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

Chapter 414 Work Starts Immediately Upon Arrival

The plane experienced a slight turbulence in the air.

Weightlessness is the easiest way to wake someone from a dream, and even Nan Zhuren is no exception.

"Dear passengers, our aircraft is experiencing noticeable turbulence due to airflow along the flight path. Please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts. The lavatories will be temporarily unavailable..."

The cabin intercom was playing the usual announcements.

Nan Zhuren rubbed his eyes and looked up.

Suddenly, she noticed that the man sitting next to her was staring at her with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Yes, it's a man.

The other person looked to be in their early twenties, a little younger than me.

When Nan Zhuren's gaze met his, the other person gave a slight smile, tinged with admiration.

"Are you a celebrity, buddy? Going to perform in Beijing?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head and simply summarized: "Work."

The young man nodded after hearing Nan Zhuren's answer, his admiration flowing back like he was slurping up noodles: "Oh, I'm going home. My home is in Beidu."

Who asked you?

Nan Zhuren blinked, but then he remembered how the other person had been scrutinizing his sleeping face, and how the other person had slightly raised his chin after speaking.

I roughly knew what was going on.

Nan Zhuren didn't care about this little incident.

Just then, flight attendants carrying menus and hot towels began to walk out of the work area.

It was lunchtime.

The young man's chin, which had just been raised, quickly lowered again, little by little.

……

A two-hour flight is neither long nor short.

As the plane slowly landed, Chonghui, who already stood out from the crowd, stood on tiptoe, craned his neck, and his anxiety was practically written all over his face.

However, he quickly realized that his behavior was a bit foolish, so he put his heels down again and calmly began to scan the crowd.

Sure enough, without Chonghui expending much effort, his gaze locked onto Nan Zhuren in the crowd with perfect accuracy, as if he had an auto-aiming feature.

Some people can be recognized as the main character at a glance, even if they are standing in a crowd.

"Junior brother!"

Luggage was loaded, and the passenger got into the front passenger seat.

Nan Zhuren rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired.

Sure enough, even first class can't change the fact that it makes you feel more tired the more you sleep.

What are our plans for today?

Chonghui had already made a plan: "Let's go to your place first and put your luggage there. The school has allocated a three-bedroom suite to teachers, but it's been vacant since the teachers bought their own houses. I used to live there, but now you can move in with me."

"After you're settled in, I'll take you to your professor's company to check it out and familiarize you with your future workplace. Then we'll see if we have time to visit the research group; you might even meet your junior colleague—who's your senior in terms of seniority."

Nan Zhuren nodded, not surprised that the school had allocated a house to Bai Qinghua.

To attract scholars with research achievements, universities have supporting talent recruitment policies, including but not limited to: research start-up funds, housing solutions, and job opportunities for spouses.

It's not surprising that someone like Bai Qinghua, who is capable of establishing his own power base, would receive such treatment.

When Nan Zhuren was an undergraduate, several of his classmates aspired to pursue doctoral degrees and seek teaching positions at universities, hoping to take advantage of talent recruitment policies to save money on buying a house—I wonder how they are doing now.

However... Nan Zhuren suddenly discovered a blind spot.

"The properties acquired by the school through talent recruitment should all be located in the school's staff housing area, right? That means they're near the school?"

"So, we're supposed to go to school first, then take a detour to the company, and then go back to school?" This route is a bit of a hassle.

Chonghui had the same feeling, but he was thinking of Nan Zhuren—someone who had just traveled a long way should first settle into their accommodation and unpack. So Chonghui asked, "How about we go to the company tomorrow, settle into our accommodation today, and then visit the research group?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head: "No, what I mean is to go to the company first, and then go to my place to stay. That way it's more convenient."

Chonghui blinked.

Is this really the case? You don't go home first after getting off the plane, you go straight to the company?
However, if the person who said this was Nan Zhuren, Chonghui would find it reasonable.

He tentatively asked, "I heard from my senior that you want at least ten hours of consultation work per month?"

Nan Zhuren nodded.

"Why? If it's about expenses, you don't need to worry too much. You don't need to worry about food and accommodation, and one or two consultations a week will be enough to cover your extra expenses; after you get accepted, you'll receive a scholarship and a research group stipend, and the professor will also arrange more consultations..."

Chonghui suddenly had a look of realization: "Could it be that you used to be the kind of person who spent everything you earned and had no savings?"

No, that's not the case. Nan Zhuren doesn't have many entertainment activities on a daily basis, so he doesn't need to spend much money.

Actually, he didn't need Bai Qinghua's help; he had enough money saved up to stay home from work until the end of his postgraduate entrance exam and even until the start of next year's semester.

Although Howard's commission wasn't high when he was working at his company, he had a large volume of consultations and sold mostly top-tier packages, so his bonuses were still quite substantial.

“It’s not about the money, senior brother. You can think of it as a kind of ‘relaxation’.”

"……Relax?"

"Yes, it's about balancing work and rest. After studying and doing exercises for a few days, I get tired, so I need to do a few consultations to refresh my mind." Nan Zhuren said earnestly, "At least ten consultations a month keep me in a good state."

Chonghui blinked.

He could understand each word Nan Zhuren said individually, but he couldn't quite understand them when they were put together.

Which counselor treats counseling as a relaxing activity to spice up their life?
And what about balancing work and rest?
Chonghui opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he thought of Nan Zhuren sitting next to him, he slowly closed his mouth again.

"Well... since you don't feel tired, let's go to the company first."

Nan Zhuren revealed a satisfied smile.

……

The most obvious impression of the streets of Beidu is that they are much more crowded than those of Jiangdu.

Bai Qinghua's company is also much larger than Howard's and Weng Pingting's.

"Teacher Chong is here." The receptionist with her hair in a bun smiled when she saw Nan Zhuren arrive.

"Shanshan." Chonghui nodded and smiled, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Why are you alone? Isn't Xiaole supposed to be on duty this afternoon? Where is she?"

Bai Qinghua's company has two receptionists, one more than Howard and Weng Pingting's company.

On the one hand, it is larger in scale and has a larger customer flow, so one person cannot handle it all.

On the other hand, Bai Qinghua hired two receptionists, one a full-time employee recruited from the public and the other a part-time student – ​​this was a work-study position in cooperation with the school.

In addition to the front desk, Bai Qinghua also recruits consulting assistants from the school from time to time and provides internship positions.

The woman in front of her, Shanshan, was a full-time employee. After hearing Chonghui's question, she opened her mouth to answer, "Xiao Le, she..."

The receptionist with the bun hairstyle suddenly paused, because she saw Nan Zhuren, who had just been blocked by Chonghui.

His gaze gradually became unfocused, and he forgot the topic they had just been discussing.

This reaction was similar to what I felt when I was with Howard and Weng Pingting.

But what Nan Zhuren noticed was the reaction of the woman with the bun hairstyle at the front desk.

Eyebrows raised and relaxed.

Exhale deeply while slightly lowering your shoulders.

[The neck is relaxed, and there is a slight tremor throughout the body.]

[This change only occurred after seeing Chonghui; was it... [a sense of relief]?]

(End of this chapter)