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

Chapter 399 Numerous Tasks
Jiangdu Airport.

Chonghui, carrying his suitcase, looked at Nan Zhuren with reluctance.

Weng Pingting stood to one side with her arms crossed and blinked.

She glanced at Chonghui, then at Nan Zhuren, and for a moment felt like an outsider.

It was obvious that the muscular giant who was leaving was his junior brother whom he had spent several years with.

Why does it seem like he has a better relationship with his junior brother whom he just met?

Less than two months of getting to know each other has surpassed several years of working together?

"Junior brother, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly." Chonghui said with a melancholy tone, "I haven't been in Jiang for long, and now I have to leave."

Looking at the senior brother whose temperament had suddenly become artistic.

Nan Zhuren gave a polite and apologetic smile: "Actually, it should have ended a long time ago. It's also my fault for going to do counseling and not being able to help my senior brother with his work."

Chonghui choked, feeling that his junior brother's answer didn't quite connect with his own reluctance to part.

Is this a low emotional intelligence state unique to psychologists outside the consultation room?

……

It has now been almost a month since the Wang Rui incident ended.

During this month, Nan Zhuren stopped providing group counseling and instead continued to provide one-on-one psychological counseling to all students once a week as usual.

When I have free time, I also give lessons to Teacher Zhao.

Or he could go and teach students—while Teacher Zhao would act as a teaching assistant.

Of course, the part about teaching students was still done under the guise of "project needs".

However, the school is now showing unusual leniency towards all of Nan Zhuren's actions at school.

If there was any extra time left, Nan Zhuren would use it to review materials for the postgraduate entrance examination.

Chonghui continued his initial mission in Jiangdu, diligently collecting emotional data from Jiangyi Middle School students to create the "Emotional Monitoring System".

Somewhat strangely, every time Nan Zhuren tried to help him, he was politely refused.

Then I received the advice to "focus on your studies".

However heavy the task was, Chonghui spent more than a month completing it on his own.

Now we have to pack our bags and leave.

Looking at Nan Zhuren at this moment, Chonghui's thousand words finally condensed into one sentence:

"Junior brother, come to Beidu soon!"

Looking at the reluctant Chonghui, Nan Zhuren nodded and said, "I will. Have a safe journey, Senior Brother."

Weng Pingting stood to the side with her arms crossed and sneered, "That's enough, hurry up and line up to go through security."

Chonghui then looked at his senior sister, whom he had neglected for quite some time, and said, "Senior sister, you should also... take care of yourself."

Weng Pingting waved her hand dismissively, signaling for him to get lost.

"When you get back, remember to urge your teacher to work hard, take on more projects and publish more articles."

Weng Pingting blurted out, then thought for a moment and added, "It would be best if he could be elected an academician at the peak of our careers."

"Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll go back to Beidu for a visit."

Chonghui's expression was hard to describe for a moment.

He then turned and walked into the airport.

The white mechanical giant bird emitted a deafening roar as it slowly rose into the air, gradually disappearing from sight after leaving a trail of white smoke.

Weng Pingting drove her car slowly away from the airport, and while waiting at a traffic light, she glanced at Nan Zhuren in the rearview mirror.

As a half-boss and senior colleague, Weng Pingting began to care about Nan Zhuren's future plans: "Dahui is gone, what will you do after that? Will you continue to stay at Jiangyi Middle School as a consultant?"

Nan Zhuren didn't spend too much time thinking.

He nodded directly. "At least I'll finish this after the college entrance exam, so it'll be a complete success."

He clearly had a plan in mind: "Although the emotion monitoring and recognition system project has ended, the project commissioned by the National Health Commission to Li Mingchen and Xu Pengcheng is not yet finished. I still need to stay at the school to provide them with consultations."

"Since someone is paying for it, I'll keep doing it."

Weng Pingting hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped. While it was true that the National Health Commission paid for Nan Zhuren to provide consultations, they only paid for two people.

Nan Zhuren is now providing consultations to more than ten people in the sports team.

Of course, Nan Zhuren could also say that his interventions in other people were aimed at changing the visitors' environment, ultimately achieving his goal of intervening in Li Mingchen and Xu Pengcheng.

But it's a very far-fetched argument.

At least Weng Pingting couldn't stand it.

However, after thinking about it, Weng Pingting sighed and said, "You now have more than a dozen consultations a week, and you also have a long-term case to carry on your shoulders."

"Don't forget you still have to take the postgraduate entrance exam. After all, it's graded by Beijing University. And for the national unified exam for academic master's programs, even our fellow students from the same university can't give you much tutoring."

"Even if you are really good at consulting—but you know, consulting and taking exams are different."

That's true.

First of all, practical experience is one thing, and exams are another.

This is common sense.

Even Americans would struggle with China's college entrance exam English paper.

Even if Nan Zhuren's professional competence surpasses that of Chong Hui, who holds a doctorate, he would still fail miserably when faced with direct exam questions.

Secondly, students applying for a Master of Psychology degree must take three exams: a psychology-related subject, English, and politics.

Although these three courses all use the same national exam papers, there will also be a nationally unified score line.

However, the papers are not graded uniformly nationwide; instead, they are graded by the provincial education examination authority of the province where the school the candidate applied to is located.

In different provinces, the marking standards of the examiners may vary.

The specific standards are reflected in the base number of applicants.

Every school in Beijing is consistently a highly sought-after institution. Even ordinary non-985/211 universities attract far more applicants than some 211 or even 985 universities in remote provinces.

Moreover, psychology at Beijing Normal University is a popular major at a popular university.

The teachers at the Taipei Examination Institute were always strict and impartial in grading papers, like iron-fisted judges.

It belongs to the most difficult area for postgraduate entrance examination candidates.

Weng Pingting was genuinely worried that with Nan Zhuren's current energy levels, he wouldn't be able to pass the exam.

So much so that I couldn't help but try to dissuade them.

Although they now call each other "senior sister" and "junior brother," it's more like a nickname.

Let's hope that in the end, it really can only be a nickname.

Nan Zhuren blinked in response to Weng Pingting's words.

"Don't worry, senior sister, I know what I'm doing."

As he spoke, Nan Zhuren reclined the passenger seat back, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

Weng Pingting opened her mouth as if to say something, but the indicator light in front of her had already turned green, so it was no longer appropriate to speak.

She could only press the accelerator while muttering under her breath.

"Doing things isn't like being a consultant; it's all hard work for little reward..."

"This doesn't look like something a serious graduate school applicant would do. Who does all this random stuff every day while preparing for graduate school entrance exams..."

(End of this chapter)