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Chapter 260 Nan Zhuren's Future Plans
After seeing Nan Zhuren come out.

The three people waiting on the first floor showed different expressions.

Weng Pingting and Bai Qinghua, who seemed to be discussing something with Dr. Chen earlier, both smiled upon seeing Nan Zhuren, but then took a step back, making way for Dr. Chen.

After seeing Nan Zhuren, Dr. Chen hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

But his expression had already told Nan Zhuren everything.

“We found the ledgers and handed them in,” Nan Zhuren said with a smile, offering to tell them.

Even without looking at his expression, anyone could guess what Dr. Chen was concerned about.

“Even without this ledger, the USB drive alone would be sufficient as evidence. But with this ledger, we can move things forward much faster and help Lin Lilin to ‘fill in the gaps’ and make a more severe conviction.”

This explains why, even with the police clearly involved, Nan Zhuren didn't immediately back down to protect himself, but instead continued to use his micro-expression analysis to attack Lin Lilin.

He and Dr. Chen shared the same mindset, the same urgency, and cared about the same things.

"Now you can rest assured." Nan Zhuren smiled at Dr. Chen. "Xiao Jie has gotten justice. In the future, there will be fewer and fewer girls like Xiao Jie, until they never appear again."

The latter part of that statement may be a bit too idealistic, but Dr. Chen has taken it as reality.

His body swayed slightly, revealing a sudden vulnerability beneath his tough exterior, as if a crack had finally appeared in a rock.

……

Weng Pingting immediately reached out to help, but before she could touch him, Dr. Chen quickly regained his balance.

He waved his hand: "Sorry, I'm not here right now... Why don't you talk to Professor Weng and Professor Bai first, Professor Nan? They must have something important to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, Weng Pingting glanced at Bai Qinghua, clearly relinquishing the right to speak.

Bai Qinghua stretched out his hand: "It's almost lunchtime. Let's talk as we walk and eat?"

Nan Zhuren sensed the goodwill and nodded happily.

"Is Dr. Chen coming along too?"

Dr. Chen, who seemed to have something to say to Nan Zhuren, followed along.

Bai Qinghua was at the front of this temporary four-person team, with Nan Zhuren half a body length behind him, followed by Weng Pingting and Dr. Chen side by side.

“Pingting mentioned you to me before. She mentioned you even before this ‘scandal’ came to light.” This was Bai Qinghua’s first sentence.

“But I didn’t pay attention at the time, until she first brought out your ‘prescription’ to consult me.” Bai Qinghua looked into Nan Zhuren’s eyes, “and that’s when I realized she had been dragged into something.”

"Of course, this is not a bad thing. I appreciate your attitude. I am also glad that Pingting has such a good young man like you working with her in Jiangdu."

"Then I started listening to her describe you more and more, talking about how you do counseling, your attitude towards counseling, your attitude towards clients, and so on," Bai Qinghua said with a smile. "She admires you a lot, and because of what she said, I also started to admire you a little."

The way you're saying it sounds a bit ambiguous.

Nan Zhuren twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly embarrassed smile that suggested he had been praised.

“But at the same time, she also told me about some of your… ‘abilities’.” Bai Qinghua’s tone suddenly rose.

"At first I was skeptical. But after seeing it in person today—" Bai Qinghua exclaimed, "I am amazed."

This time, the tone wasn't just praise, but admiration.

During the "report," Nan Zhuren could sense that Bai Qinghua had a strong interest in his micro-expression analysis.

It now seems that his interest in himself, or rather his abilities, exceeded his own imagination.

“I heard you’re about to lose your job? Pingting wanted to give you two options: one, which you already know, was to offer you a job as a partner in her newly established consulting studio.”

“But she admires you so much that she wants to give you another piece of advice. This advice is related to me, which is why I came to Jiangdu to see you. And now, I also want to give you... well, it can’t be called ‘advice,’ but rather an ‘invitation.’”

The preamble had clearly ended, and the main topic was getting underway. Bai Qinghua's expression suddenly turned serious: "Nan Zhuren, your abilities have a higher value, and your professional ethics deserve a higher stage. Rather than continuing in business consulting, you should dedicate yourself to academia and let your abilities influence more people."

"I would like to invite you to come to Beijing Normal University to study under me for a master's degree, and even a doctoral degree, to further your studies in counseling psychology."

Bai Qinghua revealed his purpose.

Nan Zhuren blinked, about to say something.

"I know what you want to say." Bai Qinghua waved his hand.

“It’s hard to accept that someone who’s already working has to go back to graduate school. And you like counseling… no, I should say you’re obsessed with counseling.” Bai Qinghua said to himself, clearly already having a plan to persuade Nan Zhuren. “You’re obsessed with helping others through counseling, which is great and deserves our support.”

This must be because they heard about Nan Zhuren's previous free consultations at Jiangda University's counseling center, where he maximized the consultation time.

"But first of all, I believe you also know that the age of graduate students is very diverse—for example, your senior Huang Xin only took the postgraduate entrance examination after working for a year. And many people who have worked for five or six years, or even seven or eight years, will also choose to pursue postgraduate studies after reaching their own limit. In this respect, you are still considered young among the master's students."

"Secondly, I can guarantee that you won't be overwhelmed by too many courses during your master's studies. As long as you complete the required credits, you can do what you want to do—consulting. And I can provide you with plenty of consulting opportunities."

Bai Qinghua played his trump card: "Although Jiangdu is a first-tier city, its overall consultation volume is not among the top in the country. The total consultation volume of the entire Jiang Province last year was less than half that of Beidu."

"I have my own consulting studio in Beidu, which is considered one of the top consulting studios in Beidu. Not only is the volume of consultations greater, but you can also come into contact with cases that you might never encounter in your entire life here."

Bai Qinghua's expression revealed a hint of pride, an expression that only someone who has cultivated their expertise in the industry for decades and achieved remarkable success could display.

"Not to mention the regular collaborative projects with schools and companies, there are also mental hospitals that accommodate severe mental illnesses and personality disorders, prisons and public security organs that can utilize criminal psychology, and I even have collaborations with the military and connections with some international platforms."

"By using these consultations and your abilities, you can also enrich your consultation experience and integrate it academically, using a case study to help more clients."

Bai Qinghua spread his hands: "Just like... what you did today."

"Of all the things you said on stage today, my favorite part was the section on 'training specialized micro-expression analysis counselors to diagnose smiling depression'—using your own abilities to identify a type of problem and provide solutions to it. This completely breaks away from the mindset of a personal counselor."

"Although the idea is still very immature, it needs further polishing if you want to put it into a paper for publication. But if you have this idea, I can help you!"

The professor's expression was very sincere.

From his face, Nan Zhuren could see joy.

But it's not the kind of "greedy" joy that Lin Lilin or Howard experience.

It's a genuine kind of happiness.

Similar to the expression on Weng Pingting's face.

Nan Zhuren pursed her lips.

However, there was no immediate response.

Bai Qinghua patted Nan Zhuren on the shoulder understandingly: "I know this decision is important, you can take your time to think about it. We can talk over dinner later, and I'll tell you all about my research group in Beidu, and my consulting studio... Hmm? What happened to Dr. Chen?"

……

The first two members of the four-person team walked in front, creating a lively atmosphere.

The two people behind them suddenly broke away from the group and stood still.

They had already left the teaching building and arrived at the flower bed of the School of Psychology.

Dr. Chen suddenly stretched his neck, his whole body stiffening abruptly, as he looked at the side of the building.

Weng Pingting gestured for the teacher not to move, then casually observed Dr. Chen's condition.

“That day…” Dr. Chen suddenly uttered in a daze.

"Xiao Jie, that's the one who jumped out of that window."

(End of this chapter)