Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 354 - 352: Cramping [4,000 Words, Two-in-One]

"One, two, three, four..."

Xu Pengcheng was counting the lunch boxes stacked on the table.

He wasn’t just stuffing food into the packages; each lunch box had a different set of dishes.

This situation of getting meals for others must have happened many times; Xu Pengcheng even remembered everyone’s preferred tastes, and kept them in mind.

As he counted, his body was involuntarily starting to react physically, and his stomach began to make drumming sounds.

"Seven, eight... ah!"

Suddenly.

Xu Pengcheng’s expression turned pained.

His left leg started twitching uncontrollably, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead; he almost knocked all the lunch boxes off the table.

In the quiet cafeteria, he was the only student, and it took a long while before Xu Pengcheng could slowly calm himself down.

Looking at the lunch boxes on the table undisturbed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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Nan Zhubin walked to the bottom of the teaching building, took out his phone, and glanced at the time.

About ten minutes had passed since he parted ways with Chang Ming.

He arrived at the teaching building immediately but didn’t go inside.

Chonghui should still be inside, stalling Vice Principal Ma and that educational director; Nan Zhubin still trusted his PhD senior’s abilities.

He would go in to take over when Chonghui had exhausted his tactics.

"I hope Old Chang can hurry up," Nan Zhubin sighed.

There was surveillance in the gym; as soon as Vice Principal Ma and the others got to the surveillance room, they could immediately find Chang Ming and get straight to the point.

So they tried to stall them in the teaching building as much as possible.

At this moment, after the third-year high school students in the dormitories had done some simple tidying up, they began to return in droves.

Their lunch break was actually a self-study period.

Though they usually hurried along, today they slowed down unintentionally because of Nan Zhubin by the roadside.

"Hello, teacher."

Occasionally, a student from Class 1 of Grade 3 would deliberately take a small detour to greet Nan Zhubin.

"Hello."

Nan Zhubin responded with a smile and nodded.

Suddenly, a noise came from the corridor ahead, breaking the school’s lunch break silence.

"Vice Principal Ma, I re-evaluated the overall emotional responses of your school’s students yesterday, specifically..."

Nan Zhubin turned his head and wasn’t surprised to see Vice Principal Ma, Chonghui, the Director with the last name Li, and Teacher Xiao Zhao following at the end.

It seemed Chonghui was using the project content to buy time.

But judging by Vice Principal Ma’s impatient expression now, this tactic was starting to wear thin.

Fortunately—

"Oh, Zhuren!"

Seeing Nan Zhubin, Chonghui quickly waved to him.

It was time for Nan Zhubin to take over.

...

Upon seeing Nan Zhubin, Vice Principal Ma, who was originally rushing out, instead stopped in his tracks, paused, and stood with his arms crossed, waiting for Nan Zhubin to approach.

When Nan Zhubin first arrived, Vice Principal Ma was courteous.

This attitude was the result of various considerations.

Even the initiation of the project given to Chonghui and the others was influenced by similar factors.

But now, facing Nan Zhubin and the others, Vice Principal Ma no longer had reservations, or at least, felt less of a need to have them.

At this moment, Vice Principal Ma’s demeanor returned to that of a normal attitude for a vice principal at a key high school in a coastal provincial capital.

[A master’s from Jiang University? We have teachers with master’s degrees in the school; perhaps in a few years, graduates from Jiang University will also apply for teaching positions here!]

Having tolerated Nan Zhubin and the others for quite some time, Vice Principal Ma was ready to hold them accountable and hear how they would explain the current situation.

And Nan Zhubin’s response?

Step, step, step—

Unlike the hasty pace from the gym, Nan Zhubin started walking forward leisurely and unhurriedly.

Vice Principal Ma’s expression soured more. In the past, in the school, whenever he posed such an attitude, wasn’t anyone supposed to immediately walk up quickly, even jog up, to get reprimanded?

Nan Zhubin’s idea was to buy time.

With his face and stature, he managed to turn this short distance into a model runway walk, attracting the attention of students who originally wanted to bow their heads and quickly walk away as soon as they saw Vice Principal Ma.

"Vice Principal Ma," Nan Zhubin nodded at the leading man, then turned to the back, "Director Li."

"Mr. Nan," Vice Principal Ma couldn’t help but speak, reverting to a more proper address for Nan Zhubin, "Where is Director Chang?"

Nan Zhubin pondered: "Which Director Chang?"

Pretending to be serious while feigning ignorance.

Vice Principal Ma’s face darkened: "Director Chang from the Health and Wellness Committee, who else?!"

"Oh, that Director Chang."

Nan Zhubin nodded expressionlessly.

Feigning ignorance only needed to be used once at the beginning; the core of this approach was "stalling," if kept up, he’d really end up looking foolish.

"Director Chang, I just ran into him," Nan Zhubin spoke slowly and calmly, "We even talked over the phone last night."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the initially impatient Vice Principal Ma calmed down once again.

"What did he talk to you about last night? No, wait... you just ran into him, so where is he now?" Vice Principal Ma’s speaking speed increased, nearly blending the last words together.

Nan Zhubin met his gaze, his tone still calm and unhurried.

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