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

Chapter 424 Chonghui: That's it, that's it!

Nan Zhuren glanced at Liu Jiahang's expression: "This... Teacher Liu, right?"

"Correct."

"Are you the consulting manager of the teacher training company?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing much. If I'm not mistaken, our previous supervisor was Senior Sister Pingting, right?"

"Heh...that's right, is there a problem?"

Liu Jiahang found Nan Zhuren's previous words laughable. What could this young man who had just arrived know?
He didn't even know the company's basic information—Chonghui hadn't had time to give Nan Zhuren a detailed introduction on the way here, originally planning to gradually familiarize himself with the company as he worked.

Therefore, when faced with Nan Zhuren's questions, Liu Jiahang didn't even have time to subconsciously prepare himself and answered these trivial questions directly.

They had no idea what they were about to face.

Just as Chonghui stood up to call his junior brother to leave together, he struggled for a while. Then, the Chonghui representing the "sensible student" slowly left his mind, and the Chonghui representing the "bloodthirsty audience" slowly appeared.

So he sat down again.

Nan Zhuren maintained a faint smile, her eyes momentarily glazed over.

[Flow state]

In less than two seconds, he had completely pieced together all the information.

Nan Zhuren looked at Liu Jiahang and asked the first question of the day as a prelude: "Why were you late today?"

Liu Jiahang gave a ridiculous look: "What are you doing? Interrogating me? Forcing me to answer? I'll talk to Lao Bai about it later, but since you asked, I'll tell you—"

He gave a perfectly measured look of sullenness: "I accidentally forgot the time, and then the car got stuck in traffic..."

"lie."

Nan Zhuren interrupted Liu Jiahang, her tone resolute.

Liu Jiahang, who was explaining, suddenly felt a lump in his throat and stared blankly at Nan Zhuren.

Nan Zhuren waited for two seconds.

"Given the assertive attitude you displayed in our conversation just now, whether I interrupted you or questioned your explanation, you should now show anger."

Nan Zhuren reminded him, "You hesitated for a little too long, so it would be a bit fake for you to get angry now."

Liu Jiahang was taking a deep breath, preparing to grit his teeth, when he stopped again.

"Obviously you've rehearsed the lines in your mind and practiced your reactions, after all, you're a seasoned consultant."

Nan Zhuren continued unhurriedly, "But the wonder of the human body lies here: you can plan to perform, to restrain yourself, to deceive others, but you can't deceive your own body's instinctive reactions."

“For example, right now—” Nan Zhuren suddenly held up a finger, “you should swallow your saliva.”

Nan Zhuren hadn't finished speaking.

Gollum—

The spot that Nan Zhuren was pointing to was Liu Jiahang's throat.

Under the watchful eyes of Chonghui and Nan Zhuren, he swallowed.

“If this action is accompanied by ‘gritting teeth,’ then it can be understood as the restraint of [anger]. But now—” Nan Zhuren’s index finger moved up and then drew a circle on Liu Jiahang’s face: “This is called [guilt].

Nan Zhuren sighed, "I'm all too familiar with this kind of emotion. In my previous workplace, there were always people with similar emotions hovering around me when I first started out."

"That's why I noticed your reaction the moment I walked in."

Nan Zhuren recalled her brief encounter with Liu Jiahang at the front desk.

“After we met, we chatted for a short while at the front desk. During this time, your eyes moved very quickly, repeatedly shifting between your senior and the two receptionists within the time it takes to say a sentence. Only when you looked at me did your gaze linger for a long time.”

"The smile on your face was frozen, remaining unchanged for more than ten seconds."

"Your posture is very upright, as if you want to appear calm; but you are holding the package you just received in your arms, isolating yourself from others, and you are holding it very tightly."

Nan Zhuren sighed.

"Of course, there are other interpretations for these expressions and actions. After all, you were late and someone else took the blame, so you might have other emotions. For example, feelings of guilt, shame, or nervousness. But there are always one or two reactions that conflict with these emotions."

"It just so happens to be a perfect match for [a guilty conscience]."

Nan Zhuren recited the details with great familiarity: "If it's 'guilt,' your body should be slightly curled up or relaxed, and your eyes should maintain eye contact for a considerable time; if it's 'shame' for your unprofessional behavior, your self-deprecating laughter should come in waves, as for 'nervousness'—"

"As a consulting director, you shouldn't have those kinds of emotions."

"So there's only one answer: you're feeling guilty. This feeling is directed at the front desk, at your senior colleague, or at someone connected to them."

“I guessed it was a teacher.” Nan Zhuren stared at Liu Jiahang’s face. “—Very good, I guessed right.”

Chonghui looked at Liu Jiahang.

His abilities are not as strong as Nan Zhuren's, but by working backward from the answer, he can still glean some insights from Liu Jiahang.

This consulting manager once again demonstrated the characteristic of being "guilty".

"This leads to a new question: Under what circumstances would a consulting manager who is late feel guilty?"

Nan Zhuren slowly said, "There is only one answer: you did something that you thought would anger the teacher."

"Let me guess, you've taken on some freelance work? Hmm—that's right."

"What kind of work is it? Did you find another visitor? -- Wrong."

“That means you’re contacting other clients privately—great, that’s correct.”

Nan Zhuren showed a satisfied expression: "It is indeed a big deal that you neglected the company's business, delayed the consultation, and stood up the visitor because of your own side business."

"I guess you originally thought you could handle it, but you unexpectedly found that this side job was taking up a lot of your time, so you came up with an excuse halfway through, right?"

Nan Zhuren nodded: "Very good—you're right again."

Nan Zhuren looked at Chonghui: "This explains why you felt that Teacher Liu's reaction today was so different from usual, because he was indeed acting strangely."

Faced with Nan Zhuren's series of analyses and self-questioning and answering, Chonghui first showed an expression of enjoyment, then turned to Liu Jiahang and his expression turned cold.

Liu Jiahang was so cornered that he didn't have time to think or speak. Now he finally seized an opportunity and wanted to retort.

“I told you that my junior brother is very capable, not only in consulting, but also in micro-expression analysis, he is better than me.”

Chonghui stopped Liu Jiahang's movement in a deep voice: "No need to refute. Do you still remember what your research group studied? Do you think that if your junior can see it, your teacher can't?"

(End of this chapter)