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Chapter 503 Establishment of Physical Links
In a daze, Nan Zhihao felt as if a string in his heart, after repeated twists and turns, had finally—

It snapped.

"--ah!!"

With a near-hysterical roar, Nan Zhihao slammed the phone to the ground.

The phone screen shattered the moment it hit the ground, the snowflake-like patterns accompanied by colorful electronic distortions, cutting the "Mom" screen on the caller ID into pieces.

“——Ahhh!!”

As if something suppressed to the extreme was about to explode in his chest, but without any target, Nan Zhihao swept his gaze around everything in front of him with a blank and fierce look.

Teacups, lamps, books, computers, storage boxes—everything was flung to the floor with a heartbreaking crash. Then his gaze settled on the wardrobe beside him, and without a second thought, he threw a punch—

With a "bang," the entire bed frame connected to the wardrobe shook, leaving an obvious dent on the thin sheet metal, while visible bruises and red marks appeared on Nan Zhihao's own fist.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"

"Ah—ahhh—ahhh!!"

Nan Zhihao stopped communicating with the person on the other end of the phone, only letting out the most primal roars and waving his arms in the most primal gestures. His mind was blank, filled with a torrent of emotions, and even the pain was completely blocked out.

These hysterical sounds were transmitted to the other end of the phone, and the person on the other end seemed to be startled, as there was no response for a long time.

When colors finally returned to Nan Zhihao's blank mind, and his body finally stopped panting.

Then, a fragmented sentence came through the receiver: "I can't talk to you anymore. You'll have to figure it out yourself."

Then hang up.

Nan Zhihao's body trembled, and almost without thinking, he grabbed a chair, raised it above his head, and was about to smash it down on the phone.

The violent movement caused the pendant on his body, the hourglass the size of a thumb, to swish halfway through the air and hit Nan Zhihao's face with a light but not heavy slap, like a slap in the face.

This caused Nan Zhihao to freeze in place.

He began to take deep breaths as if by reflex, his chest heaving violently.

After taking a few deep breaths, the blush on his face gradually faded, and then he began to unconsciously rub the chair in his hands.

Then I heard him mutter to himself, "The green chair is made of a plastic backrest and a metal frame. The backrest feels neither cold nor hot, has no odor, and is made of a soft material..."

After the initial training on grounding techniques, Nan Zhuren did not delve too deeply into Nan Zhihao's specific issues during recent consultations. Instead, he focused on enhancing and upgrading Nan Zhihao's proficiency in grounding techniques.

The basic grounding technique, in practical terms, involves performing a grounding action, followed by using the "5-4-3-2-1 technique" to find sensory stimuli in the surrounding environment, thus achieving the effect of "grounding" the mind.

After studying it so many times, Nan Zhihao has learned an even more advanced "grounding technique"—"establishing physical connections".

Compared to basic grounding techniques, which involve a broad, sequential search for various sensory stimuli in the surrounding environment, object-based connection building involves an individual searching in detail for various information about a single object.

For example, when you touch an "apple," you can describe it as "red," "round," "cool to the touch," "slightly heavy," and "having a sweet or sour fragrance."

By thoroughly analyzing a tangible object that is within one's reach, one can free one's attention from chaos and return to the present reality.

Compared to basic grounding techniques, this physical connection method takes effect faster, is simpler to operate, and is applicable to a wider range of situations.

Then, Nan Zhihao slowly put down the chair in his hand, stared at it for a while, and then, as if possessed, leaned over and took a bite: "It's very hard and tasteless..." It was after this action that a clear look, as if he had just woken up from a dream, finally flashed in his eyes.

A series of stinging pains of varying degrees swept over Nan Zhihao's teeth, fists, and shoulders, while all he could see in his eyes was bewilderment.

He sat exhausted in the chair, staring blankly at the mess in the dormitory, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated again.

hum-

A new message has arrived.

[Dad: When are you coming home for vacation, man?]

[Dad: Mom just cried. Sometimes she can't explain things clearly, and she has a short temper. You're a graduate student and you even served in the military. Sometimes, just talk to her a few more times, don't rush things, and don't get stuck on things.]

[Dad: We should discuss things as a family; after all, she's the mother.]

[Dad: No matter how you interpret Mom's concern, it's genuine, and we just want you to be happy.]

Nan Zhihao's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and a slight stinging sensation came from the broken skin on the back of his hand.

In a daze, his eyes became even more confused, and his breathing became even more exhausted.

Immediately afterwards, another message notification popped up on his phone.

[Counselor Cai: Volunteers, please gather in the small room next to [Qinsi Hall]. The boys should first go to the security guard at Building 6 to retrieve bottled water and other supplies.]

[Counselor Ms. Cai: Students who have arrived, please type 1.]

Nan Zhihao's eyes immediately regained focus.

Without even having time to tidy up his belongings, he ran to the sink, rinsed his hands with cold water, stuffed his phone into the pocket of his sun-protective clothing, and was about to rush out.

But the moment his skin touched the air outside the dormitory building, he froze. After thinking for a moment, he finally turned back to the dormitory, found his mask amidst the mess, shook off the dirt, and put it on.

Then he zipped the sun protection clothing all the way up and wrapped himself up completely again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then put his hands in his pockets, stretched his shoulders forward, and strode towards the meeting place.

We arrived at our destination very quickly.

"You're here." Although Nan Zhihao was completely covered up, the counselor who had arrived at [Qinsi Hall] ahead of him recognized him at a glance.

"Sign in first." The counselor pointed to a piece of paper on the table, then pointed to the back door. "You'll be guarding the back door today. Once the meeting starts, close the door and don't let anyone in or out."

This was a good job for Nan Zhihao. The back door was in a corner where few people could see it, far from everyone's sight; moreover, the air conditioner was in that spot, allowing Nan Zhihao, who was completely covered up, to enjoy the breeze.

In a daze, Nan Zhihao soon saw the school teachers leading a group of people in. They must be the court staff who came in to give a lecture... Huh?

Looking at Nan Zhuren in the crowd, Nan Zhihao blinked.

(End of this chapter)