...
"Hiss——" The man in a suit sitting at the center of the conference table, who had been observing the employees' reactions, realized he had unconsciously followed Nan Zhubin's rhythm, slightly puffing out his chest.
By the time he became aware, he had already started a long exhale following Nan Zhubin's rhythm.
The sound seemed to have some kind of magic.
This made the suited man unable to resist looking around and noticing that the men sitting in the front row, who hadn't cooperated much with Nan Zhubin in previous sessions, were now unconsciously regulating their breathing.
...
"One last time, show your utmost patience and follow me."
"Inhale——"
"Hold——"
"Exhale——"
Nan Zhubin's voice became even more soothing and gentle, as if it had turned into an invisible cotton hand placed on everyone's back.
After the first exercise, Nan Zhubin led the people in the conference room through three more deep breathing exercises.
The entire room fell into a brief silence.
