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

Chapter 271 You should all have that emoji.

After Wang Sui left in a daze.

Nan Zhurencai slowly walked out of the consultation room.

"Ok?"

He was surprised to find that the receptionist had been replaced without his knowledge.

Moreover, this receptionist was also my other roommate and consulting assistant, besides Shen Bing.

Nan Zhuren forgot his name, but asked in a seemingly familiar tone of surprise, "How did you end up sitting at the front desk?"

My roommate, whose name I'd forgotten, squinted and said, "Lu Jia resigned... The company doesn't have a receptionist right now, and last month my performance was the worst, so the boss asked me to fill in until the new receptionist arrives."

Nan Zhuren blinked.

Say something.

The receptionist was replaced by Lu Jia, who was tall, elegant, and full of energy, and now her roommate Wangming is dressed in the class uniform and has a resentful look on her face.

Everyone says the reception area is the face of a company, but now it feels like the entire "Yannuo Psychological Center" has lost its prestige...

But that's no longer his problem.

Nan Zhuren shrugged, ran into the office area, and sent out the resignation letter he had already prepared.

All other visitors and cases that needed to be handed over have been properly explained to Shen Bing in the past few days. Therefore, Nan Zhuren has no loose ends to deal with.

He packed his personal belongings from his desk into a cardboard box and strolled out. Passing the reception desk, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did everyone go?"

When Nan Zhuren was sending emails and packing his things, the office area was empty.

"He went to a meeting," my roommate, whose name I've forgotten, replied. "He didn't call you."

Nan Zhuren shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. But just as he was about to leave, his roommate, Wangming, suddenly called him back.

Wangming's roommate looked at Nan Zhuren, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say, "I heard that Lu Jia left with Supervisor Weng."

That makes sense; Lu Jia and Weng Pingting already had a good relationship.

Moreover, it's obvious to anyone that Lu Jia comes from a well-off family, and she's only working out of interest. Therefore, it's perfectly reasonable for her to resign along with Weng Pingting.

The roommate, whose name was forgotten, didn't bring this up for gossip's sake. He glanced at the cardboard box containing Nan Zhuren's personal belongings in his hand and continued:
"Teacher Nan, are you also going to seek refuge with Supervisor Weng now?"

My roommate, who has no name, is worried: "The new team is acting strangely. They say our current employee structure doesn't fit the positioning of [emotional counseling] and needs to be 'optimized'."

The roommate, whose name was forgotten, pointed around to indicate that he had been reduced to working as a receptionist: "So I wanted to ask you, Teacher Nan, if... is Supervisor Weng still hiring? If so, could you ask him for me? After all, we've lived together for so long... Hey, hey!"

You're thinking about peaches.

Nan Zhuren ignored his roommate, Wangming, and walked away.

He pressed the elevator button and watched the floor numbers on the display next to him change.

My last day working at Yan Nuo Psychological Center has officially ended!

- Ding dong.
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The door opens.

Nan Zhuren pulled two suitcases as she came out of the rented room.

After leaving the company, Nan Zhuren went home immediately and packed his luggage as quickly as possible.

After resigning, Nan Zhuren could no longer stay in the company's welfare dormitory and needed to find a new place to stay.

Nan Zhuren doesn't need to worry about that.

He has been arranged in a very clear manner.

"Hey, young man." The security guard at the gate greeted Nan Zhuren warmly as he came out.

Although there are countless homeowners and tenants in the community, anyone who has met Nan Zhuren once will never forget her. They will definitely recognize her if they run into her again.

"Hello." Although he didn't remember the other person's appearance or name, Nan Zhuren habitually used polite language when speaking to people older than himself, and skillfully responded to the other person's friendliness with a seemingly familiar tone.

"You're moving out." The security guard looked at Nan Zhuren with regret. You see, ever since Nan Zhuren moved in, many young and middle-aged residents in the community, whether single or not, have frequently come to the security guard to inquire about Nan Zhuren's daily routine.

The security guard received quite a few cigarettes, yogurt, small cakes, and other gifts as a result. Although he didn't like many of them, he enjoyed the satisfaction of receiving the little gifts.

Therefore, the security guard was quite reluctant to see Nan Zhuren leave.

[They're probably young people who came to the big city to make a living, and now they've been kicked out of their companies.]

The security guards also had some knowledge of Nan Zhuren's company.

He even hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should urgently contact the aunties who usually gave him the most small gifts.

"You're leaving now?" But in the end, the security guard only said, "How about I call you a car?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head: "Thank you, but someone is coming to pick me up."

The security guard assumed Nan Zhuren was just putting on a brave face and was actually waiting for the ride-hailing driver. He understood the young man's stubbornness and pointed to the security booth, saying, "Why don't you come inside and wait? It's sunny today, it'll be more comfortable inside..."

Before the words were even finished, a small car painted in space gray appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

Nan Zhuren's eyes lit up: "My people are here to pick me up!"

The security guard was unable to finish his sentence.

He stared, mouth slightly agape, as the ostentatious vehicle drew closer, its emblem—a pony with a shield on the hood—became clearer, and finally, it silently disappeared into the area directly in front of him.

Then the car window slowly rolled down, revealing Weng Pingting's aloof and elegant face.

She hooked her champagne-colored sunglasses with her index finger, which was painted with black nail polish, and pulled them down slightly, revealing the rhinestone nail polish on her nails sparkling in the sunlight.

After seeing Nan Zhuren clearly, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

It's hard to say whether she's deliberately posing right now.

But this design is indeed very cool.

"Get in the car." Weng Pingting tilted her head.

Nan Zhuren obediently replied "okay," quickly and steadily moved his luggage into the trunk, and then opened the passenger door.

"Goodbye." Nan Zhuren waved to the security guard one last time, politely responding to the kindness the man had just shown him.

The car drove away silently, its engine barely audible.

The silent atmosphere perfectly reflected the security guard's mood at that moment.

After recalling the fleeting glimpse of that stunningly beautiful profile through the car window, and the car's logo, the security guard quietly deleted the contact information of those young women from his phone.

……

Nan Zhuren looked at the interior of Weng Pingting's car with great interest.

Given Weng Pingting's consulting expertise and industry standing, he was not at all surprised by her "financial freedom."

Moreover, in a sense, he would be spending time with Weng Pingting for the foreseeable future. The stronger Weng Pingting's financial resources, the more confident Nan Zhuren felt.

"Teacher Nan."

A voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Nan Zhuren's thoughts and startling him.

Looking back—it was Dr. Chen.

Why did Weng Pingting come to pick me up with Dr. Chen?
Nan Zhuren blinked.

Fortunately, Weng Pingting immediately began to explain: "We just came back from the hospital. The teacher and several other board members, as well as your school leaders, couldn't get away. After all, there still needs to be an explanation for Lin Lilin's matter."

"I just happened to run into Dr. Chen. He heard I was coming to pick you up, so he came along too."

Nan Zhuren's attention was immediately drawn to a piece of information in Weng Pingting's words: "Is there a result regarding Lin Lilin's matter?"

(End of this chapter)