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Chapter 367 - 364: Things Should Have Gone This Smoothly

Chapter 367: Chapter 364: Things Should Have Gone This Smoothly

The distance between Nan Zhubin and Vice Principal Ma was actually very close.

After all, the two had just been engaged in a very intense conversation.

To increase the sense of pressure, Nan Zhubin even took two steps forward, almost pressing against Vice Principal Ma.

Even though he made a move as if he was going to leave, he only managed to turn halfway around.

Therefore, in theory, an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to dodge Vice Principal Ma’s grab.

However, Nan Zhubin was different.

Nan Zhubin, he was fast.

No, it should be said—he reacted quickly.

The moment Vice Principal Ma lifted his hand, Nan Zhubin was already aware.

At the same time, Nan Zhubin also sensed the movement from Chonghui behind him.

Even though it was their first time coordinating, Nan Zhubin inexplicably felt a seasoned familiarity as if they had practiced countless times.

Swish—

Chonghui swept past beside him, and Nan Zhubin straightforwardly and swiftly took a big step back, protecting his senior brother without any wasted motion in front of him.

Then.

He saw Chonghui’s two large hands precisely clasp Vice Principal Ma’s wrists, while his right shoulder pressed against the opponent’s armpit, simultaneously grinding his foot into the ground, twisting his waist with force—

Over-the-shoulder throw!

—Bang!

"—Ah!"

A short and sharp scream.

He saw Vice Principal Ma lying on the ground, his body tensed and rigid from the pain. He clutched his face, his limbs only making occasional involuntary twitches and spasms.

With Chonghui’s skills, he probably held back his strength.

But Vice Principal Ma just wouldn’t move.

In just less than an hour.

Vice Principal Ma, from ethics and morals, to educational philosophy, to psychological resilience, to social status, and then to physical confrontation.

Fully defeated.

He was like a cow on a butcher’s block, subjected to a comprehensive dissection and humiliation in a short time.

It’s unclear if he can’t get up now, or doesn’t want to get up anymore.

Chonghui confidently looked back, and Nan Zhubin couldn’t be bothered to take another glance, as the two of them walked out of the Psychological Consultation room one after the other.

Outside was the campus, where evening study had not yet ended.

The office building, teaching building, and even the entire campus were empty.

For a moment, only the faint light from the street lamps and the echoing footsteps added a sense of human presence to the environment.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"I think... it’s good for him to lie down in the Psychological Consultation room a bit longer, he probably needs consultation right now." Chonghui suddenly said, "It’s a pity there’s no consultant inside right now."

Nan Zhubin paused and nodded in agreement: "Given his situation, even ordinary consultants probably can’t handle it; it would take a consultant on the level of Sis or even Teacher Bai to come forward."

The two exchanged a glance and both laughed.

Nan Zhubin suddenly said: "Will it cause you any trouble?"

He was referring to that last over-the-shoulder throw.

Chonghui shook his head, more confident now than during psychological consultation: "I held back, and even supported him in the end. At most, it hurts a bit, doesn’t even count as a minor injury for the hospital."

"It’s just..." Chonghui showed a troubled expression as he spoke.

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow.

Is there any other problem?

Then he watched as Chonghui fished out a phone from his pocket, pressed off the recording button, and then clicked delete.

His actions were extremely skillful.

—Really, why do people always do this? Is there no new trick?

"It’s a pity this recording couldn’t be used." Chonghui sighed, "But that guy is indeed smart, from beginning to end it was you analyzing. Although you dug deep, he didn’t say anything to confirm your analysis."

From this standpoint, Vice Principal Ma indeed had deep experience.

Unfortunately, he encountered two people who didn’t play by the rules.

Nan Zhubin smiled, knowing Chonghui was also justifying him. His recording couldn’t be used the moment Nan Zhubin kicked someone.

"Did you record?" Chonghui asked Nan Zhubin.

"No." Nan Zhubin shook his head.

"What do we do next, where are we going now?" Chonghui asked again.

At school, they could be considered outsiders, and their station was the Psychological Consultation room.

Returning there was clearly not an option.

Going home just like that also wouldn’t do; there were still things left unfinished.

"Let’s find Teacher Xiao Zhao first." Nan Zhubin suggested, "Also need to know what their current situation is."

...

Teacher Xiao Zhao’s situation was much better than Nan Zhubin currently imagined.

Before Nan Zhubin and Chonghui entered the teaching building, Teacher Xiao Zhao suddenly rushed out from a blind spot in the line of view.

It seemed she’d been waiting here for a while.

"How are you guys, are you okay?" Teacher Xiao Zhao asked with a worried face.

Chonghui shrugged on behalf of Nan Zhubin: "You should worry about someone else—I mean, the person besides Zhuren and me."

Seeing Nan Zhubin’s relaxed expression, Teacher Xiao Zhao understood something.

Involuntarily, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Zhubin returned the question: "How’s your situation here?"

Seeing a smile emerge on the young female teacher’s face.

Teacher Xiao Zhao’s situation was unexpectedly good.

She could genuinely play the role of an [External Authority], providing timely support to students who had lost group leadership during their cognitive fluctuations.

When Nan Zhubin and his companion were confronting Vice Principal Ma, she promptly took Li Mingchen and the student with thick bangs back to the teaching building.

Then, the student with thick bangs, who was more mobile, called out the students from the sports team they could rally, gathering everyone together.

"The kids are actually all good, just lacking a little initiative—but it’s something that can’t be helped, which is why they need us teachers."

Teacher Xiao Zhao said with relief: "And when they heard my words, they were quickly willing to help, it didn’t take much time at all."

"I directly lent my phone to them, letting them dial Director Chang’s number."

Saying this, Teacher Xiao Zhao glanced in a certain direction of the teaching building.

Following her gaze, Nan Zhubin saw an activity room, silhouettes of about five or six students surrounding a phone visible through the drawn curtains.

"They’re not done talking yet."

...

Things were progressing smoothly.

But someone was missing from this story.

"Where’s Lin Junkai?"

Nan Zhubin asked.

"—Teacher, I’m here."

A timid voice sounded behind Nan Zhubin.

Turning back, he saw a tall, sturdy boy jogging over, with a trace of excitement still lingering on his face.

Before Nan Zhubin could ask, he saw him handing over a phone.

Then—skilfully opened the recording app.

Nan Zhubin blinked.

[Coach, what do we do about this now, Pengcheng also...]

[Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing happened!]

[...]

[But I’ve recently heard some things, Principal Ma is really flustered, coach...]

[Coach, will we be affected?]

[...]

[...Junkai, you’re a smart kid, if others ask you, you know what to say right?]

[Coach, I’m kinda scared...exams...]

[...]

[You’re a good kid, before when I asked you to practice extra, to focus on training Xu Pengcheng, I know you didn’t really obey, you’re a good kid.]

[...You remember, you’re not the captain anymore, now Zihao is the captain, nothing will happen to you.]

[...]

[Coach, I really don’t know what to do.]

[You know, you’ve always known. Have good talks with other teammates, let everyone know how to speak. You’re a good kid, you should know how to be good to everyone...]

Nan Zhubin quietly looked up.

At Lin Junkai.

"I want to apply to police school." Lin Junkai said, lowering his head, "That’s why I’m pretty interested in these matters..."

Nan Zhubin once again showed a smile of a farmer watching a field of harvest.