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

Chapter 495 is too humane.
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Nan Zhihao took a deep breath and watched the cigarette butt burn, dry, curl, turn into ashes, and finally fall off.

“Indeed. Luckily, it was you who told me about this.” He nodded to Li Yanghan and said, “Thank you for telling me too.”

Nan Zhihao's gaze was fixed on the flickering cigarette butt, while Li Yanghan's eyes were fixed on Nan Zhihao's face.

Then Nan Zhihao sighed dramatically, "Her imagination is really rich. I've already said that the person who made this thing is a scammer. My teacher has clarified it for me, and I've also reported it to the police. I even posted the case filing document with the official stamp from the Public Security Bureau in the group to clarify things."

Li Yanghan nodded repeatedly: "That's right, the teachers and the police have all stood up for you, Brother Nan, and you've even gone to court."

Nan Zhihao curled his lip again: "That's a photoshopped thing, and she actually said she's seen it before. Not only has she seen that dress, but she also said she's seen the female lead in it."

Li Yanghan nodded repeatedly: "So we also think it's absurd. All we can say is... people only believe what they want to believe."

Nan Zhihao stubbed out his cigarette: "Forget it, it's not a big deal. We didn't really like that person back then, right? When we hung out together, we felt something was off about her, and she even made you and the other guys quite angry. It's just that her friends are our friends too, so we hung out together."

Li Yanghan nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right."

"Besides, even before that incident, I rarely hung out with them anymore, so it wasn't really a loss."

"That's right, that's how it is."

"Then after that incident, she was the only one who deleted me, which made her a bit special. She stopped considering me a friend first, so there was definitely no need for me to ask her to be my friend again."

"Yes, yes."

Li Yanghan simply nodded.

Nan Zhihao clicked his tongue: "I can only say that you've cleared up one of my confusions, and now I know why this happened. I'll just talk to them less in the future."

Li Yanghan nodded: "We don't really hang out with them anymore. A few days ago, we went to take an exam together, and then we had a meal together afterward and chatted like that."

Nan Zhihao nodded as well.

They unconsciously took out another cigarette, and then changed the subject and chatted for a while.

About ten minutes later, Li Yanghan checked her watch before standing up and saying, "I'll head back to my dorm now; I still have to work on my thesis tonight..."

“Okay, you’re busy,” Nan Zhihao replied.

See you tomorrow, Brother Nan.

"..."

Li Yanghan opened the door and went out, but suddenly turned back, leaned half her body in, and grabbed the door frame with one hand.

"Brother Nan, I said 'See you tomorrow'."

He looked at Nan Zhihao's expression, at Nan Zhihao's shoulder, and at Nan Zhihao's body.

"Oh." Nan Zhihao looked up as if waking from a dream, forcing a smile and striking a carefree pose. "See you tomorrow."

Li Yanghan then showed a relieved expression, slammed the door shut, and left.

At that very moment, all of Nan Zhihao's outward energy vanished.

His gaze lost focus, as if he were scrutinizing the air, or as if something nonexistent had captured his vision.

As his chest heaved more and more, he suddenly took a deep breath, like a drowning man finally surfacing, and then gripped the hourglass pendant tightly to his chest. "Huff... five, four... huff... three, two, one..."
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Nan Zhuren's fingers flew across the keyboard.

He would pause every now and then, making a few mouse dragging and adjusting sounds, before quickly resuming the rapid keyboard clatter like raindrops on banana leaves.

He was incredibly fast, and the content on his computer was constantly being updated at an unimaginable pace.

There was almost no pause for thinking; it was as if all the content to be output had already been drafted in one's mind and was just waiting to be put onto the screen with ten fingers.

The other members of the research group, who were secretly watching the commotion from the side, were almost breathless from listening.

—If I had such a smooth output ability, wouldn't I be able to produce a review draft of tens of thousands of words in one night, given enough material?
After a while, Nan Zhuren finally finished his work. Then he dragged the mouse and checked it from beginning to end.

After confirming that everything was correct, he leaned back and let out a long sigh of relief.

"call--"

The other students in the office also breathed a sigh of relief.

The senior student who was in charge of setting questions for Nan Zhuren seemed to think that the two had gotten along quite well, and leaned over to ask, "Junior brother, aren't you studying now? What are you busy with?"

Nowadays, without having to go to the company for consultations, Nan Zhuren has moved his workplace to the research group's office.

Because the internet here is faster.

His daily routine is roughly as follows: studying in his dormitory, consulting at the company, and doing other work in his research group.

As for the fact that he, someone with little student status, officially moved into the research group's workstation—no one said much about it.

After hearing Lucky Senior's question, Nan Zhuren replied, "Teacher's company and the court have a joint project to conduct anti-fraud awareness lectures at other universities. I'm preparing the materials."

"Huh? Is that so?" Lucky Senior Brother blinked, then showed a sympathetic expression.

In their eyes, this falls under the category of "working as a free laborer for the mentor outside of official business."

Suddenly, Lucky Senior Brother looked at Nan Zhuren with more recognition; it turned out that everyone was the same.

“It’s been almost a month now,” Nan Zhuren added.

For a moment, the lucky senior felt that helping his junior with exam questions wasn't such an unacceptable task.

After thinking for a moment, Lucky Senior handed a small stack of printed papers to Nan Zhuren: "I've compiled some materials from our organization's internal multiple-choice question practice camp. You can do it when you have time this week. Then we'll do a mock test on multiple-choice questions next week."

"Okay, thank you, senior brother." Nan Zhuren nodded and accepted it.

"Wait a minute..." Just as Lucky Senior was about to turn back to continue his work, he suddenly noticed another blind spot. "Shouldn't one set of materials for this kind of lecture be usable indefinitely? Why are you still organizing them today?"

“Oh, that?” Nan Zhuren explained, “The cases I chose all happened in universities, so that they would be more relatable to the audience.”

“But the case materials I used before happen to be from the school where I’m going to give a lecture in a few days. The victim may still be working at the school, and I’m worried that it might have some impact.”

Nan Zhuren pointed to the screen: "So I plan to use a new case to illustrate this."

The lucky senior couldn't help but exclaim, "Junior brother, you are so humane!"

(End of this chapter)