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

Chapter 282 Preparing to Change Maps

Weng Pingting nodded.

But after thinking about it, I felt that since I was facing my junior brother, it would be better to break down the details and explain them in detail.

"Actually, they didn't approach me directly at first—after all, I had just arrived in Jiangdu, and even with my title as a teacher, I wasn't the first choice for locals."

Chonghui responded with an "Oh?"

Weng Pingting continued, "But these kinds of projects have a long payback period, and local businesses with deep roots are generally unwilling to take them on."

"These kinds of projects are less about making money and more about building connections and gaining favors. So in the end, they ended up in my hands."

Chonghui immediately said he understood.

The project wasn't difficult, and there was no immediate prospect of making a profit, so it really only earned me a favor.

However, those who are capable of taking on this project are mostly not short of connections; those who need this connection, on the other hand, are not capable of taking on this kind of project.

No wonder it ended up in Weng Pingting's hands.

"However, at the beginning, I only had this one project on hand."

But then something interesting happened—

Weng Pingting chuckled softly, "The second project came to us on its own."

"The second project also involved Jiangdu No. 1 Middle School. According to them, the student must have 'accidentally' fallen; but this incident made them realize the importance of 'student safety'."

“And this ‘student safety’ includes ‘psychological safety’!”

Chonghui glanced at his senior sister, but because he was driving, he immediately looked back at her.

“When I took on these two projects, I used my teacher’s name. They not only found out that I was the one who took on the first project, but they also found out the main business of my teacher’s company in Beidu.”

Weng Pingting spoke in a flat tone, using a declarative tone.

"So they commissioned me to update their school's surveillance system, using micro-expression information technology to monitor students' mental state, in order to prevent 'students from actually jumping off buildings due to mental health issues, thus preventing such incidents from happening in the first place'."

From a technical standpoint, this technology is indeed achievable.

Earlier, some schools piloted a combination of surveillance and facial recognition to monitor student attendance; other schools went a step further, using this technology to count how often students looked up, resulting in a "head-up rate" metric used to measure students' level of engagement in their studies.

The emergence of the "head-up rate" metric is naturally laughable—but the technological innovation itself is still quite interesting.

Further developing this facial recognition technology by adding expression recognition, analysis, data management, and real-time response capabilities can indeed provide early warnings for some common, widespread, and outwardly expressive abnormal psychological states.

This direction is also one of the research directions of Bai Qinghua's "Micro-expression" research group at Beijing University of Technology.

However, this technology is not very mature yet, and it is not widely used even in Beidu. How could a middle school in Jiangdu be willing to introduce it?

Chonghui thought for a moment and asked, "Senior Sister, do you think there's something inside that speaks volumes?"

It's really weird.

But Weng Pingting shook her head: "Without knowing the full picture, I cannot comment."

"These two things are a bit too coincidental. However, if possible, it's best not to always assume the worst about people. What if they really are being sincere and have good intentions?"

Weng Pingting rolled down the car window and let the wind blow through her.

Chonghui nodded in agreement.

"And no matter what, we're making a profit."

"When the teacher's company generates revenue, the research results can be put into practice; you can receive a lot of data in the middle school, and you might even get some freelance work and publish another article; the junior students can practice with the project in advance, and they will be able to contribute more in the future."

"I can also take this opportunity to build more connections locally and establish a firm foothold. Maybe in the future I can even provide my alma mater with a few more permanent internship positions."

Weng Pingting smiled, then changed the subject.

"However, while we want to take advantage of the situation, we also need to plan carefully for all necessary considerations."

"Regarding this point, I'll need to give you both a proper talking-to later..."

Chonghui had no objection. But Weng Pingting's words suddenly made him think of something.

"Speaking of which, is my junior brother, whom I've never met, working at your company now, senior sister?"

When this topic came up, Weng Pingting showed a troubled expression.

"He..."

Weng Pingting shook her head: "My studio isn't finished being renovated yet, so I can't take inquiries right now."

"But didn't you ask me what kind of person my junior brother is? Now I'll tell you about one of his most notable characteristics."

"He is obsessed with consulting."

Weng Pingting emphasized: "It's almost a fanatical obsession."

……

Nan Zhuren opened the door to the consultation room and came out.

Then, he rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Teacher Nan." Xia Tian, ​​who was standing nearby, took a glass of water from the front desk and moved over quickly and in small steps.

"Drink water!"

Nan Zhuren forced a smile and said to Xia Tian, ​​"Thank you."

Yes.

Nan Zhuren returned to the Jiangda Psychological Counseling Center.

Because of Lin Lilin's situation, he hasn't done any counseling for a long time.

The deadline has already been pushed to the next month.

Nan Zhuren was eager to accumulate enough for his first monthly goal and see what kind of psychological training he could get this month.

only……

"Teacher Nan?" Xia Tian suddenly noticed Nan Zhuren frowning and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head.

"I'm fine, but the students who have come recently... seem a bit off."

"They didn't seem to have any problems to me; in fact, many of them seemed to have made up their 'problems.' Their purpose in coming seemed to be merely to experience psychological counseling..."

Summer blinked, then suddenly remembered something.

The young girl said, "Speaking of which, many of the students who have recently made appointments ask as soon as they open their mouths whether Teacher Nan is in."

"It feels like they're not here for consultation, but simply out of curiosity about you, Professor Nan."

After Nan Zhuren's report at the last supervisory conference, he became quite famous at Jiangda University.

Many people learned that Nan Zhuren was providing counseling at the psychological center, and some came from afar, while others made a pilgrimage to her.

Looking at Nan Zhuren's pleasing profile, Xia Tian was quite understanding of the situation.

but--

"This situation is a huge waste of the school's consulting resources."

“Originally, I came here to help the school fill the gaps and help students who other teachers were unable to help, and to solve their problems.”

Perhaps because there were no outsiders present, Nan Zhuren spoke without any politeness, and Xia Tian took it all for granted.

"But now, students who have no problems are taking up counseling rooms and counseling time, while students who really need counseling can't get an appointment."

Nan Zhuren frowned.

(End of this chapter)