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

Chapter 295 Chonghui: I have a bad feeling...

Weng Pingting couldn't help but get a headache when she heard Nan Zhuren's rambling.

"stop."

She first shouted for us to stop, then rubbed her forehead and started muttering to herself, "While I understand that people who work in psychological counseling inevitably have some occupational hazard, yours is a bit too serious... No, it's not even an 'occupational hazard,' it's a 'newbie hazard,' even though you've been in the industry for so long..."

When Weng Pingting raised her voice and shouted "Stop," Chonghui subconsciously took a step back.

Despite being a tall man of 1.9 meters, he unconsciously hunched his shoulders and back slightly, even hiding behind Nan Zhuren.

Even if he shrinks, he's still quite big.

Compared to Nan Zhuren, Chonghui, who had spent several years with Weng Pingting in Beidu, clearly understood this senior sister much better. In Chonghui's perception, Weng Pingting had now entered a state where she was not someone to be trifled with.

In this situation, even his muscles couldn't give Chonghui much of a sense of security.

However, this senior brother still had some sense of loyalty. After taking a step back and hiding behind Nan Zhuren, he tugged at Nan Zhuren's clothes with his covered hand, signaling to his junior brother, who was not familiar with the situation, to stop talking.

however,
Weng Pingting stared at Nan Zhuren for a while, then took a deep breath, making her chest, which was wrapped in a fitted sweater, bulge out a little more.

Then he simply said, "Don't think about these things anymore. When you go to school, stick close to Da Hui. Do whatever he tells you to do. Don't do anything unnecessary, understand?"

Her voice was surprisingly gentle, like a kind elder giving instructions to a younger person.

Nan Zhuren blinked.

He nodded: "Okay."

Chonghui, whose name was called, blinked.

Why did the senior sister only give the junior brother a light, casual instruction? Based on experience, she should have lectured him for at least three to five minutes, right?
Do I no longer understand my senior sister?

"Oh, right, Da Hui, and you too!"

Weng Pingting suddenly changed the subject, shifting her focus to Chonghui, who could no longer be hidden behind Nan Zhuren.

Her voice rose uncontrollably: "Keep an eye on your junior brother! You're from Beidu, you're experienced, it's time for you to take on the responsibility of a senior brother!"

"Besides your own projects, also help Zhu Ren get acquainted with our research group's working style, so as not to cause any trouble!"

"besides……"

Nan Zhuren silently moved half a body away, exposing Chonghui.

Chonghui: ...This feels right.

A full ten minutes later, Weng Pingting took out her phone to check the time, then waved to the two of them: "It's almost time for the appointment with Jiang Yizhong, you can go now."

Soon, after Chonghui and Nan Zhuren slunk away, Weng Pingting was left alone in the consultation room.

She let out a long sigh, then leaned back, almost crashing into the sofa that had just been moved in.

"I feel comfortable..."

A typical consultation room only needs a sofa of about two meters in length, but Weng Pingting bought an extra three-meter-long sofa so that the counselors (especially herself) could rest during their spare time.

She stretched languidly, letting out a deep, resonant "hmm," then set a phone alarm, slowly closed her eyes, and began to rest.

She murmured softly, "This Nan Zhuren, I don't know why, I just can't seem to talk to him properly, no matter how angry I am, it's hard to say anything to him."

"Howard's gone again, I'm so bored every day..."

"Luckily, Da Hui came..."

"I hope everything goes well for them."

...In the villa area, Chonghui and Nan Zhuren began preparing for the next project.

However, a minor but unexpected incident occurred.

No, or rather, "surprise" would be a more appropriate word.

Chonghui blinked, looked at Nan Zhuren, then at the car in front of him, and then at Lu Jia, who was standing to the side, looking rather excited.

"Teacher Nan, I need to go help Sister Pingting with some things. Actually, your project seems quite interesting, but it's inconvenient for me to go with you. You can borrow this car for transportation."

As she spoke, the former receptionist handed the car keys to Chonghui: "Thank you for your help, Senior Chong~"

Chonghui took it in a daze.

As the button was pressed, the BMW SUV standing quietly to the side flashed its headlights, as if in response.

Chonghui hesitated, wanting to speak but then stopping himself. Although he didn't know much about cars, judging from the appearance of the car key and the spotless condition of the tires... could this car be newly bought?

Nan Zhuren gave Lu Jia a grateful smile and waved goodbye. Then she went upstairs to help Chonghui carry his suitcase down.

The small 26-inch suitcase contained the equipment needed for this project.

When fellow apprentices go out, it's generally assumed that the younger generation, who are learning the skills, will do the hard work.

But at that moment, Chonghui involuntarily took the things from Nan Zhuren's hands, indicating that he was alright.

"Senior brother?" Nan Zhuren looked up, a puzzled expression on his face.

"..." Chonghui hesitated, but couldn't help but say, "Just now when I was with my senior sister, she told you not to do anything unnecessary, and you said 'okay'."

“But…you know we can all tell you’re not telling the truth, right?” said a doctoral student who had been in the micro-expression research group for several years.

Nan Zhuren blinked.

Chonghui opened his mouth, but in the end he only said, "Never mind... get in the car."

The spacious body perfectly accommodated his large frame, a problem he had always struggled with while driving.

He couldn't help but rub his hands together, and after Nan Zhuren fastened his seatbelt in the passenger seat, he stepped on the gas.

The black behemoth slowly drove out of the villa, as if going into battle.

"Let me briefly explain the tasks in your project to you," Chonghui said.

These things need to be explained in advance. If we wait until we get to the workplace, it will slow down the process, and if the client sees it, it will be easy to expose our shortcomings.

"The intelligent emotion monitoring system we developed for high schools works by recording students' facial expressions in real time, then using a special algorithm to digitize their expressions and compare them with a database to provide early warnings in special circumstances."

Because Nan Zhuren lacked a professional background in this area, Chonghui tried to use plain language as much as possible.

"But you must also know about the individual differences in micro-expressions. Although the expressions of patients with common mental illnesses such as depression have certain commonalities, there will still be certain differences between individuals of different ages, regions, intelligence levels, etc."

"So when we got to high school, the first thing we did was update our facial expression database. To do this, we needed to have one-on-one conversations with students in a lab-like environment and record their facial expressions for different interests."

"It's quite similar to psychological counseling, and you can be of great help, which is why we decided to involve you in this project."

Nan Zhuren nodded; this was indeed his area of ​​expertise.

"But... it's only 'very similar' to psychological counseling. You absolutely must not actually go and give them psychological counseling!" Chonghui couldn't help but raise his voice.

Nan Zhuren blinked and nodded, "Okay."

Although Chonghui was driving, he still saw Nan Zhuren's expression through the rearview mirror.

(End of this chapter)