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

Chapter 483 New knowledge entering my brain... I need to find an opportunity to put it into practice.

At Nan Zhuren's strong request, and with Xia Tian's active cooperation.

The day after the dinner, Nan Zhuren was granted permission to go to the court ahead of time and begin reviewing all the case files related to fraud crimes that had been handled in the area.

"Is this alright? Will there be any confidentiality issues?" Nan Zhuren asked Xia Tian before opening the file.

The items in front of me have not undergone any confidentiality measures; they contain detailed information, including names, dates, and methods of committing crimes.

Being able to come into direct contact with these things so quickly, Nan Zhuren could probably understand what role the bridge played in the summer and was worried about what kind of trouble it might cause the little girl.

"It's alright, Teacher Nan." Xia Tian handed over a cup of coffee and said softly, "These things are indeed not convenient to show to outsiders."

"But once you start working, even undergraduate interns can access and learn from these resources—of course, Professor Nan can too now."

The little girl's eyes crinkled with laughter.

Nan Zhuren took a sip of the iced Americano that was handed to him and felt a refreshing aroma.

"But you can only look at it here, you can't take it out." Xia Tian specifically reminded her before leaving.

“Of course.” Nan Zhuren nodded.

This is not a problem for him.

After going to work in the summer, Nan Zhuren began to peruse the files in his hands at a speed comparable to quantum speed reading.

He used both hands, with a document on each side of his body. When he turned the page with his left hand, he would use the gap to glance to the right, and then, after just one glance, he would raise his right hand to turn the page, while simultaneously turning his gaze back to the left.

The rustling of papers and the interplay of glances created a positive cycle, with not a single second wasted. The small archive room seemed to suddenly be crammed with an entire team, the sounds of their busy work filling the air.

In just one morning, Nan Zhuren had thoroughly reviewed all the relevant files.

Summer, having finished her early shift, arrived almost right on time, smiling expectantly and asking, "How was your experience, Teacher Nan? Are you coming again this afternoon?"

Nan Zhuren thought for a moment, but before he could answer, Xia Tian dismissed his question: "Let's forget it. Teacher Nan should be reviewing his major courses this afternoon. The test is this weekend."

Nan Zhuren remained silent; this was the theoretical arrangement for today. They still needed to deal with Bai Qinghua appropriately.

"But..." Xia Tian's eyes lit up with anticipation again, "Is it okay if we eat together?"

"That's no problem," Nan Zhuren nodded. "Of course."

……

After finishing his morning's activities, Nan Zhuren returned to his residence.

With Chonghui not around, Nan Zhuren went straight to her bedroom, locked the door, and then—

Fall down and go to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in a dream-themed psychological counseling room.

My gaze fell on the bookshelf in the corner. Sure enough, it now had a whole row of files on it.

Nan Zhuren, beaming with joy, took a deep breath: "Alright, let's officially begin work!"

Time passed by minute by minute.

Nan Zhuren quickly became engrossed in the words before him.

In the joint project with the court, Nan Zhuren was not only responsible for analyzing cases, but also for simulating the tone of a fraudster and interacting with students.

This means he needs to understand the logic of fraudsters.

As mentioned before, psychotherapists often exhibit surprisingly low emotional intelligence in their daily lives. This is because the skills they learn, train in, and practice are all based on the premise of applying them in the context of psychotherapy.

Although counselors have studied relevant social psychology theories, this means that if they want to improve their daily communication skills, they need to independently organize relevant knowledge and practice relevant skills in their daily lives, without many professional case references.

Who would think about work-related things after get off work? This leads to many psychology students behaving in ways that don't seem like "psychology students" in their daily lives.

Nan Zhuren was the same.

Although he seems to be handling his interpersonal relationships well now, he has almost entirely achieved this through excellent modeling and explosive numerical values, requiring very little manual operation.

In exceptional circumstances, such as when facing Vice Principal Ma and Wang An, he relied on his IQ to compensate for his EQ in order to engage with them.

Now, these files have opened a new world for Nan Zhuren.

The rhetoric used by scammers is itself a highly condensed summary of the entire team's work, and each of their linguistic traps has a simple yet meticulous psychological logic.

This is why Meng Ting wanted to invite Nan Zhuren to come and analyze the situation.

Nan Zhuren is now studying with great eagerness.

Page after page of case files transformed into vivid case studies. While this might seem to pollute the brain's database in some ways, it did indeed lead to significant improvements for Nan Zhuren in unexpected directions.

Of course, this kind of communication based on case knowledge is essentially exchanging IQ for EQ;

To truly improve one's so-called emotional intelligence, one must engage in extensive practical communication and integrate certain ways of thinking into one's instincts.

Yes, practice.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Nan Zhuren let out a long breath and lifted his head from the books.

His face carried a lingering sense of empathy and unease.

Pressing his hand against his chest, Nan Zhuren felt his heart pounding below.

"These scammers are terrifying..."

Nan Zhuren gritted his teeth: "Even more despicable!"

If these files were compiled into teaching materials, it would be an absolute banned book and a cult classic.

"Fortunately, I was the one learning it." Nan Zhuren felt relieved.

With a thought, most of the files on the bookshelf disappeared, and Nan Zhuren consciously deleted the unimportant information.

There were still more than half of them that he hadn't seen, and an entire afternoon wasn't enough for Nan Zhuren to finish organizing all the cases.

"But the gains were still significant," Nan Zhuren murmured to himself. "Perhaps... I should find an opportunity to give it a try?"

Suddenly, Nan Zhuren seemed to realize something, and with a thought, he withdrew from the dream-themed psychological counseling room.

……

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

Nan Zhuren rolled out of bed, opened the door, and sure enough, it was Chonghui.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Chonghui was there to supervise Nan Zhuren's studies. He glanced casually at Nan Zhuren's energetic face and the open review materials on the table.

Nodding in agreement, the tall senior brother said, "Didn't we agree yesterday that I'd take you to visit the research group tonight?"

“It’s all about balancing work and rest, and this matter has been dragging on for a long time,” Chonghui said with a smile. “I’d like you to see our research group’s equipment and get to know the other graduate students.”

(End of this chapter)