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

Chapter 582 A Gathering of Wise Men (In a Positive Context)
Good luck senior was asking Bai Qinghua for advice, but it wasn't considered overstepping his bounds for Chonghui to speak up and offer his own opinion at this time, since his position in the research group was equivalent to that of a "junior supervisor".

For the mentors, apart from the first disciple who will truly teach from the basics step by step, the students who come afterward will basically be taught by the established disciples.

Unless the school has any mandatory teaching tasks, the instructors prefer to be busy with their own other things.

Chonghui fulfilled this role of "junior mentor" in the research group, and it can be said that the junior students in the office today were all mentored by him.

Therefore, his position within the research group was quite exceptional.

Of course, Bai Qinghua wasn't completely uninvolved. Although he had his own small cubicle that was called a "study" but was actually a "gaming room," his students saw him much more often than those in other research groups, and he answered their questions much more frequently.

Another of his close disciples, Shi Qianqian, was discovered by him during her undergraduate studies. He personally laid a solid foundation for her scientific research before allowing her to freely explore her professional field.

Nan Zhuren may not have felt much "guidance" from Bai Qinghua, because his situation is indeed special, and Bai Qinghua has not yet figured out what kind of training plan to develop for him.

At this moment, after Chonghui spoke, Senior Brother Haoyun smoothly glanced past Bai Qinghua.

He looked at Chonghui and said, "Senior brother, that's true... but I don't know how to analyze it."

Psychology and medicine are different. In a hospital, if a unique case is encountered, the series of treatment plans for that case might be published as a separate article, or even more.

As for psychology, if you dare to publish a case study... well, the reviewers will show you what a hierarchy of contempt is.

Therefore, for psychologists in the research field, a particular piece of data can sometimes be a bad thing.

Chonghui thought for a moment, then reached out and said, "Is that the picture you mentioned? Let me see it."

Brother Good Luck handed it over without hesitation.

At just one glance, Chonghui and Bai Qinghua couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

"Wow—this wave is so beautiful," Chonghui exclaimed sincerely.

Bai Qinghua nodded: "Yes, the peaks are high and the troughs are deep, the undulations of the lines are very stable, and the overall shape is quite beautiful."

Chonghui nodded in agreement, summarizing: "It's textbook-level, a rare and excellent performance."

Good Luck Senior nodded along, feeling that his senior and teacher's descriptions were rich and apt, unlike himself who could only say "That was really good." He realized he really needed to study harder.

They were looking at the first image, which showed Nan Zhuren's brainwaves in a static state.

Chonghui quickly flipped to the next page, which showed Nan Zhuren's EEG in a "flow state".

Bai Qinghua and Chonghui's eyebrows furrowed slightly in perfect unison.

Chonghui couldn't help but ask his senior brother Haoyun, "You're working on the assignment I gave you before, right?"

Good Luck Senior nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the one that constantly puts pressure on people through numerical calculations and the reduction of experimental rewards."

Chonghui is very familiar with Brother Haoyun's research topic, which is one of the advantages of a large research group.

Some large projects often span a considerable period of time. If the previous senior students did not finish the project, the new junior students can take over the project.

What's even more impressive is Chonghui's approach. When working on a large project, he might discover other possible branches in the experiment, and then extend these branches into smaller research topics, which he then hands over to his junior colleagues in the research group who don't have as much experience.

It can train newcomers, and if you're lucky, you might even get published in a core journal with a lower quartile ranking.

Chonghui nodded: "This wave is indeed quite interesting."

As he spoke, he turned to the next page of the diagram, showing Nan Zhuren in a state of "emotional readjustment," falling asleep after multiple "emotional readjustments," in a sleep state, and brainwaves showing him waking up quickly from sleep.

Then he kept exclaiming, "This data is really good. It might even lead to an independent experiment... Let me think of some ideas."

He didn't notice that Bai Qinghua's expression gradually became strange.

Good Luck Senior Brother nodded repeatedly, feeling that his senior brother was indeed still the best. When he saw these waves, he was speechless with astonishment, but his senior brother was only slightly amazed before he began to come up with new ideas for his article.

There is still a lot I need to learn.

Bai Qinghua suddenly sighed: "Where did you find this EEG subject?"

Good Luck Senior Brother spoke frankly: "Oh, this is Zhu Ren's EEG. I asked him to be my test subject before, and also to teach him how to read EEGs..."

bass--

Brother Good Luck suddenly felt his vision dim.

Chonghui sprang up with a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, his robust physique blocking the sunlight streaming in from the window.

His voice trembled with excitement: "What?! You killed Zhu Ren?!"

……

When he was with Nan Zhuren, Chonghui's personality probably showed more facets.

However, in the eyes of his junior colleagues, Chonghui has always been seen as a senior academic with comprehensive knowledge, superb skills, and robust health.

Suddenly excited, the enormous decibels generated by his huge lung capacity made Hao Yun dizzy.

The other junior students in the research group were also startled, and all their eyes turned to look at them.

Bai Qinghua was so provoked that he leaned back, first looking at Chonghui with pity, then at Haoyun with an expression that said, "You've stumbled upon a great fortune."

"Ah...yes." Senior Brother Good Luck replied, somewhat confused, "I did Zhu Ren's EEG."

The clueless senior brother blinked, then suddenly became a little nervous: "Could it be... that Zhu Ren has some kind of health problem, and that an EEG would be harmful to him?"

Chonghui waved his hand, his voice strained, "No, he's fine... an EEG can be done..."

"EEG... did you only do an EEG?"

Chonghui suddenly felt a bit short of breath, his chest felt empty as if a piece was missing, just like when he first entered the gym and did a bench press with a half grip and got hit in the chest by the barbell, resulting in him exhaling more than he inhaled.

His mind even began to replay certain images of Nan Zhuren:
When Nan Zhuren uses micro-expression analysis to interrogate others; when Nan Zhuren suddenly recovers her energy after multiple consultations; when Nan Zhuren falls asleep instantly and wakes up instantly, then writes questions with divine inspiration...

"But...Is an EEG already done...?"

I was the one who started it... and now...

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he was exhaling more than he was inhaling.

Bai Qinghua couldn't stand it anymore. He cleared his throat, about to say something.

Lucky Senior felt as if he understood something, and certain scenes of Nan Zhuren began to replay in his mind—the way Nan Zhuren would fall into a coma-like sleep during the psychological counselor certification exam and then spring up to answer the questions. Could it be that Junior Brother Zhuren really had some kind of problem with his mind?
The teacher recruited the junior student into the group, partly because the junior student was indeed exceptionally talented; but on the other hand, was the teacher actually trying to help the junior student solve this problem?

Good Luck Senior Brother glanced at Chonghui's thunderstruck expression, then at the obvious pity on Bai Qinghua's face.

I feel like I've grasped the core of the problem.

If that's the case, then this EEG is indeed very valuable... and I can't handle it, after all, I don't have the confidence to solve Junior Brother Zhu Ren's "problem".

Let alone solving it, I can't even understand it myself.

"Senior brother!" Good luck suddenly spoke up, "I don't need Zhu Ren's EEG, you can have it!"

"Ok?"

Chonghui's eyes suddenly lit up.

It feels like after studying at the gym for a while, you're about to be pushed to the limit in the bench press and your chest is about to be crushed again, but a passing expert just happens to lift you up and saves your life.

Lucky Senior looked around the research group, thinking about how to phrase his words.

He had a guess in his mind, feeling that Nan Zhuren might be like those special functional autistic patients, who are particularly outstanding in certain aspects, but still have some unspeakable secrets in essence.

With so many onlookers present, Brother Haoyun felt it necessary to cooperate with his teacher and fellow students to maintain Brother Zhuren's dignity.

—After all, hadn't these two "insiders" kept Zhu Ren's "problem" a secret all along?
Suddenly, Brother Good Luck's voice became more expressive: "Zhu Ren's EEG... must be very special, right? The kind that could be the subject of a great article on its own?"

“But I couldn’t understand his brainwaves at all. I almost deleted them as invalid data because I couldn’t analyze anything.”

He looked into Chonghui's eyes and said, "Besides, I don't have any intention of pursuing a doctorate. I just want to graduate smoothly and find a good job. There's no need to publish such high-quality articles. I'm already very satisfied with the project you assigned me, senior."

Senior Brother Good Luck felt he had performed exceptionally well: "So, you should take this precious EEG!"

……

At that moment, Chonghui felt that Haoyun's figure was extremely tall.

He can give people a sense of stability and security even more than those muscular guys in the gym whose arms are thicker than their thighs.

“This…this…” Chonghui gritted his teeth, “How about this, Zhu Ren’s brainwaves can indeed be the subject of a separate project, and you can participate as well!”

"You'll learn data analysis with me. If you're highly engaged, I'll give you a first-class grant; if you don't learn it, I'll still give you a second-class grant, which will also help with your job search!"

Brother Good Luck doesn't think Nan Zhuren's EEG has any effect. After all, according to the normal understanding of psychologists, individual cases will never be published.

However, he felt that his senior brother was giving him, the new "insider," a hint, and at this moment he was surrounded by a strange sense of acceptance and accomplishment.

"Okay!" So Senior Brother Good Luck nodded emphatically.

Bai Qinghua couldn't help but nod in approval upon seeing this.

The harmonious and vibrant atmosphere within the research group, where everything seemed to thrive, brought him, as their mentor, considerable comfort.

So much so that he vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something.

But since I can't remember, it probably doesn't matter anymore.

"Alright, you fellow disciples can discuss this properly—but remember to include Zhu Ren as well, and give him an author's spot later."

Chonghui and his senior brother Haoyun nodded together.

The other students in the research group felt as if they had inexplicably watched a play that they couldn't describe, but since it had come to this, everyone just had to be happy with their supervisor.

After all, the mentor's subsequent actions were truly gratifying.

"Then I'll head back first," Bai Qinghua said, walking towards his gaming room. "Call me if you have any questions."

"teacher!"

"Hmm? Any questions?"

Bai Qinghua had just taken out the key to the e-sports room and unlocked it when he heard the call and had to stop what he was doing.

It seems that today's students are very studious.

But the next second he realized something was wrong.

Because the sound didn't come from inside the office, but from the doorway.

And that voice sounded very familiar.

Bai Qinghua suddenly remembered why he had locked the e-sports room and stayed outside all day, even though Chonghui disliked him, he had stayed there for so long.

He looked toward the office door following the sound and saw a tall figure, about 1.7 meters tall, standing there.

……

Chonghui is Bai Qinghua's junior supervisor, and now he is responsible for laying the foundation for his junior colleagues in the research group, which is correct.

However, his junior brothers and sisters also knew that Chonghui was not actually Bai Qinghua's first disciple.

Before Chonghui, the research group had a junior supervisor... no, strictly speaking, a senior supervisor.

That was a legend circulating within Bai Qinghua's research group and even within the psychology department of Beijing Normal University.

Legend has it that this professor is a genius in both scientific research and data analysis. He published two papers in Q1 core journals during his first year of graduate school, and began submitting papers to top international journals during his second year.

Bai Qinghua's core research findings on micro-expressions were fully absorbed during her master's studies and applied to the field of counseling.

Based on his knowledge of micro-expressions, this director is said to be able to compete with veteran consultants from established consulting firms at the age of just over twenty.

After graduating with a doctorate and pursuing further studies abroad, he was able to establish himself as a leader in his field and compete with established masters of the middle generation.

After Bai Qinghua began to indulge in frivolous pursuits for various reasons, this senior supervisor took charge of the research group, mastered superb management skills, and not only helped Bai Qinghua establish a consulting company to broaden funding sources, but also actively applied for research projects, promoted projects, and participated in academic conferences at home and abroad, engaging in heated debates with various scholars.

It is said that the dean once had a top disciple who stayed on to teach at the university. He wanted to get his niece into Bai Qinghua's research group to boost his qualifications, but he was scolded by the professor in less than a week and had to run away. The dean and his top disciple went to confront him in person, but they were both defeated.

It is said that the now towering senior student Chonghui looks like a quail in front of this great director, and the director's most common reprimand for Chonghui is—"When will you ever be able to lead your teacher to become an academician at this rate?!"

Who is this "great director"?
Weng Pingting stood at the door, a gentle smile on her face: "Teacher, I'm back!"

(End of this chapter)