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Chapter 379 The Gaze of the Crowd

Zhang Zihao is very sensitive to and adept at discerning this kind of gaze.

It wasn't because he had any particularly impressive skills in discerning emotions, but simply because he was "proficient."

He was very adept at drawing out that look in the eyes of his classmates on the sports team, and the emotions that that look represented.

Then direct them to a target.

These glances and emotions are usually directed at Xu Pengcheng.

They were looking at me with the same eyes they used to look at Xu Pengcheng.

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Zhang Zihao's breathing became heavy.

It felt like a million ants were crawling all over him, and he almost couldn't help but writhe in his chair.

It's uncomfortable, that's one aspect.

On the other hand, there is the doubt that a certain understanding has been challenged, and a certain anger.

Why are they looking at me like that? How can they look at me like that?

Shouldn't it be someone like Xu Pengcheng, a loser, who gets that kind of look?

Shouldn't it be someone like Xu Pengcheng, who disobeys the coach and significantly reduces his contribution to training?

Shouldn't it be someone like Xu Pengcheng, who drags everyone down because of one person, causing everyone to be punished?

Why are they looking at me like that now?

Zhang Zihao looked around and noticed that everyone else seemed to be deep in thought, but he felt that their eyes were glancing in his direction.

They were looking at themselves with a kind of negative gaze!
At the same time, another idea gradually emerged in Zhang Zihao's mind—

[Is this what it feels like when Xu Pengcheng is being watched by everyone?]

Zhang Zihao suddenly looked up again and found that Nan Zhuren, who was facing him, was looking at him meaningfully with a gaze that was different from others, but exceptionally sharp and indescribable.

He suddenly regretted choosing this seat, which was directly opposite a teacher from another school, forcing him to confront that gaze head-on.

"Alright, now we'll move on to the last part of today's session."

Zhang Zihao heard the teacher sitting opposite him say this.

It turns out that the other person's gaze wasn't deliberately fixed on me, but rather scanning the room—or maybe they were actually staring at me, but I noticed, so they used scanning to cover up their actions?

"At the beginning of the group counseling, we asked everyone to rate their emotions. Now, please take another look at your emotions. After more than an hour of group counseling, what are your emotions like now? What score would you give them? And what new feelings do you have to share with us?"

Because of the large number of participants, group counseling sessions can be very flexible in duration. Some sessions may end in as little as 40 minutes, similar to a regular consultation, while others can extend to an hour and a half, or even close to two hours.

But no matter how long the group support session was, it's now coming to an end.

"I'll give you three minutes to think. Let's begin," Zhang Zihao heard Nan Zhuren say.

Zhang Zihao was too lazy to even think about the beginning of the group counseling session.

At that moment, he felt a jumble of thoughts in his mind, and he was unable to sort them out, piece them together, or integrate them into a complete and articulate idea.

Although he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Zihao still subconsciously tried to think about it, and in the process, he couldn't help but turn around to look at the other group members.

rustling --

The sound of the pen tip scratching the paper was incredibly grating to his senses.

Three minutes flew by in this mindset. "Okay, time's up, let's—wait, what?"

Zhang Zihao heard Nan Zhuren say this.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had actually stood up.

"It seems that Zihao has a strong desire to share this time, so you can go first," Nan Zhuren said with a smile, pointing his palm upward at Zhang Zihao.

Zhang Zihao took a deep breath.

"me……"

His thoughts were jumbled, and he hadn't sorted out enough to defend himself.

"I feel terrible, yes, terrible. It's because of what happened recently."

Upon hearing Zhang Zihao's words, Teacher Zhao couldn't help but lean forward.

"Everyone seems happy because Coach Wang left... I don't understand!"

"What I want to say is, everyone has been following Coach Wang for so long, and your performance has improved, right? How many of you were originally 'failed' in the physical test, but now you can all reach the 'good' or even 'excellent' level?"

"Everyone trains this way, so why is it that only one person has a problem in the end? Does that mean that one person has a problem? Why doesn't that person look for their own problems?"

Zhang Zihao's tone grew increasingly agitated: "Instead, you're shifting the blame to Coach Wang, to other people... and to me. I know some of you definitely have issues with me. I have to say, this isn't fair!"

"I also sacrificed my own training time to help other struggling students with extra practice!"

His voice suddenly rose to a high pitch at the end of his sentence, cracking so much that he was out of breath.

Like a lone wolf driven from its pack, wandering in the jungle at night, it is fierce in appearance but weak in reality at the slightest sound of the wind and grass around it.

However, Zhang Zihao felt that the gazes of the people around him were extremely piercing, making the seemingly late night background appear as if it were midday.

"Teacher, may I speak next?" Lin Junkai looked at Zhang Zihao, raised his hand with a straight face.

Nan Zhuren nodded: "After Zihao finishes speaking."

Zhang Zihao was panting heavily, while Lin Junkai remained expressionless.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Zhang Zihao opened his mouth, as if he still had something to say, but those "many words" got stuck on his lips.

In the end, unable to say anything, he could only sit down with his eyes wide open.

Lin Junkai slowly stood up: "When I was reflecting on myself just now, my emotions were very complicated. I don't know how to describe it specifically, but overall it was a positive emotion. If I were to give it a score out of five, it would probably be 4 or even higher. Because in this hour I figured out a lot of things and said a lot of things that I had been holding in my heart. I feel that I have grown and I am very satisfied with myself."

"But right now, I'm in a really bad mood, and my negative emotions are probably a 3 or even a 4 out of 10."

"Because I heard something that made me feel confused and even disgusted."

Lin Junkai looked directly at Zhang Zihao: "Zihao just said a lot of things that he thinks make sense. We have indeed heard these things countless times before, to the point that we have taken them for granted as 'correct'."

"But here's the problem—the standard for judging reason doesn't lie with the individual."

"It's not you, it's not me, and it's definitely not Wang Rui."

Lin Junkai took a deep breath: "As far as I know, Wang Rui has been criminally detained."

Zhang Zihao's face turned pale instantly.

(End of this chapter)