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

Chapter 462 You also have depression?

Nan Zhuren began to sized up the other person.

The visitor was a man in his early twenties, with a familiar clarity in his eyes. Nan Zhuren guessed he was either a senior undergraduate, a recent graduate, or a graduate student.

He was of medium build, rather stocky, with a round face and wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a sun-protective jacket over a standard short-sleeved shirt, and shorts.

"Hello, teacher." Upon seeing Nan Zhuren, the visitor nodded vigorously, tilting his upper body slightly to make a gesture that resembled a bow.

Yes, they should be college students, the kind who don't have jobs.

"Hello, please have a seat." Nan Zhuren gestured with his palm up towards the sofa. "My surname is Nan, you can call me Teacher Nan."

The visitor's movements were somewhat stiff; in other words, he seemed a little "dazed."

"Hello teacher, my name is Yu Qi." After settling down on the double sofa, his first words were, "Teacher, I have had depression for four years."

Nan Zhuren adjusted her expression, her smile fading slightly, and unconsciously straightened her posture.

First, check the patient's medical history: "How was the diagnosis made?"

The visitor took a deep breath: "For a while, I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't sleep well, and I had no energy to do anything, so I went to see a doctor. The doctor did some tests on me and prescribed some medicine."

Nan Zhuren pressed on, "What kind of examination?"

"It's just filling out some forms and stuff."

Nan Zhuren pressed further, "Are there any other physiological examinations?"

The visitor was taken aback: "Do you need it?"

Nan Zhuren smiled and turned in another direction: "How do you usually take your medicine?"

The visitor shook his head: "I was worried that those medicines might be bad for my health, so I didn't dare to take them much... but I did get some medicine prescribed, you can see for yourself, teacher."

As he spoke, the visitor took out his phone, found a picture, and placed it in front of Nan Zhuren.

Nan Zhuren glanced at the photo, then at the visitor's expression.

Before Nan Zhuren could even prompt the process, the visitor quickly responded: "I came to see you today for counseling because I've been feeling unwell again recently due to depression, so I hope you can help me and see how to solve my problem."

Nan Zhuren nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay."

He then gestured for the visitor to begin telling their story.

The visitor pursed his lips:

"At the beginning, it was because I joined a club in college. I didn't have much interaction with any of the girls in the club, but I don't understand why, in the second semester of my sophomore year, someone suddenly said that I was harassing her."

Nan Zhuren raised an eyebrow: "'Her'?"

It means they want to know the girl's name.

The visitor simply nodded: "I don't even know who it is. It must be the other person's vanity that's causing this, slandering me."

Nan Zhuren relaxed slightly, leaned back, and held her index finger up in front of her lips.

The visitor continued: "Then, some liberal arts guys in my class, like Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang, whose family backgrounds and IQs are far inferior to mine, used the fact that they harassed girls to mock me."

Nan Zhuren raised an eyebrow, giving a slight facial expression. "If this harassment of girls happened to someone else, Yang Shihua would probably just say a few words in private and let it go." The visitor wrinkled his nose. "But Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang wanted to use this incident to vent their years of resentment towards science students and towards me, a Shanghainese—Zhen Xiang got in with a C in physics on the college entrance exam, and both he and Yang Shihua failed their advanced mathematics retake before graduation."

The visitor's gaze was fixed on Nan Zhuren's face, but it was unclear whether he was looking at Nan Zhuren's eyes or other parts of his face.

"So Yang Shihua posted announcements in the club, wrote them into his memoirs and uploaded them to the group files, and even reported me to the school where I was doing my graduate studies..."

There's a lot of information, but the logic is a bit messy.

Nan Zhuren gestured with his hand, making a combing motion, and asked:
"Who are these 'Yang Shihua' and 'Zhen Xiang'?"

“They’re all my roommates, and Yang Shihua was even the president of our old club,” the visitor replied.

Nan Zhuren nodded to indicate that she understood, and then asked, "Are you currently pursuing a master's degree?"

The visitor nodded.

Nan Zhuren felt that he was about to witness the biodiversity of graduate students again today.

The visitor continued his story, gritting his teeth as he said, "My relationship with Yang Shihua was initially quite good. But after I had been the subject of rumors for a year, he suddenly wrote some kind of memoir in his group chat, in which he mentioned this incident."

"He used some exaggerated and disgusting words, saying that I had 'long-term harassment of girls in the club.' Actually, I don't even think it counts as 'harassment,' but he still said 'long-term,' which is really malicious!"

The visitor frowned: "He's been trying to harm me ever since then."

Nan Zhuren raised an eyebrow, finding many points in this statement rather strange.

However, the visitors seemed to be in a very good mood, so it was neither convenient nor necessary to interrupt them.

Nan Zhuren continued listening.

"Although Yang Shihua didn't use this incident to criticize me like Zhen Xiang did, he has always had an incurable habit of making me look bad in public—his memoir is proof of that!"

The visitor pouted forcefully, feigning grievance, but her eyes were filled with anger.

"It's no coincidence that Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang accused me of harassing girls and have been holding onto this issue. It's inevitable that they're birds of a feather, because they're both intellectually challenged and have failed their advanced mathematics exams repeatedly."

"They're also praising themselves by praising each other. They're belittling me by talking about harassing girls, which is also a way of elevating themselves. Zhen Xiang got a C in physics on the college entrance exam, but he performed exceptionally well and got into our school, becoming my roommate. In the end, he failed his advanced mathematics retake before graduating in his senior year. What does that say? A bad student is a bad student, and if you're not good enough, you're not good enough."

Nan Zhuren sorted through the information—was there anything in that last sentence that he had said before?
The visitor spoke faster and faster: "Zhen Xiang likes to call me Yu Dai, Yu Lai, Yu Nan, Lai B... He especially likes to use words with words like 'lai' and 'slut' to curse me. I can't remember how many times he cursed me during my college years. I don't know what big mistake I made that made him hold a grudge and curse me with these words every time we meet."

“I’m certain that Zhen Xiang didn’t sympathize with the girl; he just wanted to use the ‘I meant to harass the girl’ thing to belittle me. He got a C in physics on his college entrance exam, but he performed exceptionally well and got into our current university. However, he failed his advanced mathematics retake before graduation.”

Nan Zhuren blinked, confirming that he was not under the attack of the [Golden Experience Requiem], but rather that the visitor was repeating a passage.

The visitor pouted forcefully: "I got an A+ in physics on my college entrance exam, but I only got into my current university because an injury I sustained before the exam affected my performance. Zhen Xiang is jealous of me. If he really dislikes the matter itself, there's no need to escalate it to a personal attack on me. Our university has now abolished the harmful college entrance exam system and switched to the national exam. If we had taken the national exam, Zhen Xiang would only have been able to go to a junior college, while I could have gone to a 985 university!"

At this point, the visitor's voice suddenly rose, and he began to pant.

Nan Zhuren thought for a moment, trying to steer the conversation in the right direction: "It sounds like the problem stems from your interaction with another girl in the club?"

Nan Zhuren tried his best to soften his words.

Could you tell me more about that incident?

(End of this chapter)