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Chapter 346 - 344 Nan Zhubin: I think you are too radical

Chapter 346: Chapter 344 Nan Zhubin: I think you are too radical

The basketball swished through the hoop, earning two points for the team the shooting student belonged to, making the students having their PE class on the playground excitedly cheer aloud; besides them, girls who didn’t like to exercise but loved watching boys exercise sat in small scattered groups, quietly discussing and screaming when a goal was made.

Judging by their youthful appearance, they should be in their first year of high school, with plenty of time ahead.

On the other side, Chang Ming didn’t answer Nan Zhubin’s question.

Or rather, he didn’t answer directly, but took a detour first—

Chang Ming sighed and asked, "Mr. Nan, among the psychological consultation cases you’ve handled before, were there many high school students?"

Nan Zhubin looked at Chang Ming’s face; he was familiar with the expression Chang Ming wore now.

It was the expression of "I’ve got a story to tell, and I’m going to tell it now."

A sense of confrontation was apparent, and Nan Zhubin instinctively avoided following Chang Ming’s verbal path, instead making a counter-question: "Is Director Chang very concerned about the answer to this question?"

Chang Ming chuckled, "Since I started working, I’ve been dealing mostly with secondary school students, and all the work tasks were related to them—predominantly high school students."

Totally unrelated question and answer.

Nan Zhubin planned to define Chang Ming’s expression as "I’ve got a story, and regardless of anything, I’m going to say it at my own pace" and add it to his facial expression database.

"Mr. Nan," Chang Ming asked again, "In the cases you’ve handled related to high school students before, were there any involving student injuries, disabilities, or even deaths?"

Looking at the expression on Chang Ming’s face this time, Nan Zhubin felt a faintly emerging emotion.

He pursed his lips and didn’t answer this question.

Nan Zhubin suddenly thought of the first time he met Chang Ming, who then had an aura suggesting he was aiming to be the king of slacking;

However, in subsequent interactions, Chang Ming’s state had several obvious changes.

Chang Ming was unaware of Nan Zhubin’s current thoughts, and he slowly spoke, "I’ve handled quite a few, maybe even... many."

"I’ve dealt with many related cases. Some of these students received appropriate compensation; others, due to various reasons, didn’t, and their compensation was far less compared to what we’re handling for Li Mingchen now."

"And those so-called ’appropriate compensation’ cases were mostly ’death-level’ treated."

Chang Ming’s tone was calm, and his expression indifferent.

But in Nan Zhubin’s eyes, the subtle changes hidden under the calm produced an overwhelming flood of information.

"And those ’death-level’ cases are mostly due to bullying." Chang Ming looked into Nan Zhubin’s eyes.

"Can you understand the meaning behind what I’m saying, Mr. Nan?"

"When things reach ’this level,’ their nature changes."

Nan Zhubin fully understood.

The person in front of him was triggered by a keyword he said that day!

"Mr. Nan, your plan is good—the children undergo changes under the teachers’ instigation, so you eliminate the teachers, then use your psychological methods to turn the kids around bit by bit—I’ll say again, this is good."

"But, during this, will the good kids continue to suffer? If those bad kids aren’t turned around, could they continue to harm the good kids after we’re gone, leading to consequences none of us want to see?"

Nan Zhubin didn’t answer; he watched Chang Ming as his eyes and the wings of his nose began twitching subtly but frequently.

"So my idea is somewhat different from yours, Mr. Nan. I’m also sorry I have my plan today."

"Currently, I can’t get my leader to come, but I pretend to tell others my leader will come. This way, they’ll definitely panic and stop the training, letting the students rest."

"Simultaneously, they’ll certainly think I’m going to find you to act together, thereby closely monitoring you while being well-prepared for the leader. During this process, no one will be watching the students."

As he spoke, Chang Ming pointed to the indoor gymnasium beside the playground.

"I’ve inquired that during regular PE class hours, those students train in the indoor gymnasium. Later, due to the ’Zhou Chu is coming’ false news I spread, they’ll definitely be dismissed early, so the teachers and coaches inside will be called away too."

"I’ll use this opportunity to find those bad kids and have a good talk with them, making them realize their mistakes and voluntarily report their teachers."

Goodness, lure the tiger out of the mountain and then take advantage of the situation, a tactic?

If it doesn’t work, then?

"Or—" Chang Ming raised his hand, "step back and have them speak into this thing, about what Wang Rui made them do before, and what they did. This would barely suffice."

Nan Zhubin glanced at the hand Chang Ming raised, holding a voice recorder.

Seriously—why is this thing featured so often? Isn’t there anything more creative?

"Of course, I must first apologize to you, Mr. Nan. I couldn’t call the leader, yet I told you the leader would come; then, in my plan also, there’s intentionally wanting you to help distract the school’s attention."

Chang Ming sighed while speaking, showing an apologetic expression.

Nan Zhubin paused for a moment.

...

Goodness.

People always said Nan Zhubin was radical, but they didn’t imagine he’d meet such an equally challenging opponent this time.

Even when he chose to be conservative, he encountered such a radical ally!

The method Nan Zhubin and his team chose to break the closed group was still an in-project measure despite being an action outside consultation; alongside shaking the leadership and the subsequent plan, it’s considered procedural, and nobody could find fault afterward.

Whereas Chang Ming’s plan now was completely off-procedure, a solo act.

Even if Chang Ming managed to obtain the recordings he wished for or let those students report Wang Rui voluntarily, he wouldn’t gain anything favorable post-action.

Not only no merit, but possibly even some blame.

Looking into Chang Ming’s resolute eyes, Nan Zhubin gave another silent pause.

After a while, Nan Zhubin asked, "You mentioned talking to some of the students; how do you plan to talk?"

"I’ve encountered similar situations before, and I will tell them the possible consequences if the current situation develops further."

"Scaring them?"

Chang Ming corrected, "It’s ’case education.’"

"What if it doesn’t educate well?"

"It will be educated well."

Goodness, really good.

Nan Zhubin glanced again at Chang Ming’s expression. Buddy, your stare seems off now, you know?

Chang Ming’s eyes met Nan Zhubin’s.

Although no words were exchanged, Nan Zhubin knew he was waiting for feedback or, more accurately, a response.

After the covert action failed, it seems he hoped to gain his support and help.

Facing such a scenario.

Nan Zhubin sighed internally, never expecting to be advising someone against radicalism one day.

He brewed his words for a moment in his mind, then suddenly said, "When you were speaking, you repeatedly mentioned ’bad kids’—who are these ’bad kids’?"

Chang Ming answered matter-of-factly, "They turned perpetrators, going on to bully others."

Nan Zhubin looked into Chang Ming’s eyes: "You seem to place these students in opposition with Wang Rui?"

Chang Ming didn’t deny nor directly answer: "Background, school, college entrance examination—these factors piled together led to a life that did not offer children many choices, forcing them to do things they don’t want to before entering society. I understand this, and I feel for them."

"But actions have no choice; mentality can, right? Some kids, as you mentioned, will feel guilty, anxious, even punish themselves—they are still ’good kids’; but others who accept it, are indifferent, or even excited—how should they be defined?"

This is a sharp question, pointing to what might be a sharp answer.

Facing this question.

Nan Zhubin sighed deeply.

"More than caring about them, I care about you, Old Chang."

...

"Life fundamentally has no predetermined meaning; meaning must be actively created by individuals... Even when the environment seems hopeless, one can still confer value to life through actions."

The stumbling recitation echoed in the small room.

Teacher Xiao Zhao frowned at the book titled Existential Psychotherapy laid in front of her.

Teacher Xiao Zhao, who left school less than a year ago, still retained good study habits.

In front of her was a notebook spread open, filled with densely packed sentences—