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

Chapter 299 Nan Zhuren: Wouldn't it be better to just say hello and become friends?

Vice Principal Ma's command was perfectly reasonable.

"I remember you graduated from Jiangdu Normal University, right, Professor Zhao? You should be quite familiar with this kind of thing. Why don't you represent our school and work on that... psychological monitoring and identification system?"

"Learn some skills, and hopefully our school can develop one independently in the future!"

What kind of psychological monitoring, identification, or system is this?
Zhao Xinyu's dazed look made Vice Principal Ma frown: "Why do you look like you haven't woken up yet? Xiao Zhao, as a teacher, you need to be more energetic and set a good example for your students!"

The young counselor touched her face and suddenly felt that it had become very dry.

"...Professor Ma, I'm a psychology teacher trainee under the education major. I have absolutely no experience with that system you just mentioned..."

“They’re all pretty much the same; they’re all psychological stuff,” Vice Principal Ma asserted matter-of-factly.

Zhao Xinyu took a deep breath, her face bitter: "Professor Ma, this project that connects with external corporate teachers must be a huge one, right? I'm really lacking in energy lately, and I'm worried about my abilities..."

"Why are you lacking energy? There are only a few classes a week for [Mental Health], and the content is pretty much the same, so you don't need to prepare much."

“Students don’t usually go to the counseling room anyway.” Vice Principal Ma straightened his back. “Other teachers are working so hard, Xiao Zhao, you can’t just make excuses whenever you have a task.”

Zhao Xinyu felt that her dark circles were getting heavier, perhaps because she hadn't slept well last night.

She barely managed to suppress the curses welling up inside her: "But Principal Ma, I currently have a teaching skills competition to handle, and Director Wang has asked me to be in charge of the exchange and visit arrangements with the neighboring revolutionary education base next week. Principal Chen also asked me to plan this year's school anniversary activities, and..."

"Put all that aside for now. We need to prioritize things," Vice Principal Ma said with a wave of his hand.

“This project is related to the mental health education of the school’s students, which is your job. But the teachers from outside don’t understand our school or our students.”

Vice Principal Ma paused here, emphasizing his words: "You need to help these two visiting teachers to understand our school properly and correctly!"

With another living Zhao Xinyu suddenly on her shoulder, her head felt throbbing, and she barely heard what Vice Principal Ma said at the end.

She left the office, her body shrouded in a somber atmosphere, and headed towards the counseling room.

As they approached the door, Zhao Xinyu's dark circles under her eyes seemed to have turned from gray to bluish, and her skin appeared even duller.

She stared at the doorknob for a good half minute.

The location of the counseling room is rather unusual; the surrounding offices are mostly empty, making it quite deserted.

Sudden--

"It happens again, it happens again!"

The young female teacher's face crumbled like a burst dam.

"Another inexplicable assignment! Everyone says I'm idle, and everyone keeps adding more work for me, even though I'm not idle to begin with!"

"Is mental health education the same as those other things? You're applying standards arbitrarily and making arbitrary judgments!"

Zhao Xinyu raised her hand, about to smash it against the door: "And this time, with this strange company, this strange system, this strange teacher, it's really..."

Click—the door in front of them suddenly opened, and Nan Zhuren's face appeared.

He blinked.

"..."

"..."

Zhao Xinyu suddenly felt that her eyes were being nourished.

"Professor Nan from Jiangda University?" she called out Nan Zhuren's name as soon as she spoke.

It seems that Nan Zhuren is quite well-known at Jiangnan University.

Nan Zhuren shifted his gaze to Zhao Xinyu's posture with one hand suspended in mid-air, and then raised his hand as well: "Hello? What's your name?"

Zhao Xinyu felt her ears were soothed again.

If there were a mirror in front of her, Zhao Xinyu would see that her skin has regained its vitality.

……

After a brief self-introduction to Nan Zhuren and the others, Ms. Zhao immediately grabbed her makeup bag and slipped out of the consultation room, then rushed into the restroom. Upon returning, she displayed an astonishing enthusiasm for her work.

She first gave Nan Zhuren and Chonghui a brief introduction to the school's basic situation, including how many classes there are in each grade, the distribution of each class, and even the average level of each class's strengths in subjects or literary, artistic, and sports talents.

Know it like the back of your hand.

"Because our school only has two school counselors, I've taught classes in all the classes," Ms. Zhao said confidently.

After clearly understanding Nan Zhuren and others' requirements for stratified sampling, Zhao Xinyu quickly took out her mobile phone and accurately dialed the phone numbers of each class's homeroom teacher.

A very small number of homeroom teachers send text messages.

"These teachers might be teaching right now and it's inconvenient for them to answer the phone." Teacher Zhao even remembered this.

At the latest, an hour later, Ms. Zhao had completed communication with all the teachers in the school.

She then pulled over her computer and started creating an Excel spreadsheet, which took about half an hour. Just as Nan Zhuren and the others finished setting up all the equipment, she turned around and presented their work to them.

"I have compiled statistics based on the scheduling of each grade and class. It is not easy to schedule the senior high school graduating class. Generally, we can only schedule them during the evening self-study time. This will require you, Teacher Nan, to work overtime."

Nan Zhuren said understandingly, "Teacher Zhao, you're the one who's worked so hard."

Chonghui had no objection; for a doctoral student, staying up all night as a high school student was hardly considered staying up all night.

Moreover, even disregarding the priority and importance of data collection, the remuneration for this project is more than enough to support Chonghui during the project period.

"Then for the first and second years of high school, the schedule will basically be distributed during self-study periods and free activity periods. Other regular class time will be used for things like physical education and art classes. The principal has already given instructions, so there are no problems. In short, the general schedule is like this—"

There seems to be something to complain about here, but it's also strangely reasonable to the point that it's hard to criticize.

What was finally presented to Nan Zhuren and his group was an unusually neat table.

Chonghui exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Your efficiency is really high. If you, Professor Zhao, were to take the postgraduate entrance exam, even if your score was just barely above the passing mark, research groups would definitely be vying for you."

Teacher Zhao smiled gently, her eyes fixed on Nan Zhuren.

“Yes,” Nan Zhuren echoed Chonghui.

Teacher Zhao's smile finally lit up.

Chonghui: [Is it just my imagination? Why does this teacher seem to be getting more and more energetic as he works?]

……

In the initial preparation stage, the most time-consuming parts, such as communication and planning, were resolved in just one afternoon.

For a technical person like Chonghui, being able to focus all his energy on his professional work is the most enjoyable thing.

The next day, the sky was bright.

To best suit the schedules of high school students and avoid disrupting regular class time.

The data collection work by Nan Zhuren and others began directly from the 7:00 AM morning self-study time (according to the official statement).

"Boom boom boom——"

"Enter!"

While casually completing other tasks at his desk, Teacher Zhao shouted loudly as Nan Zhuren's assistant.

Two high school students, a boy and a girl, walked in.

The boy walked towards Nan Zhuren's room, and the girl walked towards Chonghui's room.

　I'm having some relationship problems. I've discovered that the girl I was seeing before seems determined to have me as her secret lover.

　　Therefore, my writing isn't quite right. I'll see if I can write smoothly tonight.

　　If I get writer's block, I'll post the second update during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)