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

You can understand Chapter 119, right?
This student visitor only had mild depression.

However, when she was doing her consultations, Nan Zhuren couldn't help but think of another case of hers—Li Minglu.

They are both depressed.

However, although they are problems of the same nature, Li Minglu's problem is far more serious than that of the current student, and there are far more restrictions on intervention, so Nan Zhuren cannot use the same method to solve it.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhuren couldn't help but sigh.

On the other side, the teacher in charge of the center didn't say anything, but simply refocused her attention on the materials that Nan Zhuren handed over.

He looked at the judgment repeatedly, as if trying to find something interesting in it.

Nan Zhuren added, "Also, we need to take some necessary measures to ensure confidentiality, which may require creating separate files."

As she said this, Nan Zhuren looked at Xia Tian; this part was her job. Because of this, Nan Zhuren didn't avoid Xia Tian when recounting the consultation process; after all, she already knew most of the necessary information from the files, so there was no question of confidentiality.

After that, the office area fell silent.

Nan Zhuren remained silent, patiently awaiting the response from the center's supervising teacher.

Xia Tian didn't say anything either; she was focused on looking at Nan Zhuren's profile.

……

In this atmosphere of utter silence, where you could hear a pin drop, they were together.

The teacher in charge of the center seemed to have finally sorted out her thoughts and figured something out.

He spoke slowly, with some difficulty, "Since it's a cognitive issue, she'll definitely need several more consultations—can you come for them all?"

Nan Zhuren nodded: "Of course. That's also why I'm here today—to provide consultations at the center in the future."

After the first attempt, the second went much more smoothly. The center's teacher continued, "Will all subsequent consultations be conducted at the school?"

Nan Zhuren nodded again: "If the counseling center is still the same as I remember it, then it's enough to do counseling within the school. There's no need to transfer it out."

Very good, very good...

The teacher in charge of the center pursed her lips and said, "I have a few more files on hand, and the students in them may have some deep-seated problems when they look back now. Could you... take a look at them too?"

Nan Zhuren nodded. This was a good thing for him, although he didn't feel happy about it.

"of course."

"...Thank you for your help."

As soon as those five words were uttered, the teacher in charge of the center seemed to have a heavy burden lifted off her shoulders and finally relaxed.

As he looked at the files in front of him, what appeared before his eyes was Nan Zhuren from a year ago; the Nan Zhuren he thought would only appear in his memories, the Nan Zhuren whose back he could only see, and the Nan Zhuren he thought he would never see again.

It seems that nothing has changed.

He finally stopped showing his back to people and turned to face Nan Zhuren.

He said sincerely, "I know you're working away from home right now, and it must be inconvenient for you to travel back and forth. If there's anything I can help you with, feel free to ask anytime..."

"I do have a problem where I need your help."

"...You can call me anytime...Hmm, huh?"

The teacher in charge of the center blinked and stared intently at Nan Zhuren.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him had changed quite a bit after not seeing him for so long.

When Nan Zhuren met the teacher in charge of the center, she sensed hostility from the teacher.

However, this hostility is different from that of Bald Yang and Huang Xin; it is not the kind of hostility that wants to harm oneself.

It is a form of precaution.

Nan Zhuren couldn't help but recall what the other person had said to her before.

[So how are you going to handle this? You'll offer a few vague consultations, then refer them to your own external counseling center and make the students pay for the consultations, right? I know your intentions, and I know your tactics!]

Looking at the teacher in charge of the center, Nan Zhuren said softly, "When I first arrived, were you somewhat hostile towards me?"

The teacher in charge of the center, whose expression had finally relaxed, became unnatural again.

Isn't it a bit impolite for adults to be so direct in their social interactions? Besides, you've already taken the initiative to back down; do you expect me to apologize?

"Yes, there is... If you care about this a lot, I may have misunderstood you, and I apologize." So the teacher in charge of the center really apologized.

Ah...no.

It was somewhat of an unexpected stroke of luck.

Nan Zhuren steadied himself and explained, "No, what I'm curious about is why you have these misunderstandings about me—when you saw me, you were probably worried about the rumors about me before, because I had an accident, so you were worried that I would repeat it at the counseling center."

The teacher in charge of the center was a little flustered: "Um... Nan Zhuren, don't overthink it, I..."

Nan Zhuren nodded: "Yes, I was right. Even if it is, it doesn't matter, I don't care."

Why are you answering your own question?

The teacher in charge of the center paused for a moment, then felt an overwhelming sense of guilt welling up inside her. The more someone says they don't care, the more they actually care about something.

Nan Zhuren's current reaction is consistent with certain symptoms of some mental illnesses.

He instinctively tried to comfort her: "Nan Zhuren, listen to me, these things are unavoidable. Sometimes when you encounter them, you can only say you're unlucky. Actually..."

“But I think there’s more to your reasons for being wary of me than just that,” Nan Zhuren interrupted.

"When I want to take on a consultation, your first reaction is that I want to refer the client outside; when I suggest that the client needs long-term counseling, your first reaction is also this—so does it happen often that clients are referred out?"

The teacher in charge of the center couldn't keep up with Nan Zhuren's pace.

One second he was overwhelmed with guilt and wanted to comfort the acquaintance in front of him; the next second he was hit by the questions that followed, and his mind went blank for two seconds.

When a person is so engrossed in processing information that they can no longer speak, that is when their micro-expressions are at their most expressive.

Nan Zhuren successfully provided an interpretation.

“By the way.” Nan Zhuren nodded subconsciously, “After I left, there were several cases where student visitors were transferred from the school counseling center to outside, and you know that.”

Then he saw the absurd expression on the face of the teacher in charge of the center, and realized that he had subconsciously activated [micro-expression analysis].

That's a bit impolite.

So he explained, "I learned some micro-expression analysis techniques when I was out there... You know, when beginners learn certain conversation skills or techniques, they subconsciously use them in daily life. A half-baked person likes to show off, right? You understand?"

(End of this chapter)