The low-ponytail teacher's gaze shifted back to Nan Zhubin's face and paused for a beat.
The situation in front of them had already been stabilized by the experienced teachers. Doing anything more at this point seemed to carry a certain risk of overdoing it.
When the low-ponytail teacher first asked Nan Zhubin, she hadn't really planned on getting any actual suggestions from him; it was mostly meant as a kind of test.
Still, young people always have more ideas, especially those who've read a lot of books but don't have much social experience yet.
She turned her body slightly, intending to hear what professional insights Nan Zhubin had to offer on the current situation.
However, Nan Zhubin didn't say anything. Instead, he stepped forward, took a deep breath.
[Emotion Soothing] + [Emotional Infection] + [Charm (Voice)]
"Enough."
Nan Zhubin said.
Just two simple words, and in this noisy activity room his voice was, objectively speaking, completely drowned out.
