Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 359 - 356 [Information Bombardment]

It’s normal to want to jump off a building yourself.

Is it also normal to make others want to jump off buildings?

As soon as this sentence was said, Li Mingchen was speechless.

Clearly, before starting the conversation with Lin Junkai, he tried his best to avoid bringing up Xu Pengcheng.

But now, when Xu Pengcheng’s issue was presented in this form, Li Mingchen realized that he couldn’t avoid it no matter what.

Moreover, he wasn’t afraid to talk about it, and even subconsciously started thinking along these lines.

Something originally solid in his mind began to waver faintly and started to form into a new shape.

"... Was this the question you wanted to ask me at the beginning?" Li Mingchen asked Lin Junkai.

"Yes."

"What do you think?"

"..." Lin Junkai didn’t speak.

The previous question seemed to have reached the limit. Reflecting on the "past" and "present" is already a rare quality, but asking a high school student to make precise choices for the "future" is still a bit demanding.

Therefore, Lin Junkai planned to seek external assistance to think for him.

"I want to go to the psychological consultation room to talk to a teacher." Lin Junkai said.

Li Mingchen was taken aback: "Mr. Nan... I guess he’s in the hospital?"

"Then let’s talk to Teacher Zhao. Anyway... they must be better at thinking than us!"

Li Mingchen thought what Lin Junkai said made sense.

However, he was still a bit hesitant: "Just after what happened at noon, wouldn’t it be too conspicuous to go to the psychological consultation room?"

"What’s there to be afraid of?" Lin Junkai waved his hand, "Weren’t you already supposed to go for regular consultations? Just say you suddenly don’t feel comfortable and want to talk to a teacher..."

Li Mingchen felt that Lin Junkai made sense; his deskmate was indeed quite thoughtful.

They were quick to act, and after sorting out their thoughts, they immediately grabbed the wheelchair and crutches, creaking as they prepared to head out.

But at the stairwell, they encountered unexpected people.

Not every student chooses to study earnestly in the classroom during self-study and breaks.

Some feel suffocated staying in the classroom for even one more second. Therefore, even if only having a brief ten-minute break, they choose to chat leisurely in the hallway in small groups.

Lin Junkai and Li Mingchen ran into such a group of classmates.

They were all familiar faces.

"Junkai, and... Mingchen?" These students were from the sports team and recognized them immediately.

"Where are you going?"

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Nan Zhubin finally arrived at school.

Getting discharged from the hospital with a dislocated arm is usually not too troublesome.

The trouble was that everyone concerned about him was in the hospital.

Even though Nan Zhubin was eager to be discharged, he was still pulled into undergoing a full set of examinations.

Finally, it was Doctor Chen who nodded, allowing Nan Zhubin to be released.

The process was very tedious, wasting a lot of time.

But there wasn’t any frustration in Nan Zhubin’s heart; he actually felt alright.

"Da Hui." Weng Pinting instructed Chonghui before leaving, "Take care of your junior; don’t let him act impulsively anymore! Previously betting your future to demonstrate in front of experts from across the country was fine, but this time it’s a serious risk of disability or even death... too extreme, please keep an eye on him!"

The senior sister was very worried about the two juniors, strictly speaking, more concerned about the younger junior.

Chonghui nodded.

But when he left, he couldn’t help but mutter to Nan Zhubin, saying things like "I don’t know who impulsively decided before, resulting in leaving Beidu, where he had been striving for a dozen years, to start again in Jiangdu."

Nan Zhubin pondered for a bit, suddenly curious: "How does our teacher usually handle projects?"

Chonghui then abruptly stopped talking.

Nan Zhubin felt he had vaguely grasped something.

When they returned to school, the afternoon classes were already over, and the evening self-study had already passed a good half.

Teacher Xiao Zhao looked at Nan Zhubin’s stiff upper body and the shoulders clearly padded with a layer, hesitating to speak.

Nan Zhubin couldn’t make the gesture of "waving his hand" and could only tilt his head: "Teacher Xiao Zhao, what about those students you mentioned over the phone?"

Seeing Nan Zhubin so proactive, Teacher Xiao Zhao also restrained his concern, open the door to the consultation room.

The three students inside drinking water immediately raised their heads nervously upon hearing the noise.

Nan Zhubin glanced over their faces one by one: Li Mingchen, Lin Junkai, and one male student with thick bangs whose name he didn’t know.

"They came to me in the afternoon." Teacher Xiao Zhao repeated what he said over the phone, "They were greatly affected by Xu Pengcheng’s incident this afternoon, realizing that they can’t continue like this."

"They want to change. I told them about our plan for Wang Rui, and they want to contribute after hearing it!"

Nan Zhubin’s expression softened.

Before in the consultation, he had vaguely hinted to Li Mingchen and Lin Junkai that the current situation was "abnormal" and "needed correction."

However, in the students’ cognition, it was as if an indelible mark was imprinted, treating anything related to the college entrance exam as a matter of course "must-do."

This clearly obvious group polarization thinking, Nan Zhubin’s initial plan was to wait until introducing "Chang Ming’s leadership" as the external authority, and then bombard with a lot of information such as "the current behavior might lead to severe consequences," "could be illegal," "college entrance exam isn’t the only way out," to achieve the purpose of cognitive correction.

But the unexpected event with Xu Pengcheng happened that afternoon.

This kind of unforeseen incident itself was a powerful information bombardment, which obviously had already shaken these students’ cognition.

Seeing Nan Zhubin, Lin Junkai stood up stiffly: "Mr. Nan, we... never thought we would end up like this."

"We want to do something for Pengcheng at the very least... We don’t even know if this counts as late; we couldn’t realize what we had done before..."

Li Mingchen listened beside him, biting his lip, not daring to lift his head. Another student with thick bangs whom Nan Zhubin didn’t know was quietly sobbing even more.

Nan Zhubin used some calming techniques: "It’s not your fault."

He looked around: "Is this student here with you?"

Nan Zhubin referred to the unknown student with thick bangs.

Lin Junkai explained: "We met on the way, and I told them my thoughts. Everyone actually feels very sorry for Pengcheng, but as for coming to see the teacher... everyone is still a bit scared, so they sent a representative."

Nan Zhubin understood.

Although Nan Zhubin didn’t recognize the student with thick bangs, at this moment, relying on his strong memory, he barely managed to search for some information in his mind.

Back when he first saw this sports team on the playground, watching Xu Pengcheng being bullied, some teammates laughed, some felt uncomfortable.

The student with thick bangs was one of those who felt uncomfortable.

It seems that Lin Junkai’s "everyone" refers to this group of students.

Nan Zhubin exhaled slowly: "I understand."

Right now, without external authority intervention, the information bombardment had already happened.

This was both a good and bad thing.

But since it happened, Nan Zhubin had to steer things in a positive direction.

Moreover, what’s next is like an arrow on the bowstring that must be released. After the information bombardment occurs, things must settle quickly, or the hard-earned shaken cognition might stabilize again.

Attempting to correct erroneous cognition again next time will be much more difficult.

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath: "Let me plan something."

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