied directly.

Zhenwo Fengcai quickly replied, “Are you planning to play with all of Lu Sui’s friends?”

Wu Mangmang looked at this message and strangely didn’t get angry.

She traced her finger on the screen, and after a long while typed out a sentence: “Why not? Do you want to try? (mischievous smile)”

After sending the message, Wu Mangmang thought of something and shuddered all over. She didn’t care about Ms. Liu anymore and took a taxi straight home, only sending Ms. Liu a text message on the way to inform her.

Soon New Year’s Eve arrived. Wu Mangmang stayed home, switched to a new server, and spent a week playing games, diligently leveling up every day.

The remaining time was spent extremely cooperatively following Ms. Liu’s arrangements—starting from the second day of the new year, she went on blind dates on average once a day.

Liu Lewei asked Wu Mangmang, “What do you think about these men you’ve met these past few days?”

“They’re all pretty good,” Wu Mangmang said.

Liu Lewei said irritably, “Have they contacted you since?”

Wu Mangmang lay carelessly on the sofa, putting her legs up on the armrest and swinging them, “Yes.”

“What do you mean?!” Liu Lewei exploded. “If you don’t want to go on blind dates, don’t go! What’s your attitude now?”

Wu Mangmang sat up, leaning against the sofa back, still swinging her legs, “I do want to go on blind dates. When they contact me, I agree to all of them. The problem is two of them are both scheduled for Tuesday, so I can only arrange one from six to eight in the evening, and the other from eight-thirty to ten-thirty.”

Liu Lewei frowned, “Wu Mangmang, what exactly are you thinking?” In the same city with overlapping social circles, this kind of two-timing would be exposed within days, and it would make your character look extremely poor. Who would dare introduce anyone to you in the future?

Wu Mangmang said, “I’m just examining them for a few more days. The one surnamed Yang looks pretty good, the one surnamed Guo shares common interests with me, and the one surnamed Bai has a good temperament. I feel like I like them all.”

Liu Lewei was directly infuriated by Wu Mangmang’s irresponsible attitude.

Girls absolutely couldn’t be flighty and promiscuous, or they would become worthless.

When men were promiscuous, it was called being romantic, and when they reformed, it was “a prodigal son’s return is worth more than gold.” But women didn’t get this treatment.

Liu Lewei thought to herself that she had wondered how Wu Mangmang had miraculously become normal in the past six months. She had mentioned it to Wu Song several times privately, and Wu Song had said she was worrying unnecessarily. But now her predictions had come true, hadn’t they?

Throughout Wu Mangmang’s life, although she had never stopped having problems, her devotion and persistence in relationships had never changed.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so distraught over that boy’s departure, having her stomach pumped three times.

Although she had dated many boyfriends later, she had always been stubborn about it—others dumped her, but she never dumped others.

Even when Liu Lewei had previously told her to consider several people, she had righteously rejected the idea. Now she was actually playing with a sense of toying with the world.

Liu Lewei felt that Wu Mangmang now looked somewhat like herself after discovering Wu Song’s affair.

Wu Mangmang came to Wu Yong’s office again because Ms. Liu forced her to.

Wu Yong looked at Wu Mangmang, whom he hadn’t seen in a while, and smiled, “How have you been lately?”

Wu Mangmang said, “Pretty good. My previous illness hasn’t recurred either. Today I was forced here by Ms. Liu—probably because she has too much money to spend.” Wu Mangmang rolled her eyes.

“That’s fine, let’s just chat as old friends,” Wu Yong smiled.

Wu Mangmang really had nothing to say to Wu Yong.

Wu Yong said, “I’ve followed your new Weibo.”

Wu Mangmang nodded, “I know.”

Wu Yong only knew Wu Mangmang’s Weibo account because Wu Mangmang had @ mentioned him.

“Mangmang, I’m not a detective. I can’t glimpse into your heart just through your Weibo. If you want my help, you need to be honest with me,” Wu Yong said.

Wu Mangmang curled up her legs on the sofa, hugging her knees with both hands—a typical self-protective posture.

Wu Yong knew that pressuring Wu Mangmang was useless. When she was first transferred to him, she had just sat quietly like this without speaking for the first six months.

“Your new Weibo seems to update quite infrequently,” Wu Yong said.

Compared to Wu Mangmang’s previous Weibo, this was far less active. Her old Weibo averaged at least three posts per day, while this one had maybe one post every three days.

Hearing Wu Yong’s words, Wu Mangmang buried her head in her knees.

Her mind immediately thought of her dozen or so alt accounts. Before winter break, it had been Nine Branches of Red Apricot, but now it was already Thirteen Branches of Red Apricot.

Wu Yong silently watched Wu Mangmang’s guilty posture, patiently accompanying her.

However, when the therapy session ended, Wu Mangmang still hadn’t said a word.

Wu Mangmang returned to Wu Yong’s office after the New Year, and she still didn’t speak.

She just stared blankly at the ceiling.

Yesterday, both the eleventh and twelfth branches of red apricot had withered. Playing the field was really quite difficult, and the world was too small—even going to a movie could result in awkward encounters.

Wu Mangmang didn’t want to recall that scene again—it was very embarrassing and humiliating.

Before winter break ended, Wu Mangmang came to Wu Yong’s office once more.

“I…” Wu Mangmang finally spoke.

With such frequent appointment scheduling, Wu Yong had actually guessed that Wu Mangmang was probably unable to bear the pressure anymore.

Wu Mangmang still found it difficult to speak and could only hand her phone to Wu Yong, showing him her Weibo alt accounts one by one.

After Wu Yong finished looking, Wu Mangmang finally breathed a sigh of relief, “Dr. Wu, this shouldn’t really count as an illness, right? If being promiscuous counts as an illness, then I think most men should see psychologists, right?”

Being promiscuous certainly didn’t count as a mental illness.

But the prerequisite was that your moral conscience approved of it. For example, Ning Zheng never felt guilty or confused about such things—some people even felt that “I’m willing to date you, that’s your good fortune.”

But Wu Mangmang was different. Deep down, she extremely disapproved of her own behavior, yet she couldn’t help doing it.

Just like her performance addiction before—she also thought it wasn’t normal, but she couldn’t control herself.

Such secretive matters couldn’t be told to anyone, so Wu Mangmang could only record them on Weibo.

And Weibo was an open platform that anyone could see, which meant Wu Mangmang subconsciously hoped someone would discover her secret and then criticize her.

She couldn’t control herself, so she hoped someone could forcefully step forward to control her.

“Are you dating all of them simultaneously?” Wu Yong asked.

Wu Mangmang didn’t even dare look into Wu Yong’s eyes. She hugged her legs with her head down, “No. But I deliberately play ambiguous games with them.”

“Since you’re doing this, there must be reasons you approve of. Does doing this bring you happiness in some way?” Wu Yong asked.

Wu Mangmang thought carefully before slowly speaking, “I don’t know. But I don’t dare and don’t want to establish a definite relationship with anyone anymore. The current state makes me feel very free, without responsibility. But I also like being cared for and loved by them.”

“Dr. Wu, do you know that when men and women are playing ambiguous games, it’s the most delightful time, especially when they’re pursuing you? They’re always particularly gentle, particularly patient, particularly compliant, and full of surprises.”

But one person’s attention isn’t enough—they always have various things to busy themselves with. But if there are nine or ten, it’s different. They can always make you feel liked every single day.

Wu Mangmang started crying after speaking, “Are these thoughts of mine terrifying?”

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but raise her head to grab Wu Yong’s hand, shaking her head and crying, “Dr. Wu, can I never get better? Every time I think I’m already well, new problems appear. I’m becoming more and more terrible, more and more bad, I…”

After pouring her heart out, she seemed indeed more relaxed, but psychologists could only gradually guide you—there were no immediate effects. You still had to figure things out yourself.

Wu Mangmang had just walked out of the building when she received a call from Ning Zheng.

Honestly, she really shouldn’t get too close to Ning Zheng. Girls who got too involved with playboys never had good endings.

But Wu Mangmang didn’t care. She felt that the current her wasn’t much cleaner than Ning Zheng. Rather than harming others, she might as well play around with Ning Zheng.

“Mangmang, want to play live-action CS?” Ning Zheng asked Wu Mangmang over the phone.

This sort of thing had been popular before. Wu Mangmang wasn’t very interested, “Not really interested.”

“It’s different from what you usually play,” Ning Zheng smiled.

What rich people played was naturally different from ordinary people.

The battle location was a specially selected mountainous area with harsh conditions.

This year’s spring had come particularly early. February was already sunny, and going out required only a T-shirt and light jacket. Fashion-conscious girls had already changed into summer’s thin cotton dresses. This kind of weather was quite comfortable in the mountains.

The guns were specially made and hurt when they hit you, causing short-term symptoms like fainting.

Wu Mangmang felt this was basically self-torture, but rich people thought differently—they wanted realism.

If vital areas were hit by gunfire, you were declared dead. For other areas, five hits meant death.

Of course, these were just hard indicators. Once the specially made gun’s bullets hit your hands or feet, those limbs would go numb and you couldn’t hold the gun.

Indeed, it was very realistic.

As for winning and losing, that was even more realistic.

Captured people could be treated however others wanted—everything had to be realistic, or there would be no excitement in winning, and everyone would lose interest.

There were too many people wanting to participate in this East Mountain war game. Many people fought desperately to get in, all for the excitement.

Wu Mangmang went to East Mountain with Ning Zheng, so naturally she was grouped with him.

Beforehand, everyone had to sign an agreement witnessed by others. Although such agreements had no legal effect, they at least showed you were willing, and you had to prove you were of sound mind when signing.

As for who would guarantee the execution of such agreements?

There had been people before who regretted and didn’t want to follow the game rules, but their fate was only to be played with even more cruelly.

In short, those who couldn’t afford to lose shouldn’t participate.