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

Chapter 412: Preparing to Change Maps
the weather is nice today.

The sun is shining brightly, but it's not too hot.

It's the kind of thing that just warms you up comfortably, making you want to fall asleep.

Chonghui leaned back comfortably, rested his head on the pillow of the ergonomic chair, and let out a long sigh.

Then I started shaking my leg.

Dengdengdeng-

Dengdengdengdeng-

Thump thump thump thump——

"Senior brother, if you have nothing to do, come over and help!"

A suppressed roar suddenly came from the side.

The location at this moment is Bai Qinghua's research group office at Beijing Normal University.

Of the seats that can probably seat more than ten people, only two chairs were occupied.

One is Chonghui.

The other one was a girl with loose hair and thick-rimmed glasses.

On the desktop of her laptop was a photo of an ID card named [Shi Qianqian.jpg].

This photo shows that after styling her hair and applying light makeup, the girl named Shi Qianqian's appearance is good enough to challenge the Z-value range of the normal distribution [0.8416, 1.2816].

Simply put, it means exceeding 80% to 90% of your peers.

However, given her current unkempt appearance, her final appearance will likely fall to around the standard Z-value of 0.5244, which is a normal distribution.

That's understandable. After all, they're in graduate school; when they're busy with work and studies, they don't really care about their appearance.

Chonghui shook his head and said, "Xiao Shi, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that my mentor assigned me a different task today; and I haven't seen these materials before, so starting from scratch is going to be a huge undertaking..."

Shi Qianqian slammed her hand on the table, her slender body standing up as she directly challenged Chonghui: "Bullshit! You did all these jobs last year too, do you dare say you weren't familiar with them?!"

Chonghui stopped short of defeat, his muscles twitching as he acknowledged his loss.

Then, skillfully, the topic was changed: "How many kids does my mentor plan to mentor this year? Have you chosen a few yet?"

Shi Qianqian took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions: "Four. Two have been given to those who are recommended for postgraduate studies. The rest will be chosen from those who take the unified entrance exam."

What are the qualities of the students who are recommended for graduate school?

Shi Qian glanced at the folder in front of her: "Your resume is good. Your undergraduate research is quite detailed. With some revisions, you might be able to try submitting to 'Psychological Science' in your first year of graduate school. Your research direction is also quite similar. You could teach there for a month or two and then become a full-time employee."

“However…” Shi Qianqian shrugged, “That’s all there is to it. The mentor is still really hoping for the one from Jiangdu.”

Chonghui revealed an expression that confirmed my expectations: "Of course, Junior Brother Zhuren is the best."

Seeing her senior brother's expression, Shi Qianqian adjusted her glasses and pouted.

But unable to contain his curiosity, he asked Chonghui, "What kind of person is Nan Zhuren?"

This name has been circulating about her for many days now.

The teacher mentioned it, the senior sister mentioned it, and now the senior brother is talking about it all the time.

Leaving aside the last person for now, this was the first time Shi Qianqian had ever seen someone leave such a deep impression on her teacher and senior sister.

Chonghui looked surprised: "You can find him online. He knocked out his former mentor at the national supervisory conference. That's big news!"

Shi Qianqian shrugged: "It didn't trend on social media, and the public accounts I usually follow didn't write about it. Besides, I've been so busy lately..."

Okay, since we've already talked about being "busy," Chonghui could only change the subject and fall into deep thought, trying to describe their junior brother, who hadn't yet entered the sect, to Shi Qianqian.

"If I had to describe him... my first impression would be 'handsome'!"

very direct.

Shi Qianqian wasn't interested in that. Bai Qinghua's company also offered psychological counseling services, and Shi Qianqian would sometimes go there for consultations and exchange ideas with her colleagues.

People who can choose to become psychological counselors are generally good-looking, at least "pleasing to the eye".

Shi Qianqian felt she had seen a lot.

Chonghui, however, emphasized to Shi Qianqian with a serious expression: "He's not just handsome in a normal way, he's the kind of handsome that's hard to describe... You'll see when you see him if you come with me to pick him up at the airport later."

Shi Qianqian expressed no interest in this: "I haven't finished my work yet."

Chonghui advised, "You'll regret it if you don't balance work and rest."

Shi Qian waved her hand: "Are there any other keywords?"

The young female student remarked that graduate students aren't easily fooled by ordinary looks. Chonghui sighed, thought for a moment, and added, "As for second impressions—the thesis!"

"???"

Is this word used to describe a person? Someone who looks like a research paper?

“It really is true.” Chonghui’s expression was serious. “Looking at him, it’s like I’m seeing my future thesis, and it’ll be in a top-tier journal!”

Shi Qianqian gave her a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

"This junior colleague brought his own research project to the group?"

"Yes and no... How should I put it?" Chonghui racked his brains. "You'll know once you get to know him."

Faced with such a vague answer, Shi Qianqian really felt she didn't even deserve to look at her senior brother again.

She rolled her eyes and prepared to continue organizing the documents.

"Senior brother, our junior brother Zhu Ren's flight should be arriving soon, right?" Shi Qianqian noticed the time in the lower right corner. "You should go pick him up."

Chonghui blinked, and the next second he hurriedly grabbed his coat and walked out.

This is the most important thing for him today.

"Xiao Shi, are you really not coming?"

"No, I still have data to work on after I finish organizing these materials."

"You'll regret it if you don't come."

"Ha, impossible."

Chonghui shrugged.

My junior sister is still too young.

……

Nan Zhuren leaned against the plane, closing his eyes to rest.

Flight attendants walked by from both sides every now and then, and then again...

"Excuse me, could I have another cup of coffee?" A man in his thirties in a suit in the front row asked, extending his hand. On his outstretched wrist, the sleeve of his watch had slipped down slightly, revealing an expensive watch.

"Okay." The flight attendant gave a very professional smile, fulfilling the passenger's request.

Then, without glancing at that spot or the watch again, he slowly walked past.

I also pushed aside the colleague in front of me.

This small space feels a bit cramped.

Flight attendants come and go, like NPCs programmed with some kind of patrol instructions, wandering around the area with great enthusiasm.

Just waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for the man to speak.

Nan Zhuren sighed inwardly.

This situation seems very familiar in my memory.

Even when he flies, he can enjoy service comparable to first class, even in economy class.

Although the hardware such as seats and meals cannot be upgraded, in order to avoid any complaints from other passengers.

But when Nan Zhuren chooses a seat, whether he wants a window seat or an aisle seat, he can always find the one he wants; when he sits down, there is usually no one next to him, so he doesn't have to worry about fighting with someone for the armrest or running into some uncle who has just finished drinking.

Of course, the empty seat next to him would often be quickly filled by the fragrant flight attendants, who would bring blankets, pillows, eye masks, and so on, and then rush to check Nan Zhuren's seat belt.

As for the never-ending supply of water, coffee, and juice, let's not even mention that. Because Nan Zhuren gets to eat the flight attendants' personal snacks.

But today, Nan Zhuren is traveling in first class.

It seems that Weng Pingting made a phone call, turning Nan Zhuren's trip into an official business trip that could be reimbursed.

Nan Zhuren gladly accepted.

To be fair, the seats in first class are larger and more comfortable.

The biggest advantage is—

Nan Zhuren's consciousness sank, and he comfortably entered the dream-like psychological counseling room.

Then, I started doing the questions.

(End of this chapter)