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

Chapter 437 This isn't a deliberately created conflict; this is really how it is in reality.

Chonghui expertly pulled a folder from his workstation.

He first briefly said to Nan Zhuren's new assistant, "Xiao Kai, this is the new senior brother we told you about. From now on, you will be his assistant."

Then Chonghui handed the folder in his hand to Nan Zhuren: "This kid is quite proactive. Among this year's undergraduate students, he's the only one the professor has supervised for his graduation project. And... wait, you two know each other?"

As the senior student, Chonghui occasionally takes charge of the research group, and we are currently preparing to introduce ourselves.

However, his professional observation skills revealed that the two people did not seem to be meeting for the first time.

It seems like it doesn't really need an introduction?

Nan Zhuren chuckled and took the folder from Chonghui, nodding: "It's quite a coincidence, I was sitting right next to him when I flew here."

There was a little incident that happened back then, what was it again?

"So that means Xiao Kai only came back yesterday and went to work today. He's quite hardworking," Chonghui commented.

"Okay, then I'll go prepare for my consultation today."

With that, Chonghui left without making a sound, leaving the space to the two of them.

Nan Zhuren opened the folder that Chonghui handed him. Inside was the resume of his assistant. The first line at the top read, "[Name: Mo Kai]".

To be fair, this undergraduate student is quite good-looking. I guess teachers have some standards for appearance when accepting students.

However, it ultimately depends on who you're comparing yourself to.

Nan Zhuren looked up at Mo Kai and said, "Shall we get to know each other first?"

"—You don't need to say where you're from, I know you're from Beidu."

Sure enough, the assistant's face turned even uglier after those words were spoken.

Although it looked bad, the other person's expression didn't convey any sense of fear.

It's still stuck at the level of thinking like "This is a bit troublesome."

They seem quite confident.

Nan Zhuren quickly observed his assistant. Besides his good looks, the assistant's clothing and accessories also showed considerable thought.

Nan Zhuren didn't study this much, but he felt that the other person's shirt was probably worth as much as his own outfit—not to mention the shoes and watch that were even more valuable.

"You majored in applied psychology as an undergraduate? Why did you decide to work as a research assistant during the summer? Was it a required internship by the school, or just to experience it?"

This was said casually, yet it sounded like a question from an interview.

The assistant's answer was brief: "Try it out and see if you're really suited for this line of work."

Although he looked unwell, his answers were rather conventional.

Nan Zhuren couldn't help but think of a high school senior he had taken on in Jiangdu. At the time, the student was confused about the future, and Nan Zhuren's advice was to experience more things and find a direction that suited him.

With this thought in mind, Nan Zhuren nodded, signaling the other party to begin work.

Nan Zhuren didn't have any extra thoughts, but she didn't want to spend any more time explaining.

You'll gradually get to know what kind of person you are and what kind of person the other person is as you go along.

The most important thing right now is to get familiar with the new work environment; this is only Nan Zhuren's second time here.

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Friends who frequently get into trouble know that when you feel you've done something wrong and might be punished, the scariest thing isn't the so-called "punishment."

Instead, it's a process of waiting for so-called "punishment".

Mo Kai stared at Nan Zhuren's profile as she sat down calmly. Although that profile was extremely handsome, Mo Kai inexplicably had hallucinations of equally handsome, yet expressionless and intensely intimidating, profiles in works of art.

For example, Keanu Reeves, whose car was stolen and whose dog was killed.

"Brother Huang, what's going on with Teacher Nan?"

Mo Kai asked another consulting assistant beside him.

Although Mo Kai arrived only an hour or so earlier than Nan Zhuren, he had already had a very good chat with the other consulting assistants.

Coincidentally, Nan Zhuren has also been the focus of the company's discussion these past two days, with assistants and other consultants engaging in extensive discussions about him.

"I heard that the boss brought it back from Jiangdu, and it just arrived at the company yesterday."

Mo Kai pressed further, "How capable are you? Are you good at consulting?"

The assistant being questioned gave a strange look: "I only received one inquiry yesterday, and I haven't even been able to handle it yet."

Upon hearing this, Mo Kai's expression relaxed slightly, and he felt much less oppressed when looking at Nan Zhuren's profile.

With that face, that experience, that ability—could he just be a mascot?

"However, yesterday's consultation was just a scapegoat, so it's normal that he couldn't handle it." The assistant surnamed Huang added, "This Teacher Nan has a pretty strong personality, and he directly argued with Lao Liu—our supervisor—about it."

Upon hearing this, Mo Kai couldn't help but take another deep breath.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, a consultant's head popped out from the side: "Xiao Huang, hasn't the boss come out yet?"

When it came to work, the assistant surnamed Huang immediately suppressed his gossip and straightened his expression.

He pointed in the direction of the boss's office: "The boss is still chatting with Lao Liu... It's rare for the boss to come to the company today, and he's here so early..."

The consultant frowned: "Stand up for your apprentice? Although it was indeed Lao Liu's fault for being late... I have important business to discuss with them right now."

Upon hearing this, the assistant surnamed Huang showed a troubled expression.

After the consultant turned and left, Mo Kai asked curiously, "What's up, Brother Huang? Is it convenient to ask?"

Just then, someone complained, and since it wasn't anything confidential, the assistant immediately said, "Around eight o'clock this morning, a visitor suddenly contacted us online asking for our address, saying they wanted to ask for advice."

"Then she told us... 'Okay, I'll be there around 10 o'clock.' But when I tried to contact her again, she never replied."

Mo Kai blinked, then said incredulously, "It's almost 9:30! And...don't you need to book a psychological counseling session at least 24 hours in advance?"

The assistant, surnamed Huang, looked at Mo Kai with the classic look one would give a student.

Regulations are summaries of certain situations in reality, but real-world situations do not always unfold according to the standards set in the regulations.

Although Bai Qinghua's company is perfectly legitimate, visitors still occasionally launch surprise attacks.

There are precedents for situations like today.

"What should we do in this situation? Should we arrange for a counselor immediately?" Mo Kai asked.

"How could that be? Let alone whether they have time, it also depends on whether the consultant is willing," the assistant surnamed Huang exaggeratedly said. "Teacher Zhang just asked me, saying that she doesn't plan to take this consultation and wants to report to Lao Liu first, so as not to make things unclear later."

In other words, you don't intend to take this consultation.

"Yeah, of course I won't answer... huh?"

The consultant, surnamed Huang, blinked, realizing that the person asking the question didn't seem to be Mo Kai.

(End of this chapter)