Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

If it were before, when Lawyer Zhan and the others hadn't yet approached Nan Zhubin and his team, Lawyer Zhan might not have listened to a single word Nan Zhubin said at this moment.

In Lawyer Zhan's mind, his own plan was the most efficient, with the highest success rate and greatest benefit.

But now, looking at Nan Zhubin's face, Lawyer Zhan's emotions automatically replayed the feeling of being mentally flayed in the witness rest room earlier.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't help but listen carefully to Nan Zhubin and even subconsciously considered the feasibility.

"You... want to complement the ['refuting evidence'] from 'this' angle? It's not unfeasible," Lawyer Zhan muttered, "I actually didn't think of that..."

Nan Zhubin said expressionlessly, "Because your mind is filled with too many external factors, which causes only a part of your thinking to be focused on the courtroom, so naturally your work ability is greatly reduced."

These words caused a tightness in Lawyer Zhan's chest, feeling that his professional ability was being attacked.

He couldn't help but retort, "Even if we can submit this part of the evidence, there's actually no need to introduce a psychological expert witness in the latter part, it's too weak..."

But Nan Zhubin replied matter-of-factly, "No, it's very necessary, that's my main goal. Whether it's weak or not doesn't matter, I just need an opportunity to have a direct conversation with the defendant and the defense lawyer, and it has to be in the courtroom."

The implication was—I'm the protagonist here.

Lawyer Zhan instinctively wanted to say something more, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't make a sound because he realized he seemed to have no reason to refuse.

Nan Zhubin continued, "You have no reason to refuse. Because you know that using my method will achieve a better situation than now, especially for you—it's just a matter of whether you gain a little or a lot."

Saying this, Nan Zhubin glanced at the young man wearing a watch.

The young man's face turned red all at once: "If you can get those bastards sentenced more and harsher, I'll give Lawyer Zhan whatever bonus, and I'll give you the same!"

Nan Zhubin shook his head expressionlessly, "You're not my employer, I won't take your 'bonus'; but if you need psychological consultation later, you can come to me."

This statement was momentarily hard to distinguish as good or bad, leaving the young man stunned for a moment.

Then, Nan Zhubin no longer looked at him and said to Lawyer Zhan on his own, "I'll sort out the materials needed, you fill out the forms and submit the application, let's get moving and save some time."

Lawyer Zhan closed his mouth, but after thinking for a moment, he found another problem: "Wait a minute, if we prepare the evidence now, there's less than ten minutes until the break ends, we might not have time..."

However, Nan Zhubin didn't seem interested in listening to him, and instead went to the side and picked up Lawyer Zhan's small suitcase.

The next moment, Nan Zhubin's pupils lost focus, and his gaze turned vacant.

[Flow State]

Meanwhile, Nan Zhubin's hands didn't stop. He directly laid out all the materials Lawyer Zhan brought neatly, filling the small table with papers at once, and the few plaintiffs resting by the table were intimidated by this momentum, instinctively moving aside.

Just as Nan Zhubin appeared to blankly stare at the materials for a second, he directly pulled out a pile of neatly bound documents, opened them, glanced from top to bottom, and then flipped the pages with a "whoosh" sound.

Seeing Nan Zhubin ignoring him, Lawyer Zhan thought the other party hadn't heard him and strode over: "Is this your first time in court? You don't know..."

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The sound of flipping papers was fast and rhythmic, with Nan Zhubin's gaze lingering on each page for less than a second.

The topic of Lawyer Zhan involuntarily shifted a bit: "...No, are you seriously organizing? Can you see anything like this..."

Whoosh—whoosh—swish—

Nan Zhubin's action of flipping pages paused, then he extracted a few pages from the pile he just went through that might be needed later, reordering them and setting them aside.

He then grabbed another stack of evidence and started flipping through it with a "whoosh—whoosh" sound.

Being ignored, Lawyer Zhan became frustrated and instinctively picked up the materials put aside by Nan Zhubin, only to be surprised to find—these pages were indeed the evidence materials needed soon.

And Lawyer Zhan was absolutely certain that no one besides himself had seen these things he had prepared!

In other words—Nan Zhubin really did read through this stack of documents, as thick as a Nokia phone, in less than a minute just now, and even filtered through them!

The next second, Lawyer Zhan felt a force from his hand—it was Nan Zhubin who finished sorting another pile of materials and needed to reorganize them with the few pages Lawyer Zhan was holding.

As he pulled the materials back, Nan Zhubin also glanced at Lawyer Zhan.

Although he didn't speak, Lawyer Zhan seemed to read a message from those unfocused eyes: Why aren't you working yet?

This bizarre state, so different from usual, caused Lawyer Zhan's forehead to break into a cold sweat. He felt that something was off about this person. Clearly, those eyes lacked any emotion, yet the sense of oppression seemed even stronger than when his mental spirit was flayed before.

He opened his mouth: "Even if, even if you sorted out the materials, the procedure still takes a lot of time..."

Suddenly, Lawyer Zhan felt a disconcerting gaze.

Looking back, he saw that a thick-glasses assistant and a white-rimmed assistant were standing behind him, staring at him, seemingly out of nowhere.

Their gaze was full of emotion, accurately conveying one meaning: Hurry up, we're waiting for you to finish.

Now Lawyer Zhan had nothing more to say, obediently filling out the forms and submitting the application as Nan Zhubin instructed.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Throughout this process, the sound of rummaging through materials in the rest room never stopped for a second.

Lawyer Zhan completed his task quickly, as the difficulty of applying mainly lies in the format, and it usually takes a novice several revisions; but for a veteran, it's a piece of cake.

Unconsciously, he moved closer to Nan Zhubin—not just him, but everyone else in the room also gathered around Nan Zhubin, not daring to make a sound.

They were curious about the materials Nan Zhubin organized, yet worried that their movements would disturb him, so they carefully craned their necks to peek at the latest few pages of paper he pulled out.

And before they could finish reading the first paragraph of the topmost material, the newly organized documents were immediately covered up again.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—