On a reality TV show, the guests were assigned to feed animals at the zoo. I was supposed to feed the monkeys. I held a small bucket and extended a banana in a friendly manner. The monkey yelled at me, “Get lost, you idiot!” I ate the banana myself and engaged in a heated argument with the monkey for two hours. Bystanders were stunned, the director was shocked, and so were the viewers watching the live stream. My name is Eloise Quinn. In my junior year of college, I was spotted by a talent scout and filmed a commercial. Among a group of beautiful girls with oval faces, I quickly stood out with my distinctively round face. The internet made me, and I became the so-called national sweetheart. The internet also ruined me, as I was falsely accused of being a two-faced bitch and a homewrecker. The reason was simply that Luke Young, a male actor I had worked with, drunkenly confessed his love for me in public, which was caught by paparazzi. The actor’s girlfriend was Wendy Sullivan, the daughter of Sullivan Group. She relentlessly pursued me, spreading rumors, throwing dirt, and launching an online bullying campaign. I’m sorry, I’m useless, I’m weak, I couldn’t bear the overwhelming malice. Under pressure from Sullivan Group, I was shelved by my company, Millennium Entertainment, and stripped of my right to speak on the internet… I chose to plan a grand finale with my death.
Standing on the 20th-floor rooftop of Sullivan Group, I held an amplified megaphone. “Bastards! You’re all bastards! You’re trying to drive me to death!” It was the peak of rush hour, and soon a crowd gathered below. “I’m Eloise Quinn, I’m not a homewrecker! I’m not a two-faced bitch!” The crowd below was in chaos, seemingly shouting something. I couldn’t hear them. They didn’t have megaphones. The wind on the rooftop was strong. I opened my mouth wide and roared. The wind rushed into my mouth, making me feel a bit nauseous. I cried and retched at the same time. Paparazzi, alerted by the commotion, set up their cameras. The flashes were dazzling, even in broad daylight. “Ugh— You’re all bullying me! I swear to God! I’ve never done anything wrong. Those who hurt me recklessly, I curse you with my life, may you all die a horrible death— ugh—” Soon, police cars arrived with their sirens blaring. They set up an air cushion below, but jumping from the 20th floor, even an air cushion wouldn’t help. If the posture was wrong, death was inevitable. People from Sullivan Group emerged behind me. A man in a suit extended his hand: “Miss Quinn, please calm down. We can negotiate whatever you want.” I recognized him, the head of the marketing department of Sullivan Group. He was the one who led the online attacks against me. He was afraid I would die here. “Scum! Bastard! Sullivan Group, you’ll go bankrupt sooner or later!” I shouted into the megaphone, my saliva splattering on it in excitement. “Ah, don’t come closer, don’t push me! Help—” I stared cruelly at the marketing head with a smile, then leaped off. You’re good at throwing dirt? I’ll cover you in dirt even with my death!
Death is a long moment of stillness. The first twenty-three years of my life unfurled before me like a scroll. “How pathetic, my descendant is such a disgrace.” An old, sighing voice sounded. A red-haired old man in a crimson robe appeared before me. Calling him an old man didn’t seem quite right; his face was weathered, but his muscles were well-developed, resembling King Kong. “I am the Wild Boar Spirit. In past ages, I was the one who cursed others. How times have changed, for my descendant to be cursed like this by others.” The muscular old man snorted coldly at me, “Well, I’ll pass on my ultimate skill to you. Don’t waste it.” With that, a red light shot into my forehead.
When I opened my eyes again, I smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant. It was a hospital. Accompanied by nurses’ screams of “She’s alive! She’s actually alive!”, a bunch of doctors in white coats rushed into the ward. “It’s a medical miracle! Her heart stopped for five minutes, and she’s still alive!” “Quick, hook her up to the machines! I need to write an eight-thousand-word report on this.” “Dr. Li, please calm down, take it easy.” Following a young doctor’s words, an elderly man with graying hair excitedly stared at the machines, fiddling with them. He announced: everything was normal. Then, he himself fainted. Later I learned that Dr. Lee, in his sixties, had worked tirelessly for sixteen hours without sleep to save me. Life is so precious in the eyes of these medical staff, yet I had taken it lightly. I regretted it, I felt ashamed. However, more than that was anger. If anger could turn into flames, it would surely burn the entire Sullivan Group to ashes.
Soon after I woke up, the hallway outside my room was surrounded by reporters. I mustered up my courage, put on a “dying but still persevering” makeup, and opened the door. “Hello, Miss Quinn, what do you think about making the front page of the social news?” “Miss Quinn, are you putting on a show or making threats?” “Miss Quinn, do you have a secret relationship with Luke Young? Are you a homewrecker?” The more you say, the more mistakes you make. The less you say, the fewer mistakes you make. Say nothing, and you make no mistakes. I fell headfirst onto the nearest reporter’s DSLR camera – the one who had been shouting the loudest insults. She was startled and hurriedly protected her camera. But other reporters caught this on camera, and the next day, an unreliable tabloid reported: “Shocking! Eloise Quinn Faints in Public, Look What Happened to Her!” The cover photo was of the reporter pushing me away to protect her camera. An eye for an eye, I’ll get my revenge and be done with it.
After recovering, I returned to my apartment to recuperate, only to find a middle-aged couple standing at the door of the small room rented by my company. They were hunched over. The man was holding a mud-stained sack, and the woman was holding a familiar thermos. It was my parents. I threw myself into their arms and burst into tears. Since the incident, I hadn’t shed a single tear, but seeing them, my tears broke through the dam. “Child, how could you do such a thing!” My parents cried while scolding me. I felt a bit wronged and was about to explain that I wasn’t a homewrecker, that I hadn’t done anything wrong, when Mom gently tugged at my ear: “Why did you want to end your life? It’s better to live a hard life than to die.” “Your mom is right! If you can’t make it in the city, you can always come back home and inherit our small supermarket at the village entrance!” Dad put the sack down at the entrance and started taking things out. “You’re so foolish!” “Your mom is right! Honey, give the child that ginseng soup before you scold her.”
After eating, my parents said they wanted to take me back to our hometown. I said no, I wasn’t ready to give up. I wasn’t ready to leave with this identity, bearing this kind of infamy. “Don’t worry, I have a plan,” I said. Dad said we need to use magic to defeat magic. We need to use capital to defeat capital.
I was invited to the CEO’s office of Blue Corp, Sullivan Group’s arch-rival. Sitting across from me was an elegant lady in her thirties. She thoughtfully had her secretary bring some stomach-soothing tea. “I’m sorry, Miss Quinn. My mother has a weak stomach, so my office always keeps stomach-soothing tea on hand.” This person is decent, I quickly concluded. People who are good to their parents are usually not bad people. “Shall we cooperate?” Ms. Blue smiled at me, not looking like someone in her thirties at all, but more like a mischievous little fox. Smart people don’t need to talk in detail. I firmly shook her hand: “Let’s cooperate.” She would give me resources and help me speak out, while I would expose all the bad things Sullivan Group had done. This was a win-win situation.
I was sent to participate in a challenging reality show that was live-streamed across the internet. The show had five guests, covering five areas: music, stand-up comedy, acting, internet celebrity, and ordinary person. Luke Young as a singer and Wendy Sullivan as an ordinary person also participated. As soon as the guests appeared, the bullet comments exploded. [What kind of large-scale drama is this?] [Isn’t Eloise Quinn a homewrecker? How dare a tainted artist come?] [The one above is outdated. Eloise Quinn has clarified, it was on the front page of social news. She might really have been slandered.] [This sister is brave, isn’t she here to fight?] [Homewreckers must die, right?] [I’m here to see the sweet love between the male artist and the rich daughter, I’m satisfied.] Luke Young secretly glanced at me twice, then lowered his head. Wendy Sullivan glared at me fiercely, but restrained herself due to the cameras. She stepped forward, effectively separating me from Luke Young. The host arrived fashionably late, holding a handful of task cards. She waved them at us: “Come and draw your task cards, everyone.” She took the opportunity to advertise: “Hello, dear audience. Thanks to our generous sponsors, choose your favorite guest and vote for them!” “Today we’ve come to the zoo, where our guests will spend a delightful day with the adorable animals.” I looked at the task card in my hand and fell into deep thought. Task One: Feed the monkeys.
I ran to Monkey Hill with a basket of fruits and vegetables. A golden-haired monkey with a red face shouted at me from behind the fence. The strange thing was, I could understand what it was saying! Had I gone crazy, or had the world gone mad, or had the monkey gone insane? It said: “Another ugly, hairless human is here.” I stared at the cameraman in surprise, but he showed no strange reaction. Instead, I saw dense bullet comments flooding the screen. [Hahaha, they actually let a beauty feed the monkeys.] [Are these the monkeys from Mount Emei? They look fierce.] [Just quietly watching what tricks the homewrecker will pull.] [What are you pretending for, with that two-faced look? Is feeding monkeys beneath you?] Responses echoed from Monkey Hill. “We can tease humans again.” “This time I’m going to hit a human’s nose hard.” “I’m going to steal the human’s bag and give it to Sasha.” Me: ??? Trembling heart, Parkinson’s hands. I extended a banana, trembling and trying to be friendly. The largest monkey in the group roared: “Get lost, you idiot.” That set me off. I peeled the banana and shoved it into my mouth in three seconds, letting the monkey curse at me for two hours. “If you don’t eat it, I will!” I shouted at the monkey. The monkey group exploded. Although to others, they were just making meaningless howls; to me, they were cursing very dirty. As expected of those who slipped through the cracks of nine years of compulsory education, they had no manners at all. The largest monkey king was so excited that his saliva almost sprayed on my face, while the other monkeys even wanted to rush out and beat me. I gloated: “Come on, come and hit me if you can. You can’t reach me.” “What do you mean by ugly, hairless humans? Those with hair are ugly, you’re the ugly ones!” The more I spoke, the angrier I got. I put down the fruit basket, put my hands on my hips, and argued with a group of monkeys opposite me. “Don’t you have a mirror to look at yourself? What? You don’t know what a mirror is? It’s something invented by great and intelligent humans, your IQ probably isn’t enough to understand it, right?” “So monkeys all like to eat shit, no wonder your mouths are full of crap!” This isn’t right, my mouth has a mind of its own, my mouth is out of control! I wouldn’t normally do this kind of thing! After arguing for two hours, I battled the group of monkeys verbally, undefeated. Suddenly, the monkey king let out a mournful cry to the sky and respectfully bent his back. “You win. From today on, you are the new monkey king of our group.” Me: ???
I glanced at the bullet comments, which were full of “Hahaha”. The atmosphere had changed from “What is this woman thinking? Arguing with monkeys? Is she trying to create some strange persona?” to “Is Eloise Quinn here to be funny? Can someone really argue with monkeys?” Now, the bullet comments were developing in a strange direction. [This Eloise Quinn woman has got something.] [Look, the monkeys are bowing to her.] [Live version of ‘The Birth of the Monkey King’.] [I’m honored to witness the birth of the Monkey King, all hail the Monkey King!] [Hahaha this woman is killing me.] [For those who don’t understand and are asking, are those people calling Eloise Quinn a two-faced bitch using it as a compliment for her fighting ability?] [I may be a two-faced bitch but I can argue with monkeys for two hours and become the new Monkey King.]
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please bestow food upon us.” Voices rose from the monkey group. I hesitantly threw a few fruits in. The monkeys excitedly went to catch them. Half a day passed, and all the vegetables and fruits were fed. The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet. The zoo director came over and excitedly shook my hand: “Miss Quinn, would you be willing to work at our zoo?” “Good benefits, good treatment, five insurances and one fund, and a permanent position,” he added. Thanks for the invitation. Later I found out that this group of monkeys were wild monkeys from Mount Emei. They usually bullied the keepers and even dared to beat up tourists. They had a bad reputation, but were also second-class protected animals.
I’m dumbfounded. I originally wanted to participate in a live reality show to directly expose the scumbag with evidence on the show, but unexpectedly I went viral? And in such a strange way. I don’t know why I can suddenly understand monkey language. Is it because of the muscular old man who appeared in front of me on the day I jumped off the building?
The first episode has been recorded, and I took some time to catch up on the bullet comments. After feeding the monkeys, my second task was to bathe them. For me, who had already become the Monkey King, it was of course a piece of cake. Under my orderly command, each monkey washed itself clean. I led the cameraman into Monkey Hill and enjoyed the treatment of a king. When I sat at the highest point of Monkey Hill, looking down on everything, the bullet comments were saying: [Are you King Kong?] [King Kong, go fight Godzilla!] In just one day, I made three trending topics. Actually, it’s not that I’m amazing, it’s mainly due to the contrast with my peers. Wendy Sullivan and Luke Young’s performances were too controversial. Wendy Sullivan clung to Luke Young the whole time, acting coquettish and asking for hugs. However, this is reality, not an idol drama. Wendy Sullivan became the new representative of “cringeworthy behavior”. “Brother, I don’t want to feed the peacocks. I’m afraid of birds with sharp beaks,” Wendy Sullivan clung to Luke Young’s neck. The bullet comments were a mess. [So cringy.] [I came to watch their love story, not to watch them get it on.] [This is a zoo! Not a bedroom!] [Don’t say that, I’m a stray dog and I love to watch, bring it on!] [Everyone go to Eloise Quinn’s live stream! She’s become the Monkey King!] Whoosh, a large chunk of bullet comments disappeared. Probably all gone to my live stream.
“Miss Quinn, I really didn’t expect to see this side of you on the internet,” Ms. Blue said. I lowered my head embarrassedly. The development of events had exceeded my expectations. “I have a question, can you really understand what the monkeys are saying?” Ms. Blue asked. I instinctively shook my head. Being able to understand animal speech and all that, I was afraid of being taken away as a specimen. Ms. Blue shook her head disappointedly, but her eyes were fixed on me: “Ah, I thought I had met a kindred spirit, like someone who had awakened a beast bloodline or something.” My heart shook, and I blurted out: “You too?” Ms. Blue smiled: “Good vigilance. It’s not me, it’s my brother.” As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and a young man walked in. I looked up and was immediately captivated by a pair of eyes. What bewitching eyes they were, slightly upturned at the corners, with a hint of red. The pitch-black pupils were like whirlpools, with deep blue oil-like light dancing inside. I suddenly jolted: “What a fox spirit!” Then I came to my senses. Standing in front of me was a young man. To describe this man as handsome would be an insult. “How did you know?” He was startled and took a small step back. What did I know? I thought back, fox spirit? “Hello, my name is Silas Lewis. I’ve awakened the bloodline of the nine-tailed fox beast,” the young man glanced at me. How to describe this glance? One glance for a thousand years. With this glance, I had the illusion that I had known him for tens of thousands of years. I’ve already decided where we’ll be buried together in this life.
Ms. Blue left the office to me and Silas, and very thoughtfully closed the door. “What beast bloodline did you awaken?” Silas asked. I answered honestly, it was a wild boar. He gave me a comforting smile. “That’s good,” he said. Don’t think I didn’t see that! You were secretly laughing just now, weren’t you! “I awakened when I was ten, so I’ve done some research on awakening,” Silas explained. “Actually, many humans carry gene fragments of these beasts in their genes, but most people’s special genes won’t be expressed.” “The expression of these genes is what we call ‘awakening’. Those who awaken will possess a special ability, which I call ‘skills’ and ‘passives’.” I thought for a moment: “It sounds like a game.” “Exactly, but unfortunately the sample size is too small. In all these years, besides myself, you’re the only awakened person I’ve met.” His eyes looked at me intensely, like a fox staring at its prey. I fled in panic.
To figure out what my “skill” and “passive” were, I went to a pet store. Strangely, I couldn’t understand the meows and barks of cats and dogs. But when I passed a dog cage, a dog barked at me loudly: “What are you looking at! Human! Watch out or I’ll scratch you.” Suddenly, I had a bold guess: it seems that I can only understand other creatures when they’re cursing at me. Just as I was lost in thought, my mouth went out of control: “Just looking at you, come out and scratch me if you dare!” I hurriedly covered my mouth and stepped back. Well, I think I know my “passive” now: I can never lose an argument. Why does Silas’s skill allow him to charm any creature, with a passive of uncontrollably charming any creature, while mine is arguing with others?
During the second episode, the location was set at Sullivan Group. Before the broadcast started, Wendy Sullivan blocked my way and gave me a malicious smile: “Eloise Quinn, what do you have to fight against me!” How dare she speak to the Monkey King like this! In my eyes, Wendy Sullivan was just a spoiled and stupid elementary school student. Arguing with her was both meaningless and a waste of time. But my mouth wouldn’t back down: “I’ll fight you with my life. If you push me too far, I’ll drag you down with me.” I approached Wendy Sullivan and pulled a creepy smile. “You… you psycho.” Wendy Sullivan stepped back in fear. “I’m going to tell my daddy!” See, I told you she’s an elementary school student. Go ahead and tell. Someday, your dad won’t be able to protect you anymore. You’ll have to pay a painful price for your mistakes eventually.
The theme of the second episode was office workers, and the guests had to complete various tasks assigned by the boss. I was assigned to the sales department. While others were sitting in the office, I couldn’t help but look up at the cameraman and give an apologetic smile: “I’m sorry, you’ll have to run around with me again today.” The cameraman gave me an “OK” hand sign, then shook his camera. A flood of bullet comments poured in. [Up close, Eloise Quinn’s face really can withstand high-definition cameras!] [Is it just me, or does sister Eloise seem so sad and wronged?] [She must have been targeted by a certain rich girl. Everyone else gets to sit in the office, while she has to run around.] [I don’t know if anyone noticed, but Eloise is wearing the high heels provided by the show. She has to run around all day, just thinking about it is scary.] There were those who sympathized with me, and of course, those who disliked me. [Not everyone is born a princess like Wendy.] [Being poor is a sin, who told you to offend the capitalists?] [A homewrecker, coming to the territory of the rightful girlfriend, still prancing around?] [Eloise Quinn is really playing the moral high ground card. Does she think jumping off a building can cover up the fact that she’s a homewrecker?] The harsher they curse now, the more I’ll make them regret it in the future.
After getting ready, I arrived at the sales office and changed into the sales uniform. Soon, a customer came – a muscular, tattooed guy. The other salespeople quickly pushed the customer towards me. I enthusiastically went to greet him. After looking at the house plans, I was about to take the keys to show the guy around. Unexpectedly, a thin, small girl walked over and pinched the tattooed guy hard: “You said you came to look at houses, but you’re here to look at pretty girls, aren’t you!” Then she stared at me with hostility. “You must be Mrs. Gold? Hello.” I confidently went up to her. “Mr. Gold just looked at many house plans, I have them all here. Would you like to take a look now?” You can’t judge people by their appearance. Although the man looked fierce and the woman was petite, based on my experience, the one in charge at home must be the woman. “Mrs. Gold, look, these two houses are quite nice. They face the sun on three sides and have large balconies…” The tattooed guy was left alone on the side. The other salesgirls nearby had a look of watching a good show, seemingly waiting for the tattooed guy to explode. Unexpectedly, the tattooed guy looked at his wife adoringly, without saying a word. After a while, as if bored, he gruffly said to the other salesgirls in the distance: “Bring two glasses of water.” Soon, two glasses of warm water were brought over tremblingly. “Mrs. Gold, your husband is really gentle and considerate,” I whispered to the girl. She immediately blushed: “You’re the first one to say that. Everyone around us was against us being together. We’ve been married for eight years now, and he’s always been very good to me.” Their eyes met, and the tattooed guy pursed his lips, looking even fiercer, enough to make a child cry: “You’re my woman, of course I’m good to you.” If it weren’t for his ears turning red, I might have been scared too. “Let’s go take a look at the house,” I took Mrs. Gold’s hand. On the way, Mrs. Gold asked me happily: “Are you filming a show? Why is someone always filming you? Are you a celebrity?” I nodded. “You’re so pretty, and so nice. You must be very famous. I can’t believe I just got out of the hospital and met a big star.” I patted her hand and mouthed to her, avoiding the camera: “I will be in the future.” Five minutes later, we sat in a tour car to the new house. It was a large flat, 240 square meters, luxuriously decorated. I took the couple around, and the cameraman also did close-ups of the house. Mrs. Gold said with a smile: “It looks suitable, I’ll buy it. The commission should go to you, right?” The tattooed guy frowned but didn’t say anything. I said: “Don’t buy it. This is my first time seeing this house too, and it’s not good.” Hearing this, Mrs. Gold looked at me puzzled, and the tattooed guy was also a bit surprised. “This house was terrible,” I said.
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