I suddenly understood that this situation can actually be explained by something very scientific.

Humans are blind followers, especially when there are more people, the more likely they lose their opinions and follow the crowd. People who buy tickets to watch the ball on the court for a long time know that if someone shouts loudly next to you, you will shout. Of course, this situation is most common in Europe and the United States. In China, because the national football team is too domineering, there are not many people shouting.

In this kind of yelling, you will feel very satisfied and vent your usual backlog of things in your heart.

It is said that urban white-collar workers are under great mental pressure, but now I have experienced it. Looking at the crowd roaring around me, I personally experienced how much life pressure is hidden behind this group pretending to be bourgeoisie.

At this time, the leader suddenly made a big news and shouted: "Boss, your mother!"

"Boss, your mother!"

This time, at least eighty people yelled, and their momentum was shocking.

The leader of the boss kept doing it and shouted again: "Manager, your sister!"

"Manager, your sister!"

This time, at least one hundred people yelled in unison, and the sound rang throughout the night sky.

Roger beside me yelled very enthusiastically, which reminded me of Roger's sad past. Ten years ago, when Roger was a small employee, he was called by their manager as his grandson and almost left a shadow.

The leader came again: "Supervisor, you are immortal Banban!"

"Supervisor, you are immortal Banban!"

This time, 99% of people were shouting, shaking the earth.

I looked around and thought to myself, Damn, is this considered an illegal gathering?

If I had not participated in it personally, I would not have believed that there were such non-governmental organizations in a harmonious society.

The leader's big brother was very leaps in his mind, crossing from the company system to the civil service system, and cursed: "Section Chief, your sister!"

"Section Chief, your sister!"

This time, except for me, it seems that everyone is cursing.

When I brought my elder brother, my voice was always so loud and kind, "Director, you uncle!"

"Director, your uncle!"

This time, even I yelled.

Although I am not strictly considered an office worker, I have inexplicably felt a sense of inclusion when I shouted with everyone.

I felt very satisfied. The pressure of participating in the Uncle Mutual Aid Association today has completely disappeared, and I can't say anything relaxed.

This night, more than a hundred people walked along the Third Ring Road. I looked up at the crowds around me who needed to relieve stress. They were all blushing and shouting at the top of their lungs. Everyone was releasing unknown pressure.
Chapter completed!