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

Chapter 232 Two Choices Offered by Weng Pingting
Nan Zhuren never expected that his kick would have such a great effect.

Previously, he had only thought that Lin Lilin's injury couldn't be any less serious than his own "twisted ankle".

Unexpectedly, the opponent's health has now dropped to the kill threshold.

It really was an unexpected stroke of luck.

Should we find an opportunity to send Lin Lilin a fruit basket as a token of our appreciation?
……

Huang Xin continued, "The teacher didn't trust me, so he gave Liu Pan the task after sending me away. Luckily, I was quick-witted and ran back."

"Liu Pan first went to find the USB drive inside the clothes that had been changed out of the classroom, and then went back to school to find the account book; I, on the other hand, went straight back to school to get my itinerary."

"—So I have a time lag ahead of Liu Pan, which allows me to get what you have now."

Huang Xin pointed to the phone in Zhi Zhuren's hand and the photos being viewed.

“But I don’t have much time. I can’t take the ledger with me, nor can I make a complete copy with photos, so I only found Chen Jie’s page and took a picture of it for you.”

Yes, Huang Xin only brought back one photo of the account book to Nan Zhuren.

"But I think that should be enough for you..."

Huang Xin picked up his coffee to hide his expression. His words sounded like an explanation, but also like a hint of guilt.

Nan Zhuren raised his head and said, "It's definitely enough, it's been a great help."

Hearing Nan Zhuren's affirmation.

Although Huang Xin concealed his expression, his exposed shoulders visibly relaxed.

Nan Zhuren looked at Huang Xin and suddenly smiled.

He waved his phone deliberately and said, "You told me about Li Minglu outside the Jiangda Consultation Center before because you were repaying a favor, and you helped me save Li Minglu at the college out of personal morality—so what about this now? What's your purpose?"

Some things are better said by the person involved themselves.

Huang Xin pursed his lips, seemingly struggling, but then let out a breath.

"The teacher's handling of Li Minglu... went too far, really too far."

“I had absolutely no idea about Chen Jie’s situation at first, and by the time I found out, the accident had already happened; in addition, I was dealing with some peripheral matters related to you, so I didn’t have any real feeling about it.”

"But this time, Li Minglu..."

Huang Xin put down his coffee cup and raised his hands. He looked at the clear lines on his palms, as if something was engraved within them.

"It's like I personally drove someone to the brink of despair—I can't stand that."

“I can’t stand being involved in this kind of thing; I can’t stand being in such a team and possibly doing the same thing again in the future.”

He sighed deeply: "Maybe I really am stuck with the counseling ethics I learned in class when I was most naive. I told myself that no matter what sunk costs, decent job, or ideal future I want, I can't tolerate this kind of thing."

Huang Xin lowered his hand and looked at Nan Zhuren with sincere eyes.

The expression on his face didn't need any interpretation; every subtle detail projected a sense of solemnity and sincerity.

“Nan Zhuren, go and bring down the teacher… no, go and bring down Lin Lilin, I can help you.”

Even if it means you won't graduate, or even get expelled?

"Correct."

……

Nan Zhuren's gaze towards Huang Xin gradually changed, and without any deliberate pulling, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

He reached out in a comforting gesture: "I believe good people should be rewarded. Forcing others to give unconditionally or even exhaust themselves with ideals and morality is the cruelest and most vicious thing to do."

“In the past, I obtained some things in order to win you over... Now it seems that they can be used to cover your back.”

Huang Xin was taken aback.

Nan Zhuren raised his palms and gestured to those around him: "Why do you think we came here?"

Huang Xin looked around; they were now in a coffee shop.

The air was filled with the bitter aroma of coffee beans, mixed with the occasional scent of milk.

"To be honest, I'm a little curious about why you chose this place. Putting aside the ambiance, it's quite far from your residence, your company, and even Jiangda University..." "To wait for someone," Nan Zhuren blurted out.

"?"

……

Gulu——Gulu——

The sound of wheels turning.

The ivory-white suitcase was covered with densely packed airline baggage tags, showing that this suitcase had accompanied its owner through many storms and even across oceans.

Slender, beautiful fingers gripped the suitcase handle, with distinct knuckles.

A hand like that must create a very atmospheric feel when turning the pages of a book.

With a "ding-a-ling" sound, the owner of the hand pushed open the door of the coffee shop, took off his sunglasses, and began searching for his target inside.

Huang Xin followed Nan Zhuren's gaze and straightened his posture immediately after seeing the person's face clearly.

Get nervous.

Nan Zhuren relaxed and extended his right hand, gesturing, "Sister Pingting, over here!"

His voice was loud, drawing the attention of the surrounding customers. They first looked at Nan Zhuren, then at Weng Pingting, and then back at Nan Zhuren's face.

After you have thoroughly seen the details above.

Although they didn't know what had happened or what was going to happen, the voices of the people around them unconsciously quieted down a little.

Weng Pingting pulled her suitcase over and looked at the table.

"You didn't order any for me?"

Nan Zhuren said matter-of-factly, "I don't know what you like to drink, like no ice, half sugar, no milk or anything like that."

Then, pointing to the tense Huang Xin, he said, "Tell him what you want to drink, and he'll pay the bill today."

Huang Xin: "???"

The small-eyed graduate student widened his eyes slightly, and a guess emerged in his mind.

Weng Pingting shook her head: "I just got off the plane and haven't had much rest yet. I dragged my suitcase here to see you. I really don't know who's the boss here."

Nan Zhuren pleaded for forgiveness: "That's why I chose a coffee shop near your house, so I could treat you to a drink as a token of my appreciation—"

Without saying a word, Nan Zhuren handed over the phone.

"This is the prescription for Chen Jie that I mentioned when I contacted you earlier."

Then, he pointed at Huang Xin.

"And he is Huang Xin, the senior brother I told you about. This time, he got this thing."

……

Quite by chance, Weng Pingting, who had been on long business trips, happened to return to Jiangdu today.

After learning that Huang Xin had obtained Chen Jie's medication records, Nan Zhuren immediately contacted Weng Pingting to have her assess Chen Jie's condition.

At the same time, it can also be seen as giving Huang Xin a chance.

At that moment, Weng Pingting took the phone from Nan Zhuren, but instead of checking it immediately, she looked Huang Xin up and down.

She asked, "Did Zhu Ren tell you about me?"

Huang Xin was no longer as relaxed as when he was talking to Nan Zhuren, and for a moment he didn't know how to start the conversation.

Nan Zhuren answered for him: "He doesn't know, I didn't have time to tell him."

Weng Pingting nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll explain."

"—Zhu Ren told me about your situation before, saying that you are still 'salvable'. So, on the one hand, it's to win you over, and on the other hand, it's to give you a safety net. Now I can offer you two options."

"First, I'm currently setting up my own psychological counseling studio. If you want to leave academia and go directly into employment, I can offer you a job."

(End of this chapter)