Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 103 That man is back!

Nan Zhuren remained silent.

What Weng Pingting said makes a lot of sense.

No, it makes perfect sense.

but--

Nan Zhuren still did not respond.

Weng Pingting appeared exceptionally patient at this time.

She finally reasoned with them: "Besides, if this visitor really has a problem, why would your teacher and that clinic refer him to you? Wouldn't that be foolish for them?"

……

As Nan Zhuren walked out of Weng Pingting's supervisor's office, he felt convinced.

I also felt that I should be persuaded.

Because Weng Pingting's viewpoints all point directly to the heart of the issue.

First, even if there were any problems at the private clinic that harmed Li Minglu, those are issues of the past. The job of a counselor is to soothe the present and look to the future, not to retaliate against past grievances suffered by the client.

Secondly, if there really is a problem with the private clinic, and Nan Zhuren really wants to fight against it, then the difficulties Nan Zhuren faces will be on a completely different level compared to the difficulties she faced with Wang An before.

This private clinic is even connected to Jiangnan University Affiliated Hospital, and may even extend to Jiangnan University itself.

Nan Zhuren neither needs nor has the ability to confront him.

"It's none of my business. I'm focused on the visitors and my current job."

"But... I don't know why, it feels like there's something inside my body that's making a fuss."

Nan Zhuren said leisurely.

That wasn't some kind of professional ethics, but rather a subconscious part rising to the conscious level, which then continuously influenced Nan Zhuren's emotions.

Irritability and impulsiveness.

Nan Zhuren took a deep breath and, instead of "readjusting her emotions," used her emotional management skills to suppress this strange feeling.

Just as I was about to return to my workstation, suddenly...

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang.

When I took it out, the caller ID showed the words "Teacher".

"Jingle Bell--"

"..."

Nan Zhuren pressed the answer button: "Hello, teacher?"

A voice, both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, came from the other end: "It's me. Zhu Ren, how have you been lately?"

"Good."

"Okay, I recently returned to China. I heard you're also in charge of a joint project at the university. How about we meet up sometime?"

"Okay."

"Beep, beep—"

The conversation on the phone was quite brief.

The meeting ended hastily after only confirming the time, place, and people involved.

It appears to be a letter between the two sides in a duel, sent not for pleasantries, but to give both sides a psychological preparation for the upcoming battle.

Nan Zhuren silently looked at her phone and took a deep breath.

[Emotional readjustment]!
He slowly exhaled another breath.

"Now, this matter seems to involve me..."
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"If there are no other issues, this group meeting is now adjourned. If anyone has any individual questions, please come and discuss them with me privately. Everyone else, please leave."

Hearing the steady voice from behind the desk, the students responded.

Then came the calls of "Goodbye, teacher" echoing one after another.

Those voices carried respect, awe, and even longing; Huang Xin had even become familiar with these emotions after listening to them for so long.

After exchanging greetings, the students left one after another, leaving only Huang Xin, a graduate student with small eyes who was a little uneasy, and his junior brother with a big nose who was a little confused but also nervous.

And their mentor, Lin Lilin, who hosted this group meeting. They had just finished a group meeting.

Master's programs typically last three years with very few classes. Most of the theoretical courses are concentrated in the first year. Once students complete the required coursework by the second year, they will have earned all the credits they need in class, and there will be no more courses arranged by the university or college.

At this point, group meetings led by tutors replace classrooms and become the most important part of students' campus life.

And the various experiments, projects, or miscellaneous off-campus jobs that arise from this, the specifics of which depend on the supervisor.

It can be said that whether a master's student has a good three-year master's program depends entirely on their supervisor.

The junior brother with the big nose felt that he was doing pretty well at the moment.

The senior brother with small eyes doesn't think so now.

Lin Lilin continued organizing the documents in his hands without looking up.

After a long while, he acted as if he had just realized there were other people in the room.

"Oh, Xiao Liu, what are you still doing here? Have you found a suitable research direction recently?"

Liu Pan, also known as the Big-Nosed Junior Brother, was stunned for a moment.

"not yet……"

"No rush. You can take your time reading the literature now. Research direction can't be rushed—how's your dad's work going lately? How's his health?"

“…All good.”

"That's good." Lin Lilin turned to look at Huang Xin. "What about you? What's up?"

Huang Xin's small eyes narrowed to slits with nervousness: "Nan Zhuren..."

"You don't need to worry about Zhu Ren's matter anymore," Lin Lilin interrupted. "I've taken over. Are there any other research questions?"

"If you don't have any, hurry up and leave, or the cafeteria will be out of food."

Huang Xin felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly left with his junior brother Liu Pan.

Once he reached the top of the stairs, Huang Xin finally let out a long sigh of relief and showed a comfortable expression.

"Senior brother." Liu Pan looked puzzled as he looked at the nervous Huang Xin.

"Why do I always get the feeling that you're afraid of the teacher? Isn't he supposed to be easy to talk to?"

Because you are different.

Huang Xin glanced at his junior brother, but ultimately didn't say those words.

“I relaxed not because I distanced myself from my teacher, but because of Nan Zhuren…”

Huang Xin breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the teacher has taken over this matter. I admit that Nan Zhuren has now found another powerful patron and has access to more counseling than before. I still can't compare to him."

"But now that the teacher has intervened, everything will be alright. Does Nan Zhuren really have the ability to deal with the teacher as well?"

"I'm not afraid of him anymore, hahahahahaha!"

"Lunch is on me today, junior brother, we..."

Huang Xin suddenly stopped talking.

Because at that very moment, he suddenly heard the voices of his senior and junior sisters coming from the hallway.

He and his junior brother with the big nose didn't stay in the office for long, so their fellow disciples hadn't gone far yet.

Furthermore, since there are generally few male students in psychology research groups, Huang Xin and Liu Pan are the only two male master's students currently in the same research group. Therefore, the students who haven't gone far are all senior female students and junior female students.

Even from a distance, you can hear their clear, melodious voices.

"Junior brother, it's been a long time!"

"When did you come back?"

"Ah, is that you, senior brother? I've never seen you before. Good afternoon, senior brother..."

Those voices carried vitality, freedom, and an essential sense of aspiration, emotions that Huang Xin had long since become familiar with after listening to them for so long.

Even though I haven't heard it in a long time, it still feels familiar.

Huang Xin's small eyes suddenly widened—

That man is back!

(End of this chapter)