Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

"What's there to be ashamed of using this!" Xiangzi said excitedly.

Realizing she had acted somewhat abruptly, she quickly calmed herself and silently recited in her mind:

Don't think about it... don't think about that stone...

Then Xiangzi took out an alcohol wipe from his bag and carefully wiped Qiannai's hands.

How are you feeling now?

"Much better... However, alcohol is just a tool to speed up the handwashing process. In any case, I still need to rinse my hands with water after they get dirty to calm them down. Using an alcohol wipe directly makes me feel like I can't remove the stubborn stains."

Chinatsu described her feelings in detail.

"Okay, let's leave these words to the therapist."

Xiangzi glanced at the time on his phone.

"We need to speed things up."

Chika glanced at the time: "Wow, we're almost there. But being a little late shouldn't be a problem, right..."

"Let's go quickly," Xiangzi urged, pulling Qiannai's hand.

She wants to get China to see a doctor as soon as possible so that she can have a chance to catch her breath.

She felt suffocated just watching China's series of actions.

Hopefully, the doctor China booked is a miracle worker who can cure her problem and other symptoms.

After walking a few steps, Qian Nai asked hesitantly, "Um, Xiao Xiang, why did you freeze up just now?"

Xiangzi pursed her lips. She wanted to avoid the question, but she was afraid that Qiannai would fall into anxiety again because of her silence.

To prevent one problem from escalating into another, she offered an explanation.

"I just didn't expect that we look alike, can both compose music and play the piano, and then... we even use the same brand of tampons."

Wait, why make up this excuse? Why not just say you were shocked by her 30,000 mAh power bank?

Chapter 118 Ultimate Master

"Is...really?" China's face flushed again, and her ears felt faintly hot, as if two wisps of steam were rising from the top of her head.

"No, why are you blushing again?" Xiangzi couldn't help but ask, then suddenly felt his cheeks getting slightly hot as well.

"I thought...I thought..."

Chizuru's eyes darted around, and her voice stammered.

"I thought you saw the pebbles in the plastic box."

For a moment, Xiangzi stopped breathing.

In a moment of desperation, she made up a reason that she herself later regretted.

However, China still guessed the truth correctly.

I've lost both my image and my composure...

At this moment, China bowed deeply, her hands resting on her knees, and said:

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have shown off the gift Xiaodeng gave me! It was just a silly idea I had to get you and Deng to communicate!"

"I shouldn't have forced you and Xiaodeng to be together, making you recall bad memories! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!"

After saying that, she held Xiangzi's arm tightly and buried her head in his chest.

Xiangzi was somewhat taken aback by the sudden apology.

She had thought that China's anxiety symptoms had lessened, and therefore she would be more courageous and willing to try new things when it came to helping others.

As it turned out, at this delicate juncture, China's feelings of self-blame surged like a tidal wave.

Xiangzi hadn't done anything like comforting people with lots of words and gestures in a long time.

When she placed her hand on China's head and tried to stroke her, she felt awkward and unnatural, as if it was something she shouldn't be doing.

For the past year, she has been constantly reminding herself: do your own job well, don't get distracted by other people's business, and don't bother others.

This suggestion penetrated deep into her mind and also into her body.

Any action that goes against this suggestion is so difficult to execute.

You don't need to do much care or waste unnecessary time; just take her to the clinic and hand her over to the doctor.

Your relationship with her is purely business, involving only your agent and artist. Anything else involving family ties will only become a chain binding you.

The so-called "rationality" constantly stopped Xiangzi's attempts to comfort her, even choking her and plunging her into the abyss of weakness.

No... at least, you have to be a qualified agent.

……

"You mean you regret your actions of forcing me to communicate with the light, right?"

Xiangzi said with a calm expression.

The groveling lacquerer stopped sobbing in surprise and raised his head.

"……Yes."

Xiangzi glanced into the distance.

"Just don't do that again. Go to the clinic first."

Xiangzi handed a lot of tissues to Qiannai from his shoulder bag.

Then, Xiangzi led Qiannai, who was walking behind him with her head down, towards the clinic without saying a word.

Xiangzi sensed that the person behind him was walking slowly and weakly, as if he would fall over if he were pulled even slightly.

She should probably help China up, like she did last time, to share some of her weight.

Ugh, it's still so troublesome...

Let's give "rationality" a convincing reason: just consider it as deserving of a salary of 50?

No, stop pulling yourself together like this.

A different mindset should be adopted: think about what a "person" would do, and then act decisively.

Xiangzi took a step back, took Qianna's arm, and let Qianna lean on his shoulder as they walked to the clinic.

……

Consult a doctor for advice and ask if you are fit to do live streaming. If so, how should you prepare mentally to handle the various situations that may arise during a live stream?

This is a reminder that Xiangzi gave to Qianna before sending her to the gate.

After entering the consultation room, China silently recited the advice to herself once more.

The consultation room here is completely different from the one China had visited in the psychiatric ward; it's more like a living room.

Apart from two sofas facing each other, the room is decorated in a dignified and elegant Chinese style.

In particular, the landscape and bamboo forest ink painting behind the sofa almost occupies the entire wall.

The Chinese-style flower arrangement on the windowsill exudes a natural and warm feeling, quite different from the poignant "mono no aware" style of Japanese flower arrangement that I'm used to.

Of course, bringing elements of the "mono no aware" style into the psychological study is not very appropriate.

Ke Qiannai remembered that in the psychological counseling simulation videos she had watched, the decoration of the consultation room was simple and light-colored to avoid the environment causing unnecessary interference to the counselor's psychology.

For example, right now, under the influence of the environment and the physical influence of the incense burner, Qiannai is starting to feel a little like writing on the table, even a little like expressing her emotions through poetry.

"Hello."

The psychologist walked into the consultation room carrying a whiteboard; her white coat contrasted sharply with the surrounding mahogany decorations.

China immediately realized why clinics are usually decorated in light colors—it's to avoid this kind of visual shock.

This made her even more uneasy about the clinic, since their renovation seemed careless and incomplete, which led her to a suspicion.

"I'd like to ask if these renovations are... meant to attract Chinese customers?"

"That's how it is in Ikebukuro."

The doctor adjusted his thin-rimmed glasses, answered frankly, and then sat down on the sofa.

"Isn't this putting the cart before the horse? After all, the environment can also affect psychology, which in turn affects your diagnosis of me."

With an intellectual smile, the doctor asked Chika, "What effects have you experienced while you're here?"

China sprawled on the sofa and answered somewhat casually:

"I feel like a poet now, but I'm not good at writing lyrics and composing music... Maybe AI can do it better than me."

"Are you a singer?" the doctor asked while taking notes.

“If you don’t tell anyone, I will,” China said cautiously.

"As a psychological counselor, I can absolutely guarantee that I will not disclose your privacy," the doctor said firmly.

“Okay,” China paused slightly before saying, “I’m a well-known music producer on streaming platforms.”

"Ah."

The doctor also noted down another passage: The famous composer did not acknowledge his own composing abilities.

"So how do you think you became famous?" she continued.

China realized that the doctor seemed to enjoy guiding the conversation by asking questions, and China discovered an interesting way to pass the time.

"As a psychological counselor, would you really want your patients to tell the truth?" China asked rhetorically.

"A counselor who likes to seek the truth from patients understands neither psychological counseling nor the truth," the doctor said, offering a unique and insightful observation.

"Alright, I'm going to start lying now."

China continued:

"I released a new song with a new account, and it became an overnight sensation. I think it's a joke by some big shots—someone deliberately promoted it to make me feel inflated by the impressive data. After that, I guess they'll stop promoting it, and I'll fade into obscurity again because of my lack of talent."

"Are you afraid of this kind of drop in status?" the doctor asked astutely.

“Yes,” China clenched her fist, “so I have to seize this opportunity to become a virtual streamer.”

"You want to use virtual streamers to maintain traffic?" the doctor confirmed further.

"Yes, I think my illness is very entertaining to broadcast live... Saying that is kind of self-deprecating." Qian Nai said with a helpless smile.

"So what are your plans in this area?" the doctor continued to ask.

Chika replied, "The project planning has already been arranged for me by someone else, but what I want to know first is whether I can be a streamer, and what the mental preparation for being a streamer is..." At this point, her tone became somewhat stiff and rehearsed.

The doctor's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Did you come up with these questions yourself, or did the person who helped you with the planning come up with them?"

Chika paused in surprise for a moment, then replied, "The person who helped me with the planning, she's my...manager."

"Would it be convenient to call her over now?" the doctor asked, making an unexpected request.

"Huh? Now?" China asked, somewhat bewildered.

The doctor explained, "An agent is like a personal caregiver for an artist; she needs to understand relevant psychological knowledge in order to take better care of you."

"...I feel a little apologetic towards her now."

Nai said somewhat awkwardly that she was still a little embarrassed to let Xiangzi come up for "training".

The doctor shook his head slightly: "It's okay, just tell her there are some business matters that need her to handle."

"Um..." China felt increasingly strange.

I was really referring to business matters.

The doctor further explained,

“I have consulted with many famous artists. One artist commissioned me to do a talent scouting job. She said she needed to find potential partners.”

Chika looked around and then joked, "Is this a psychology clinic or a jack-of-all-trades shop?"

Suddenly, she remembered that she had managed to snag her reservation spot because someone else had canceled their reservation.

Everything seemed to be no coincidence.

China looked out the window and saw that the rooftop screen of a distant building was displaying an album by the idol group Sumimi.

Chapter 119 is her?