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

Chapter 281 Preparing to Change Teammates

Before Weng Pingting could respond to the man's greeting.

An airport security guard suddenly rushed over, holding a boarding pass in his hand.

"Sir, you've dropped something!"

The man paused for a moment, then gave a grateful smile.

Although his boarding pass was no longer valid after he got off the plane, he still said to the security guard, "Ah, thank you!" since he had accepted the kindness.

Then, I received a boarding pass with the name "Chonghui" printed on it.

Weng Pingting walked over with a smile.

"So careless, I'm starting to wonder if you'll have to extend your doctoral studies later." Weng Pingting raised an eyebrow, finally having a chance to respond to the other person's initial greeting, "It really has been a long time, Xiao Hui."

Chonghui smiled sheepishly.

Weng Pingting is extremely tall, and now that she's wearing high heels, she's over 1.7 meters tall.

But when facing her fellow disciple, she had to involuntarily tilt her head slightly to make eye contact with him.

Chonghui was more than a head taller than her; he was the kind of height that would make people want to play basketball with him every day if he were in the neighborhood.

"Speaking of which..."

Weng Pingting was about to say something more.

But then he noticed that after Chonghui greeted him, his gaze suddenly shifted to another direction.

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Weng Pingting raised an eyebrow and turned her head in line with his gaze—

……

Three steps away, a couple who seemed to have been reunited after a long separation were embracing each other tightly.

The girl buried her head in her boyfriend's chest, her voice muffled: "Did you miss me?"

The boyfriend paused for a moment, then said, "Yeah, I think about it every day."

"Have you been behaving well? Haven't you gone to the bar?"

"Ha, how could that be? You know I've been staying in guesthouses all this time, and my schedule is so packed every day that I haven't had a moment to spare. Besides—I promised you."

"Hehe, let's go home then, I made you something delicious!"

"okay!"

……

Looking at this seemingly sweet and heartwarming scene.

Weng Pingting and Chonghui blinked at the same time.

Then Chonghui sighed: "Why does this guy always take a breath before answering?"

Weng Pingting nodded: "The second question was explained in a bit too much detail."

"When answering the first question, the shrugging motion was also very obvious."

"And the deliberate nodding—is it to convince yourself?"

"But the girl never looked up at him the whole time..."

"Hard to say."

The two, a senior and a junior, chatted back and forth.

In an instant, the scene before him was deconstructed into almost complete detail.

Finally, Chonghui shrugged and concluded, "Forget it, I'll respect other people's fate. It's none of my business anyway."

Although the wording of this statement is not very elegant, it is indeed in line with the moral ethics of a psychological counselor.

However, the tone of his voice immediately made Weng Pingting furrow her brows.

"How come you've become almost as energetic as your teacher? You weren't like this when I left!" Weng Pingting looked Chonghui up and down.

Chonghui chuckled and changed the subject: "The teacher is usually listless, but he was incredibly excited when he went back this time. It's a pity I didn't have time to ask him in detail before I came over—Senior sister, what did you do to the teacher?"

Weng Pingting glanced into Chonghui's eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth, but ultimately didn't continue with the previous topic.

"I've found you a junior brother."

She answered Chonghui's question, then turned and handed her bag to her junior brother, gesturing for him to follow.

The tall and burly junior brother, pulling his suitcase, followed Weng Pingting to the underground parking garage. As Weng Pingting pressed the car key, the starry gray car lit up in the darkness.

Looking at the sleek, metallic car body, Chonghui couldn't help but whistle: "Senior sister, how many years do you think it will take me to buy one like yours after I finish my PhD?"

"It won't be long." Weng Pingting tossed the keys out. "You drive."

Chonghui had no objection; in fact, he was eager to try. Weng Pingting opened the passenger door and then raised an eyebrow as she watched Chonghui adjust the driver's seat.

The car slowly left the basement, and the view opened up.

Weng Pingting composed herself and said, "Since we've already started talking about your junior brother—you know you're going to bring him along on this project, right?"

Chonghui nodded.

"What kind of person is this junior brother?"

He was filled with curiosity.

Chonghui has been studying under Bai Qinghua for over five years, starting with his master's degree. He knows his teacher's personality and how high his expectations are.

This junior brother, whom they hadn't even met yet, managed to make their mentor, unusually, shed his lazy demeanor and start bustling around taking care of everything after returning home.

Chonghui was filled with curiosity.

“Him…” Weng Pingting thought for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts.

But after thinking for a while, she finally said only, "He... is very talented, a talent that is hard for me to put into words."

"You'll know when you see him."

They said it, but the amount of information was so little that it was as if they said nothing at all.

Chonghui became even more curious about this.

"Alright, let's talk about your project this time." Weng Pingting steered the conversation back to business. "I've already discussed it with your junior brother, but as for you... your teacher probably didn't go into details, right?"

Chonghui shrugged: "He told me to ask you for details after I arrive."

"I knew it." Weng Pingting raised her hand and gently touched her forehead.

The senior sister already knew the projects she was going to hand over to her junior disciples by heart.

After going through the details in her mind, she slowly said:

"First of all, you know I have two projects on hand, but these two projects are not independent of each other."

"The first project was commissioned to me by the Health Commission of Jiangdu."

Weng Pingting explained, "Some time ago, a student at Jiangdu No. 1 Middle School fell from a building. Fortunately, the building wasn't very high, and he wasn't in any danger."

"I said 'accidental fall' because that was the final report after the investigation. But—"

Weng Pingting leaned back in her chair: "The students' parents seem dissatisfied with the outcome. They believe there are other hidden reasons, and they have repeatedly called the police and petitioned higher authorities, making quite a fuss about it."

"The Education Bureau and the police investigated several more times, considered other possibilities, and even examined the students' injuries, but they found nothing."

"So they wondered if the student had a psychological problem, and that it wasn't a 'mistake' but a 'suicide.' But whether it was because their own psychological assessment was too inadequate, or because the student's parents insisted, the matter never ended."

"So now the matter has been handed over to the National Health Commission, and they have started to find psychology experts through 'acquaintances' to conduct a more professional evaluation of the student."

Chonghui nodded knowingly: "So in the end it ended up in your hands, Senior Sister?"

(End of this chapter)