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

Chapter 129 Just thinking about what I'm going to say makes me want to laugh.

"Family members?"

Upon hearing what the bearded man said, the receptionist's pupils dilated slightly.

Although the other person also had good facial expression control, Nan Zhuren was still able to read a lot of information from their face in an instant.

[Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was restraining something; her brows were furrowed, her nostrils flared, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly...]

[A very mild negative emotion, sadness, regret, or... pity?]

Nan Zhuren blinked.

The bearded man couldn't decipher this information and continued communicating with the receptionist on his own.

“I am his brother, and I am here to accompany him to the counseling session today.”

The receptionist's expression immediately softened, becoming bright and lively.

Nan Zhuren understood something. His lips twitched slightly, but in order to maintain his current persona, he tried his best to keep a deep and melancholy expression on his face.

"Please wait a moment, everyone..."

The receptionist quickly found Nan Zhuren's name and Teacher Hu's phone number in the memo.

"You two arrived 8 minutes early. Please rest for a bit. Visitors need to come with us to fill out some forms. Family members have a separate lounge."

The receptionist began explaining and guiding the conversation quite professionally, then led Nan Zhuren to a soundproof room specifically used for psychological testing.

Before leaving, Nan Zhuren gave Teacher Hu a look.

It's up to you now.

"I understand." The bearded man nodded slightly.

They chose a good time slot, during non-rest periods on weekdays, so as to avoid other visitors and their families as much as possible.

Therefore, there are hardly any people around now.

Teacher Hu took a deep breath.

After the other party returned from dropping off Nan Zhuren, they wanted to lead Teacher Hu into the lounge and were about to leave when Teacher Hu said directly, "Please wait a moment."

The female receptionist, who was about to return to the lobby, paused.

She turned around, revealing a puzzled smile.

Teacher Hu also smiled; his smile was reserved yet friendly.

As a seasoned consultant, Ms. Hu is a master at applying consulting techniques to everyday life.

This is actually very difficult.

The stereotype in psychology is that people who study psychology should be experts in interpersonal relationships, but that's not the case.

Many young counselors can be incredibly effective in the consulting room, but in real life, they seem to have left their intelligence and emotional intelligence behind, appearing clumsy and laughable. Of course, for some counselors, this is a form of self-protection; but for others, it's simply a matter of lacking the ability.

No, Mr. Hu is a true master.

At that moment, he unconsciously adjusted the curve of his lips, the fine lines and wrinkles in his smiling eyes, and even the direction of his gaze.

“My brother’s situation is rather special… I have some questions about psychological counseling, and I wonder if it would be convenient for me to consult you about it.”

For some reason, the young female receptionist suddenly sensed a strong sense of disillusionment in the mature-looking, bearded man in front of her.

Actually, if it weren't for his younger brother being around, this older brother's looks and charisma would be quite outstanding...

The receptionist hesitated for a moment, but quickly shook her head.

No, this situation is so unprofessional, it's simply...

"I wonder what the fees are for long-term consultations here? Like, for a few months, or even a year?" Mr. Hu's words interrupted the receptionist's struggling thoughts.

Teacher Hu rolled up his sleeves, casually revealing the watch he wore only when giving speeches to enhance his image: "Actually, it's not just my brother; I also really want to find someone... to talk to." The receptionist's eyes immediately welled up with tears, like a kind young girl seeing a wounded, handsome wild horse on the grassland, her whole being radiating maternal glow.

After quickly reviewing today's appointment schedule in her mind and confirming that no other visitors were scheduled to come in the near future, the receptionist immediately put her work aside.

"What do you want to know?" She sat down next to Teacher Hu with a look of pity on her face.

Teacher Hu's lips curled up slightly; theoretically, this is a normal reaction for someone suffering after being comforted.

Of course, it's also possible that they were genuinely happy.

……

Teacher Hu is working hard to fulfill Nan Zhuren's promise.

On the other side, Nan Zhuren also received his part of the story.

Compared to Teacher Hu, his task is much more difficult.

In order to obtain the information he wants, he needs to communicate with a senior psychological counselor or even a psychologist.

Because it involves both the current case of Li Minglu and the case of Chen Jie from a year ago, Nan Zhuren booked the most senior and expensive consultant in the clinic.

This also means that the other party is very capable.

However, although it seemed difficult, Nan Zhuren was confident.

First of all, no matter how strong the consultants here are, they can't be more powerful than Lin Lilin; like a predator finding its ecological niche in the jungle, after fighting with Lin Lilin, Nan Zhuren has a general understanding of his own abilities.

Secondly, Nan Zhuren came as a client this time. When facing a counselor, especially one who wants to make money, the status of a client is an absolute advantage.

To this end, Nan Zhuren spent a lot of time organizing his past clients, focusing on the characteristics of several clients who were most likely to entice the counselor but also most likely to break the counselor's defenses, and integrating them into the template for the character he now plays.

Honestly, just thinking about what I'm going to say later makes me want to laugh...

click-

The door to the consultation room opened, and the counselor stepped in.

"Hello."

"Hello, teacher." Nan Zhuren responded immediately, nodding and bowing slightly to show his respect and eagerness.

His gaze swept over me quickly, from head to toe.

The counselor then sat down on the single sofa, leaned back against the sofa, and smiled.

"You can call me Teacher Zhang."

[A professional smile, but they didn't relax because of my recent behavior; they were still reading me, scrutinizing me.]

This teacher, surnamed Zhang, appeared to be about forty years old and was male—this was at Nan Zhuren's request.

Wearing a casual suit gives a formal feel without being overly serious, and there are signs that his face and hairstyle have been carefully styled; he has a decent appearance, and his looks are probably at the standard deviation of 1 in the normal distribution of male appearance, which means he is above about 64% of men.

This is a fairly appropriate scope for a consultant.

After glancing at the other person and noting down the information, Nan Zhuren lowered his gaze and stopped making contact.

Teacher Zhang blinked, and after waiting a few breaths without Nan Zhuren taking the initiative to explain his problem, she said, "This is our first consultation. Could you briefly describe your situation?"

It was at this moment that Nan Zhuren touched his pocket, making a barely perceptible "click" sound.

Nan Zhuren took a deep breath: "I came here today... mainly because of relationship issues."

During the conversation, Nan Zhuren and the other person had a brief moment of contact.

Upon hearing "relationship problems," the other person's expression finally showed an uncontrollable change.

(End of this chapter)