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Chapter 225 - 223: Anger, Then Release the Anger! (Three Thousand Words - )

Chapter 225: Chapter 223: Anger, Then Release the Anger! (Three Thousand Words Chapter)

The crowd eager to know the situation was like a school of fish smelling bait and squeezing into a trap, scrambling into the narrow consulting room.

But once they clearly saw the situation inside, they retreated hurriedly as if they saw a predator eyeing them.

They stood against the walls, pressed against the door frame, not daring to breathe heavily, occasionally shouting things like "Young people, calm down" or "Whatever it is, let’s talk it through afterward," but none dared to step forward.

Standing motionless from beginning to end, Nan Zhubin was always at the foremost position.

At first glance, it seemed as if the presence of this "emergency task force" made no difference; before they came, Nan Zhubin was exerting all efforts, and even after their arrival, it was still Nan Zhubin who needed to continue exerting effort.

In fact — they could offer no substantial help.

The only change was that all Nan Zhubin’s efforts just now were rendered futile.

Moreover, since he had already used the most effective tactics earlier, Nan Zhubin found himself unable to intervene with the same efficiency with Li Minglu again.

In such suffocating chaos, Nan Zhubin widened his eyes in disbelief, looking towards the doorway.

Lin Lulin took large steps into Nan Zhubin’s field of vision, his face full of anxiety and tension.

He pointed at Nan Zhubin and shouted, "Zhuren, quickly move aside and let the school staff help!"

[He stretches his hand to stop me, but the angle of his body remains unchanged — a disguise. He actually hopes I continue to stop him.]

[Positioned behind all the security guards — self-protection.]

[Teeth clenching, pressing lips, yet not out of anger, but in endurance.]

Enduring what?

[A smile.]

[Holding back a smile.]

Smiling at what?

Smiling at the current situation —

Originally, another incident with Li Minglu would have been a devastating blow to Lin Lulin in his current state.

A depression visitor just finished consulting and then jumped from the same place — the liability here was as clear-cut as it could be.

But now the school’s emergency task force was involved. Whether or not they were good for the visitor, they were undoubtedly beneficial for Lin Lulin. As long as they’re involved, some of the responsibility gets shared.

Lin Lulin intervening might indeed be more beneficial to the visitor, yet this psychology professor wasn’t confident he could completely persuade the visitor.

Even if Lin Lulin could dissuade the visitor, it wouldn’t be a perfect outcome, after all, so many people have seen the accident occur, and he merely prevented the worst outcome without preventing the accident itself;

And if he couldn’t persuade them, it would directly result in a career setback.

Comparatively, with the emergency task force now involved, the responsibility Lin Lulin initially had to bear would certainly be distributed.

Even if they couldn’t ultimately persuade Li Minglu, leaving Lin Lulin to handle some part of the responsibility, it was a part Lin Lulin was fully confident of managing.

And what’s even better?

——Nan Zhubin had intervened even before the emergency task force.

Thus, an incident originally fully attributed to Lin Lulin, with responsibility levels now changed to: Nan Zhubin, security, Lin Lulin.

Not to mention, the state of Nan Zhubin afterward...

Seeing the brief flash of a smile on Lin Lulin’s face, a surge of fire rose in Nan Zhubin’s heart.

[No, can’t get carried away right now.... Li Minglu must be prioritized!]

[Emotion Rebalancing!]

"Li Minglu."

Nan Zhubin turned to look at Li Minglu sitting on the window sill, using emotion soothing, emotional infection, and other methods hoping to calm him.

But the best topics had already been discussed, and with a lot of security personnel adding to the confusion now, Nan Zhubin found himself almost aimlessly hoping merely calling out his name would calm him.

Then, he saw Li Minglu’s body tremble slightly.

No change.

And it was at this moment, something unexpected to Nan Zhubin happened.

A short, stout figure suddenly rushed over.

She grabbed the door frame, took a glance inside, and started wailing loudly.

"Wu ahhh A-Lu, A-Lu what are you doing!"

"Come down quickly A-Lu, do you not want me, don’t want our daughter and son anymore!"

"Where did I fall short, tell me, where am I wrong, I’ll change!"

She frantically tried to push forward, but the security guards finally managed to halt her, three of them finally managing to hold her back.

Several cries seemed to exhaust her a bit, and she began to wobble and fall but was caught by Lin Lulin.

It was at this moment that the psychology professor intervened. After a few words of comfort from him and the others present, Wang Sui suddenly regained some strength and shrieked out:

"Alright, you jump! If you jump, I’ll go with you, I’ll take our daughter and son, I don’t believe you’re this heartless!"

"..." Amazing.

Nan Zhubin barely contained his burgeoning anger.

The last straw had floated down, and the cracks in the dam were about to burst.

Li Minglu’s gaze became increasingly indifferent.

Nan Zhubin was almost desperate, now he could only say he continued to intervene out of professional duty and the mindset of "never giving up until the last moment."

Calming himself once more.

[Emotional re..... no, wrong!]

A revelation exploded in his mind, and Nan Zhubin’s eyes widened.

...

A flash of inspiration.

Depression suicide isn’t impulsive, it’s a calculated suicide.

Before committing suicide, they use their limited consciousness, their thought patterns to "weigh pros and cons," making the decision to commit suicide.

After deciding, they imprint "suicide" as a goal into their minds, giving up further thought, and like machines, constantly seek opportunities to execute it.

The Li Minglu Nan Zhubin encountered earlier was in a "machine" state, with his mind filled with nothing but suicide.

That’s why Nan Zhubin woke his thoughts, injected numerous desires to overwrite the "suicide" command.

But now, external information pouring into Li Minglu’s brain, in fact, had only propelled his thought patterns, further reinforcing his suicidal desire.

In other words, Li Minglu was in a high-intensity "thinking" mode now, not in "machine" mode!

So, was it possible for Nan Zhubin to utilize Li Minglu’s thought pattern in this situation, injecting an even stronger stimulus than the surrounding information to overwrite his suicidal desire again?

Yes.

[Extreme emotion!]

[Use Emotional Infection to transmit extreme emotion to Li Minglu!]

Nan Zhubin felt the surging fire within his heart.

"Li Minglu!" He suddenly shouted.

Everyone present involuntarily shuddered at this moment. The anxiety, fear, schadenfreude they had felt inside seemed to convert into a deeper irritation instantaneously.

[No, not enough! This level of anger isn’t enough!]

The power transmitted through Emotional Infection decreases as it passes.

When using [Emotional Infection +1], Nan Zhubin had conducted experiments, roughly able to let Shen Bing feel about a tenth of his anger.

With the current [Emotional Infection +5], Nan Zhubin hadn’t yet tested it on Shen Bing.

But the transmitted emotion would definitely weaken, so as the transmitter, Nan Zhubin must brew enough raging anger, an emotion extreme enough.

So, how to intensify one’s anger?

Nan Zhubin heard the noise behind him, and saw those causing the noise.

His hands clenched involuntarily.

This... was the only chance!

Suddenly, Nan Zhubin turned around, his eyes locking onto Wang Sui.

Before anyone could react, Nan Zhubin stepped forward, his body practically transforming into a dark shadow.

——Slap!

A bright red handprint suddenly appeared on Wang Sui’s left cheek, the five red fingerprints seemed branded, while the surrounding skin quickly turned from red to pale.

The woman let out a short, sharp "ya!" of pain, then fell to the ground from Lin Lulin’s support.

She looked up at Nan Zhubin in bewilderment, seemingly not understanding how things had suddenly taken this turn.

But her physiological tears had already flowed, all falling under the watchful eyes of Li Minglu sitting on the window frame.

Theoretically, physical violence serves as an outlet for venting. Yet, Nan Zhubin felt that what was piling up inside him was too much. This slap did not weaken his emotions; instead, it continued to intensify, threatening to lose control over his reasoning.

But this was precisely the desired effect.

"Li Minglu!!" Nan Zhubin shouted loudly.

The second call.

The visitor’s body trembled.

For the first time, his body leaned inward, a complex expression of unknown origin appeared on his face, possibly wanting to move forward and check on his wife, perhaps even comfort, protect her.

[No... still not enough, this level of anger still isn’t enough!]

[Almost there!]

Suddenly, Nan Zhubin raised his head, looking at Lin Lulin, who was now confused and empty-handed.

The middle-aged professor suddenly realized something, and in a panic, only managed to utter:

"Nan..."

The young consultant’s expression was vicious, his face distorted, like a beast that had been trapped in a confined space for long finally regaining freedom.

——Thump.

The middle-aged psychologist bent over like a boiled lobster, hit with a heavy kick in the stomach.

The pain nearly suffocated him, trapping a breath in his chest directly. His feet left the ground for almost a second, then he staggered backward from the door frame, his back slamming hard against the other side of the corridor.

The impact on his back brought a second wave of intense pain, but it conveniently forced the trapped air from his chest, making him cry out in distress:

"Ah!"

Huang Xin and the newly arrived Liu Pan froze on the spot, staring at the scene in shock.

And Nan Zhubin shouted even louder than Lin Lulin:

"Li! Ming! Lu!"

The purest choice of words.

Conveying the most direct, most extreme emotion!