Chonghui sat on the side, showing a satisfied expression as if his brain had been well-fed.
The first time he saw Nan Zhubin using [Micro-expression Analysis] to crush opponents, professionals—like Chonghui—were usually filled with amazement, skepticism, and disbelief at Nan Zhubin's performance.
But once you accept this setting, watching Nan Zhubin's keen and sharp verbal attacks becomes pure enjoyment.
[When Junior Brother arrives at Beidu, I really want to see how others will react... I wonder if the Master can assign Junior Brother to me.]
Chonghui felt he might become addicted to this kind of scene.
Maybe he would need to witness it from time to time in the future to maintain a happy life as a psychology doctoral student.
But where are there so many senseless fools willing to crash into Nan Zhubin's line of fire?
Chonghui thought he should treasure every live performance of Nan Zhubin crushing his opponents, who knows when he could see it again.
