"You have your own answers in your heart."
Nan Zhubin continued, "It's just that your answers don't seem suitable to be voiced in the current setting, fearing that it might ruin the atmosphere or even harm your social standing."
Nan Zhubin gestured around, pointing to those small groups engaged in discussions, whose topics were similar but whose reactions were entirely different from Teacher Hu's.
On their faces, there was more [anticipation], [excitement].
"You want to seek validation, but it's obvious that after discussing with several small groups just now, you couldn't find anyone who shares your viewpoint, right?"
"So—"
Nan Zhubin retracted his outstretched hand and thumbed towards himself.
"You came to me because you think I must be able to give you validation—right."
Nan Zhubin ended with a question but used a tone of affirmation.
This was a certainty of his judgment.
...
Teacher Hu pressed his lips together.
