Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 353 - 351 It’s All Your Fault!

"There’s a bit of trouble at work, what’s the matter?"

"Is it the job you mentioned before... Oh, sorry, I forgot I shouldn’t ask too much."

Xia Tian’s voice on the other end of the phone grew serious: "I have something important to discuss with you, Mr. Nan."

"Didn’t you ask me about that legal issue last time? I talked a lot about it, but... Mr. Nan, you should understand, the issues we discussed... because of various factors, they might not be implemented exactly as written when it comes to practical application, the process could be quite complicated."

Nan Zhubin let out a sound of acknowledgment.

"I’ve just been memorizing too much lately, so I forgot to clarify it with you, Mr. Nan. In short, if you officially start to advance this matter... I’ll leave Mr. Nan a phone number, you should call if necessary, it might be helpful, do take note of it—"

...

Chang Ming was unaware of what happened behind him.

He rushed into the gymnasium with long strides.

As soon as he entered, he saw Xu Pengcheng drenched in sweat, pale-faced, as if he could faint at any moment.

"Hey, you guys!" Chang Ming shouted.

He caught everyone’s attention.

All the students doing "extra practice" were momentarily dumbfounded.

"What are you doing!"

On non-open days, adults appearing in high school are mostly teachers, or even higher authorities than teachers.

When facing high school students, there’s a natural hierarchy pressure.

Zhang Zihao instinctively stood at attention: "We, training..."

"Weren’t you told not to let students stay in the gym today? What training!"

Even though he had already prepared what to say, at this moment, looking at Chang Ming in a suit, carrying a briefcase, exuding an overwhelming temperament, Zhang Zihao couldn’t help but shiver internally.

His response was also intermittent: "We... usually don’t perform well, so, now we’re doing extra practice..."

Chang Ming had rich experience in dealing with such situations.

"What kind of extra practice! Not practicing usually, and this one extra practice today is supposed to improve your performance? Procrastination, what were you doing earlier!"

He pointed at Xu Pengcheng: "Is this how you do extra practice!"

Looking at Xu Pengcheng, whose whole body was shivering and barely able to stand.

Chang Ming’s eye twitched involuntarily, a nameless anger burning fiercely in his chest.

His current momentum was truly overwhelming.

Even though this was the first meeting, and even though they didn’t know who Chang Ming was, the students were still all stunned.

Everyone stood frozen, not knowing what to do.

Chang Ming made a gesture to drive them away: "Go, all of you, go."

"We... need to pack up the equipment..."

"Pack what? Go, all of you go!"

Chang Ming directly stepped forward and pulled the nearest student out.

This action broke the ice, as with the first student leaving the indoor gym, the others followed one by one like ducklings following their mother out.

"Wait, you—stay."

Chang Ming pointed at Zhang Zihao, leaving the new sports team captain caught off guard and rigid in place.

In his heart, Chang Ming sighed silently.

In the original plan, it would be best to keep a few more students for questioning; Chang Ming even hoped to create a "prisoner’s dilemma." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Unfortunately, the school responded too quickly, and he didn’t know how much time Nan Zhubin and Chonghui could buy for him.

So he could only seize this student who was clearly the leader, hoping to gather some information.

[However, even if there isn’t much gain...]

Chang Ming recalled Xu Pengcheng’s appearance.

[Stopping an accident is still a good thing, it plays some role, after all.]

[What happens next depends on Mr. Nan and the others.]

Taking a deep breath, Chang Ming stood up and began a "case study education" with Zhang Zihao from above.

...

Outside the gym, the sports team students walked with heads down, pacing like quails.

"The teacher told us to leave... but Zhang Zihao insisted on practicing..."

Murmurs began in the crowd.

"Exactly."

Someone quickly agreed with this statement.

Everyone nodded slightly, seemingly happy to finally have someone to take the blame.

The captain, as the one giving orders, is supposed to take responsibility at critical times, isn’t he?

This was spoken by the student who previously sat on Xu Pengcheng’s back as "extra weight."

The porter, at this moment, was still holding a basketball, having forgotten to put it back in the basketball rack.

After being replaced and no longer serving as a weight, he began supervising Xu Pengcheng. Whenever Xu Pengcheng performed with incorrect form, he would throw the basketball at him.

At this moment, after complaining about Zhang Zihao.

The porter looked at the wobbling Xu Pengcheng ahead, and suddenly became enraged.

"Bang!"

The basketball hit Xu Pengcheng’s back like a cannonball, causing him to stumble as he descended the stairs, almost falling if not for grabbing the railing.

"It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you doing the extra practice, we wouldn’t have been scolded!"

"That teacher will definitely tell Coach Wang, and then we’ll have to do extra practice again because of you!"

A new target for emotional venting appeared, and reproaches came from all directions immediately.

After steadying himself, Xu Pengcheng appeared too scared to move forward, just staring blankly and rubbing his back; in the face of the scolding, he only opened his mouth, remaining silent, like a cotton figure who couldn’t feel pain.

"You’ll get lunch for everyone today!"

The porter made the decision on his own, which received immediate support from the classmates.

Someone slightly furrowed their brows: "He can’t carry that much on his own, I’ll help..."

"Don’t help him, let him figure it out himself." The porter stopped his companion’s empathy, also warning Xu Pengcheng, "And don’t sneak any food in the cafeteria!"

"We’ll wait for you in the classroom, you better deliver it within 15 minutes!"

"Don’t forget Zhang Zihao’s share!"

It took Xu Pengcheng two seconds of confusion before nodding: "Okay..."

The teammates went back to the teaching building on their own, the leading ones still simmering with anger, while those trailing behind frequently turned back seemingly wanting to offer Xu Pengcheng help, but were ultimately dragged away.

Xu Pengcheng scratched his head, slowly making his way to the cafeteria.

"Auntie..."

"Oh, student, why are you coming so late, there’s not much food left,"

The cafeteria lady chided, but after eyeing Xu Pengcheng up and down, she was surprised by his round-headed, round-faced appearance and showed a concerned expression.

"Such a big kid, why is your face so pale? Oh dear, look at those lips... You’ve been studying too hard, not eating properly, right?"

"Here, let me give you some extra!"

Xu Pengcheng just gave a silly smile and didn’t explain much.

He packed meals according to the number of sports team members.

He laid them on the table and began to count slowly.

"That’s right... there’s also Junkai’s meal, and Mingchen’s... Not sure if they’ve eaten yet."

Looking at the packed meals on the table, Xu Pengcheng pursed his lips and turned to go back to the dining window.

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