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

Chapter 480 Why is everyone working overtime today?
Assign homework.

Upon hearing this word, the visitor paused, his attention sharpening.

This assignment addresses a problem that the client currently has, but which Nan Zhuren didn't have time to resolve during this consultation.

As Nan Zhuren pulled an A4 sheet of paper from the folder, she said, "Do you remember your answer when I asked you about your 'feelings' just now?"

The visitor paused, then looked embarrassed: "I didn't understand that question correctly... Just like you said, I answered 'thoughts' instead of 'feelings'."

Nan Zhuren shook his head: "Not only that, what you said is not just an ordinary feeling."

“You said you felt 'naive' and 'stupid' back then; you said you used to laugh at those who were deceived for being too stupid, but now you've been the one who was deceived.”

After hearing Nan Zhuren repeat himself, the visitor blinked but remained silent.

"These are all reflections, but reflection itself has a problem: when our words are directed at others, we may stop short of making a point due to various considerations such as etiquette—"

"—But when reflecting, when evaluating oneself, it is easy to lose a bottom line and lose the 'degree' of evaluation."

Nan Zhuren looked into the visitor's eyes and said, "Your 'reflections' were too aggressive in their wording. In other words—Zhihao, you are too aggressive towards yourself."

“Even too strong.”

There was a moment of silence in the consultation room.

After allowing the visitor to think in silence for a while...

Nan Zhuren then spoke again: "If you can, can you recall now what the most aggressive thing you said to yourself was when you were 'reflecting' after this incident?"

The visitor pursed his lips, took two breaths, and replied, "I think... I was too arrogant, and I deserved to be deceived."

Nan Zhuren made no comment on the aggressive nature of this "reflection," neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Nan Zhuren simply handed the visitor a piece of A4 paper he had just pulled out: "Write down the second half of this sentence, write 'Nan Zhihao deserved to be deceived'."

The visitor blinked, and without much thought or hesitation, took the paper and pen handed to him by Nan Zhuren and quickly wrote down his thoughts.

Nan Zhuren continued, "Okay, next, black out the part with the name, leaving only 'XXX deserved to be cheated'."

The visitor did as instructed.

Nan Zhuren continued, "Alright, didn't you say before that one of your comrades was also deceived? Now write your comrade's name next to the blacked-out name."

--brush.

The visitor's pen paused.

Nan Zhuren looked at the visitor.

The visitor looked up at Nan Zhuren.

A long period of hesitation and reflection.

"Can't you write it down?" Nan Zhuren asked after a long while.

“...I can’t write it down,” the visitor nodded.

Nan Zhuren smiled and said, "Very good. So, for the next week until our next consultation, whenever you want to 'reflect' and attack yourself, I need you to write down those 'reflections,' then black out your own name and write down your comrade's name."

"If you can't write it down, I hope you can think about why. Bring the answer back to me next week, okay?"

This is a very simple cognitive restructuring process.

In a written form, help visitors recognize their cognitive conflicts and then encourage them to try to think about them independently.

In situations where there isn't much time to deal with things, this is the most convenient and easiest way to intervene.

The visitor took a deep breath: "I understand, teacher."

Nan Zhuren nodded: "Okay, let's summarize today's consultation and what you need to do when you get back."

……

The consultation was wrapping up inside the consultation room.

Outside the door, Mo Kai took out his phone to check the time and looked towards the consultation room in the distance.

This time, he didn't just stand at the door and wait. A dozen minutes earlier, Nan Zhuren had already sent a message to Mo Kai, indicating that the consultation would be extended and asking Mo Kai not to knock on the door midway.

Meanwhile, since this is the second consultation for this client and there is no need for renewal at the moment, theoretically Mo Kai, the consultation assistant, has little opportunity to appear.

However, out of courtesy, after the visitor finishes their consultation, the assistant should still escort them to the door and see them out. If you want to be even more respectful, you should also help them press the elevator button.

Only then is a consultation considered complete.

Therefore, Mo Kai still needs to keep a close eye on this consultation and wait for it to end.

Finally, to Mo Kai's eager anticipation—

With a click, the door to the consultation room opened.

Mo Kai stood up as if by reflex and strode forward. Sure enough, he saw a visitor with a familiar expression of "a clear face," "a feeling of complete comfort," and "as if reborn" walk out of the door.

Mo Kai chuckled inwardly: [In a way, psychological counseling is quite like a psychological massage… Wait, why does this person look so unfamiliar? Who is he?]

The consulting assistant was filled with doubt, while the visitor's expression changed drastically the moment the door opened.

The ease and clarity on that face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye;

His curved lips were instantly straightened, his relaxed brows furrowed in an instant, and his loose neck suddenly tensed.

Before Mo Kai could speak, the visitor turned around and darted back into the consultation room.

"Excuse me, teacher, I left something here." Mo Kai heard the visitor say this in the consultation room.

Mo Kai blinked.

When the visitor came out of the consultation room again, he was wearing a mask, a baseball cap, and had his sun protection clothing zipped up tightly.

It looks hot.

However, this time Mo Kai recognized who the visitor was.

"Hello, please follow me this way..."

After Mo Kai led the visitor away, Nan Zhuren also came out of the consultation room, rubbing his forehead.

Even with eight consultations a day and some emotional readjustment to adjust her state, Nan Zhuren's mind is still in a mess.

With a sigh of relief, Nan Zhuren poured himself a bitter iced Americano from the break room and sipped it as he returned to his office.

It was almost time to leave work, and the consultants had already packed up their things and were chatting in small groups; a few assistants were organizing materials for the next day, but most were also preparing to leave.

In this atmosphere.

brush--

As soon as Nan Zhuren entered the room, the conversation in the office area stopped abruptly.

"Teacher Nan, you're off work?" A white-bearded consultant greeted Nan Zhuren. He had taken over one of Nan Zhuren's cases and probably felt that he had a good relationship with Nan Zhuren, so he could exchange pleasantries.

"Yeah, it's almost time to get off work," Nan Zhuren replied.

“The eighth consultation,” the white-bearded man said again.

"Yes, the eighth one."

"hiss--"

The white-bearded consultant's expression didn't change much, nor did he make any movements, but Nan Zhuren faintly heard a sound like a 3D surround sound of gasping for air.

"Teacher Nan... how many consultations are there tomorrow? Eight, too?"

"It's not decided yet, wait for me..."

Before they could say anything more, footsteps suddenly sounded behind them.

Chonghui, who spends his days processing data at the school, stepped into the office area.

The tall and imposing Chonghui looked around and said in surprise, "Huh? Why is everyone here today? Are they all working overtime?"

(End of this chapter)