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

Chapter 493 Lecture Volunteers

After the boy named Che Qin, with his clear eyes, sat down, Nan Zhuren called on another student to stand up and do a scene simulation.

Of course, Nan Zhuren has set up another campus-related scene this time.

The topics for the two simulations cannot be repeated.

But this time the student reacted quickly: "Teacher, thank you for telling me this news, but may I confirm it with my counselor and advisor first? I'll contact you again later if it's convenient..."

Correct answer.

Nan Zhuren led the applause.

The student continued, "Teacher, you used other methods in this conversation, didn't you? For example, you used your authority as a teacher; you also said that you asked other teachers in advance if I might fail the course, which increased credibility; and you used topics related to grades and didn't mention money, so we wouldn't be suspicious."

"But you'll definitely have other clever ways to get me to transfer money later, I just stopped what might happen later..."

Even better, it allows for applying what has been learned to other situations.

Nan Zhuren led the applause again, and this time many students joined in with their praise.

The staff member sitting in front of Xia Tian looked completely bewildered.

"It feels... just so-so," someone said softly. "It's not as amazing as the rumors make it out to be."

In the gossip surrounding this young psychologist, stories of him "spotting an elderly man faking an accident," "identifying thugs," and "saving the presiding judge of the First Civil Division" have been circulated in all sorts of bizarre ways.

"But these analyses and simulations we're doing now... don't seem to offer anything new?"

Some people next to the speaker nodded, while others couldn't help but ask, "Can you achieve the same effect as him?"

The staff member who spoke at first was dismissive: "Lectures depend on the students. Look, he only selected two students. The first one was a bit clueless, but the second one was very cooperative. Maybe we've encountered the wrong students before. Students from these high-level schools are just more well-behaved..."

"And I heard that the higher-ups even allocated a sum of money to hire him to analyze some psychological causes, but he didn't come up with anything new. Aren't these all the same old stuff? ... It would be better to give us more subsidies."

This statement resonated with quite a bit.

Judge Chen, who was sitting at the front, cleared his throat and reminded, "Keep your voice down."

Not far away, after inviting one student to speak at the end, Nan Zhuren officially announced the end of the lecture.

Judge Chen stood up with an inscrutable expression, preparing to leave, when he suddenly felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.

Judge Chen shielded the microphone with his hand: "Hello, Dean... Yes, I'm giving a lecture at the school right now."

"Hmm? You have a rather special case for me? It was just transferred from the prosecutor's office?"

"It's very special. How so?"

Hearing the leaders talking about serious matters, the staff behind them immediately lowered their voices, but they exchanged glances, as it still seemed quite noisy.

Xia Tian pursed her lips and glanced at them, then patted her face and forced a smile, holding a bottle of mineral water as she went to greet Nan Zhuren: "Teacher Nan, thank you for your hard work."

The school teachers remained in the classroom to give concluding remarks, while Nan Zhuren and his group left first.

On the bus, Xia Tian checked her phone and suddenly asked Nan Zhuren, "Teacher Nan, we're arranging our upcoming itinerary and starting to discuss specific times with the universities we're working with. I remember you have a few regular consultations, right? When are they? Can we schedule them differently?"

“Okay.” Nan Zhuren nodded, took out his schedule and checked it with Mo Kai one last time, then reported it to Xia Tian.

……

Just as Xia Tian had said, the court held a lecture every two days on average in order to speed up the process.

Nan Zhuren scheduled his long-term consultations for his days off, interspersing them with his lectures in an orderly manner.

He didn't take on any new consultations; he simply focused on advancing the cases he had on hand.

Amidst the well-organized work pace, each visitor received two more consultations, and several lectures were held. Time quickly passed, and the end of the month arrived.

There was a "di" sound.

Completely wrapped up, Nan Zhihao pushed open the dormitory door. He had just met with Nan Zhuren and completed his weekly consultation.

As soon as he closed the door, Nan Zhihao took off his hat, mask, and sun-protective jacket, panting heavily like a drowning person.

Then, feeling that wasn't enough, he turned on the air conditioner, took off his short-sleeved shirt and trousers, leaving himself completely naked except for his underwear, revealing his well-maintained and well-defined muscles, even though he had been retired from the military for a long time.

During this process, Nan Zhihao unconsciously aggravated his wound. There was still a laceration on his shoulder where the stitches had recently been removed; the edges of the broken skin resembled those of a pupa that had tried to break through the thick walls of its cocoon but ultimately failed, presenting an undulating appearance between rebirth and death.

It was summer vacation, but Nan Zhihao chose to stay at school for his studies, so he was the only student in the dormitory.

There was a public bathroom at the end of each floor, but Nan Zhihao, who was covered in sweat, did not go in. Instead, he carefully took off the hourglass pendant from his chest and put it aside, then filled a basin with cold water using the dormitory tap.

With a "whoosh," it was from head to toe.

"crash"

"crash"

This was repeated several times. The sudden change in temperature caused the breathing to quicken rapidly, and then it gradually calmed down.

Nan Zhihao forcefully wiped away the condensation on the mirror in front of him, staring at the panting face reflected there for a long time, lost in thought.

"Ding Dong"

Nan Zhihao's phone suddenly beeped. He went over and swiped to check, only to find a message in the college's WeChat group.

[Counselor Cai: According to the school's notice, court staff will be giving an anti-fraud awareness lecture in the large lecture hall of Building 6 on Friday. Given the recent frequent safety incidents, we hope that students staying on campus will actively participate. Each student who attends will have their attendance counted as one school-level activity.]

Counselor Cai: Also, our college needs one volunteer for this lecture. Students who haven't completed their volunteer hours this semester are encouraged to seize this opportunity and sign up by typing "1" in the comments to contact all members.

Nan Zhihao's fingers twitched slightly, but he did not make any further moves.

He just stared at the phone screen, his breathing becoming rapid again, as if he was struggling with something.

Li Yanghan: 1.

Counselor Cai: The volunteer quota is full. Please have Li Yanghan join the volunteer group. Please have all participating students join the lecture group. Online check-in will be conducted at that time. Only successful check-in will count towards your participation in the event.

Counselor Cai: Anti-fraud awareness lecture volunteer group [QR code]
Counselor Cai: Join the anti-fraud awareness lecture group [QR code]

Nan Zhihao let out a long breath, his eyes showing both regret and relief, and tossed his phone aside as if he had gotten rid of something.

He then dried himself off, changed into his pajamas, and returned to his seat, clutching the hourglass pendant he had received from the consultation room in his palm.

His gaze was unfocused, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

The phone sent a few more message notifications, but Nan Zhihao was already lost in his own thoughts and didn't pay any attention to them.

After a while.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Nan Zhihao frowned, got up to open the door, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Yang Han?"

Li Yanghan, a friend of Nan Zhihao, smiled and said, "Brother Nan, I've run out of cigarettes. Can I borrow one from you?"

(End of this chapter)