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

Chapter 458 The First Visitor

In the early morning, my phone started vibrating, and the alarm clock went off.

Nan Zhuren opened his eyes on the second ring and reached out to press the switch.

Last night, I practiced multiple-choice questions until late without using flow or memory palace techniques to train my thinking skills, since my brain is usually tired before bed.

There's no need to use the "emotional readjustment" debuff to help you sleep; you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Nan Zhuren's biological clock is very regular.

After getting up and washing up, Nan Zhuren felt refreshed and full of energy, eagerly anticipating the new day.

Upon opening the door, I saw Chonghui packing his things.

"Junior brother, you're up so early? Oh right, you have a consultation today..." Thinking of Nan Zhuren's arrangements for the day, Chonghui hesitated, then stopped himself, and finally said nothing.

Nan Zhuren greeted him with a smile, "Senior brother, you're leaving so early today. Come to think of it, I didn't see you when I came back last night."

Chonghui looked exhausted: "After finishing my consultation yesterday, I went to the research group to process the data. I didn't finish until almost midnight. The paper..."

As he spoke, Chonghui's weariness almost spilled out. Nan Zhuren listened with a smile to all of his tall senior brother's complaints.

Then I heard Chonghui say, "Speaking of which, you've been here for several days now and haven't even checked out the office yet... Never mind, you probably won't be free today either, I'll be going now."

"Okay," Nan Zhuren said with a smile as he took his leave.

After packing his things and going downstairs, Mo Kai, who was young but already owned a car, was waiting expectantly in a car with the license plate starting with "Bei".

Although it was her first time riding in Mo Kai's car, Nan Zhuren skillfully opened the passenger door and took the breakfast that Mo Kai handed her.

The breakfast was quite simple: a packaged congee with preserved egg and lean pork in a plastic cup with a straw, a vegetable bun, and a braised pork bun.

"From the cafeteria?"

Mo Kai started the car and nodded succinctly: "Yes."

Nan Zhuren took a bite of the braised pork bun, then sipped some of the preserved egg and lean pork congee, and nodded: "I think I'll like the school cafeteria in the future."

The car's air conditioning expelled the sweltering heat that had been rising since early morning. As usual, they passed through the basement and elevator before arriving at the company lobby. Neither of them broke a sweat along the way.

The two receptionists seemed to have been prepared beforehand. Upon seeing Nan Zhuren, their fatigue from getting up at eight in the morning vanished.

Shanshan, the receptionist, still had her hand under the table, as if she was preparing to do something.

Good morning, Teacher Nan. Have you had breakfast yet?

"I've already eaten. Good morning to you all too." Nan Zhuren nodded slightly with a standard social smile and headed straight for the office area.

"Good morning." Mo Kai nodded to the receptionist, who looked utterly defeated, and followed Nan Zhuren inside.

The assistant made his way to his workstation, pulled out a folder that had been prepared the day before from the book stand, and handed it to Nan Zhuren.

Nan Zhuren's expression didn't change, but the atmosphere around him inexplicably exuded a sense of joy. He took the documents and went straight back to his seat. He checked them against the notes he had made yesterday, then took a few blank A4 sheets of paper, stuffed them into a folder, and walked towards an empty consultation room.

The counselors are not required to work regular hours; they only come to the office when they have consultations. Although the counselors here are all very motivated, only a minority are willing to take on consultations at 8 a.m.

As a result, most of the office area was empty, with only assistants organizing documents there.

Only after seeing Nan Zhuren's figure disappear into the office area did Assistant Huang, along with several nearby consulting assistants, dare to approach Mo Kai for a chat.

"Xiao Mo, you're here so early," the assistant surnamed Huang greeted her first. "How many consultations have you arranged for Teacher Xiao Nan today?" "Eight."

The assistant, surnamed Huang, gasped, "Hiss... Are you serious? Aren't you afraid of making him throw up?"

They've been with the company for so long, and they've never seen a consultant go to such extremes.

Mo Kai said matter-of-factly, "Senior brother must have his reasons for making such a request. I'll just follow along."

These words made the assistants' teeth ache again. They exchanged glances, as if asking, "Is any of you so superstitious about your therapist?"

They exchanged glances, then realized there was nothing.

Just as they were about to say something, Mo Kai, having already finished organizing the documents, stood up and said, "The first visitor is about to arrive. I'll go and give some instructions to the front desk."

Mo Kai was also a little nervous. Strictly speaking, this was the first visitor to come to his door following the normal procedure.

This is just the first step towards getting back to normal work.

The young man's figure quickly disappeared from sight, and then another assistant hurriedly entered the office area. After checking that he wasn't late, this assistant breathed a sigh of relief and smoothly slipped into the gossip group of the assistant surnamed Huang.

"Hey, there's a red Ferrari I've never seen before parked in our company's parking space. Do you guys know whose it is?"

The assistant, surnamed Huang, tilted his head towards the door: "Who else could it be? It must be the one who just went out."

The newly arrived assistant quickly lost interest: "Why would a rich kid like him come here as our assistant?"

The assistant, surnamed Huang, chuckled lightly: "I talked to him yesterday. He said something like, 'My family background can reduce obstacles at turning points in my life, but it can't keep pushing me directly to these turning points. In the end, one has to rely on oneself,' etc. In the end, he's still too young, thinking about working hard..."

The gossip group erupted in a burst of ambiguous laughter, which quickly turned into a similar wave of disinterest.

The assistant, surnamed Huang, clicked his tongue and said, "Tell me, what exactly did the boss's little apprentice do to make Xiao Mo so obedient? Shouldn't rich kids be arrogant?"

The "boss's little apprentice" in this sentence still refers to Nan Zhuren. Although Mo Kai also calls Nan Zhuren "senior brother", in the eyes of the company people, Mo Kai is just a "student". There are many other "students" with the same status in the company.

Another assistant countered, "That's not fair. Xiao Mo is quite capable."

In just a few days, all the assistants present were treated to coffee or milk tea, and it was the kind of high-end brand where a cup of coffee cost as much as the living expenses of an ordinary ox or horse for one or two days.

"He who eats another's food is bound to him," the assistant surnamed Huang quickly changed the subject: "Today, the boss's apprentice received eight inquiries. How many do you think he can keep going?"

The new topic raised by the assistant surnamed Huang sparked a discussion, with many assistants wanting to make a bet, but then they stopped talking.

Because they found...it really doesn't seem easy to say?

……

Nan Zhuren was unaware of the discussions among her assistants outside, and even if she did, she wouldn't care.

He focused intently on adjusting his state of mind.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and the first visitor of the day arrived.

(End of this chapter)