"Junior, what are you thinking about?"
Inside the room.
Nan Zhubin, who was fiddling with the equipment, looked up at the sound and saw Chonghui's concerned gaze.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood."
His senior keenly noticed that ever since Nan Zhubin entered the school, his expression had been off.
At first, Chonghui thought Nan Zhubin was still preoccupied with that student named Li Mingchen. But gradually, Chonghui sensed something was amiss.
At this moment, the two had moved to the psychological consultation room in the school's administrative building.
Compared to the psychological consultation center in college, which occupied two floors, this high school's consultation room seemed a bit petite.
All in all, it was only about the size of a single-grade office; after some renovation, it was divided into three cubicles, each roughly the size of a standard consultation room.