"One of the people in the Federation who is best at this, as far as I know."
"She can help you resolve some of the doubts in your heart."
"I'll wait for you over in the lounge. You can come find me when you're done..."
Little President looked at Lin Qi and shook his head slightly. "You can stay."
When he saw those props, he had faintly sensed what was coming. After all, he was a boy too, and he had his own hypocritical social circle.
That was to say, the other male students at school. He didn't find it easy to fit in with them, but he did have a few friends.
Friends in the literal sense, that was. His mother had told him that only by doing so could he avoid appearing too antisocial and ensure his safety.
His personality hadn't actually been very forceful before, and he hadn't had much of a mind of his own.
Perhaps that was precisely why the emotions he had suppressed for sixteen years erupted in such a short time, causing him to change so quickly.
Lin Qi was his best friend—not in the literal sense, but his true best friend.
Lin Qi hesitated. "When things reach a certain point, I'll have to leave."
Little President nodded. "Of course. I'm still a little nervous."
Lin Qi found a chair and sat to one side. "Then I'll sit here. Call me if you need anything."
After that, the manager gave them some instructions and left.
The woman responsible for helping Little President resolve those issues in his heart began explaining the state he was in.
In clear, easy-to-understand, yet perfectly reasonable terms, she explained the origins of these behaviors and thoughts, their development, and how to properly guide the outpouring of his emotions.