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."
