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Chapter 312 - 310: Anything Can Be Said

Chapter 312: Chapter 310: Anything Can Be Said

In the end, Nan Zhubin agreed with Chang Ming’s perspective—

—moderation is key, too much is as bad as too little, there is no rush.

One cannot ignore the cries for help nearby for the wails from afar.

Chang Ming was pleased that Nan Zhubin understood: "First, secure the most appropriate compensation and settlement for Li Mingchen, then consider other matters."

"But as for what I mentioned, we can’t ignore it entirely either..." Nan Zhubin mused, "Does Director Chang have any opinions on this?"

Chang Ming had rich experience in handling student and campus issues.

Upon hearing this, he pondered for a moment: "This isn’t difficult. After all, if, as you said, the main inducement for other students having issues is the coach’s training pressure, then we actually don’t need to do much to alleviate this problem..."

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, I must have a few more words with Vice Principal Ma."

After stepping out, Chang Ming sought out Vice Principal Ma again and pulled him aside to talk about something unknown.

The next day, a construction team arrived on site and carried out an extension on the school’s corridor railings.

Coach Wang was also privately called to the principal’s office for a talk. The specific content was unknown, but according to Chang Ming, the theme should be to focus more on the students’ psychological issues and learning stress relief, as well as appropriate training reduction.

At this particular moment, amidst the height of attention after the accident, the school had to make certain changes, even if just to have something to show for it.

The above was the informal resolution process.

The official result, on the other hand, was something Nan Zhubin was informed about over the phone by Chang Ming three days later—

The report indicated that, in the case of Li Mingchen’s incident, Jiangdu First Middle School bore [full responsibility] due to [management oversight] and [facility safety hazards]. Through consultation with the parents, the school’s representatives agreed on a final compensation amount of approximately 90,000 yuan, including medical expenses, parental lost wages, and emotional distress compensation.

—Some might ask, why is there an "approximate" before the compensation amount?

Nan Zhubin’s phone vibrated, displaying [Weng Pinting] on the screen.

"Hello? Sister Pingting?"

"Zhuren, what have you all been doing at the school? I haven’t seen you guys for a few days, and now there’s another project for me?" Her voice was full of incredulity.

"What project?" Nan Zhubin asked knowingly.

"The student you previously assessed for a psychological evaluation needs continued intervention, and now the health committee specifically requested you to continue the student’s counseling. From the way they talked, it seems like all consulting fees will be covered by the school."

On the other end, Weng Pinting had an inexplicable expression.

She had planned to take a break from work and focus on setting up her studio properly.

But here she was, receiving projects from out of the blue?

If it weren’t for Nan Zhubin’s impressive track record, she’d suspect if he privately colluded with the school on something.

"Regarding this, I have an idea." Nan Zhubin said, "I can take it on."

There was a brief silence on the other end, as if preparing words. Is this what I’m asking about? I already know you can take it.

"Are you sure?"

Nan Zhubin detected the implication in Weng Pinting’s words; she was not just asking about the project itself, but the series of things behind it.

Given the current outcome, the school successfully controlled the situation within an acceptable range, Li Mingchen and his family received good compensation, and Nan Zhubin and the others got a new project.

Everyone achieved the most satisfying results.

But...is this okay?

Is this...enough?

Facing Weng Pinting’s doubts, Nan Zhubin answered without the slightest hesitation: "Take it, Sister Pingting, I’m sure."

...

Li Mingchen lay on his own bed, and not far away was his desk, where his barely touched dinner lay as usual.

The small bedroom didn’t have great lighting, appearing somewhat gloomy.

Squeak—

Li’s mom pushed the door open, her face rosy, showing none of the worry from when Nan Zhubin and the others first visited.

"Acheng! Acheng...no appetite again today?"

Li Mingchen slowly nodded, his skinny chin and puffy cheeks showed a kind of unhealthy plumpness under the dim light.

"You can’t skip meals, you must eat!"

"Hmm..."

Li Mingchen gritted his teeth and swallowed hard, as if suppressing something.

Seeing her child agreeing without resistance and just lowering his head, Li’s mom visibly grew sorrowful.

She knew her child agreed quickly, but next time wouldn’t change at all.

"Well... Acheng, mother came to tell you some good news."

Li’s mom quickly adjusted her mood: "Weren’t you always worried about your grades? The school just called today, saying you can return to school tomorrow, and you’ve been transferred to the science honors class!"

"I asked the doctor, didn’t we just have a follow-up last week? The doctor said you no longer need to stay in bed, with wheelchairs or crutches, you can engage in some activities!"

"Although you can’t take the fitness test this year, you can’t fall behind on academic subjects. Maybe this is an opportunity to study hard, perhaps we can still get into a decent university; even if you don’t study well, we can aim for the fitness test next year, meaning you have an extra year to review academics compared to others..."

"Hmm..." Li Mingchen suddenly felt his stomach churn as if something suppressed was about to explode.

Li’s mom also suddenly stopped speaking.

She looked at his face and frowned slightly.

Then, after thinking for a moment, she half-kneeled by the bed:

"Acheng, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing..."

"Perhaps due to running to the petition office and school too often, I haven’t communicated much with you." Li’s mom softened her tone, "Mother now doesn’t even know what you’re thinking."

"Mom, I really have no thoughts..."

Li’s mom sighed, saying earnestly: "Acheng, I’ve been talking with other kids’ parents these days. Some families have children who get along with their parents like friends, sharing everything. You can also be friends with mom, whatever you want to say, you can tell mom."

Li Mingchen was silent.

He recalled the past few days, how his mom was busy and running around for his sake.

Li’s mom suddenly raised her pitch and sharpened her voice: "Is someone bullying you at school? Is that why the accident happened? I just knew..."

Li Mingchen sat up abruptly, even stirring the injury on his foot: "No, mom, definitely not."

"Then what’s wrong? Anything, you can still tell mom!"

The frail and puffy young man lowered his head, fiddling with the bandage on his wrist.

As if making a firm decision, he stammered:

"Mom, I don’t want to go back to school..."

"Why are you saying this kind of thing?" Li’s mom immediately interrupted, "How can you not go to school!"