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

Chapter 583 Teacher, when will you ever become an academician at this rate?!
Let's rewind ten minutes.

Nan Zhuren, who had just finished his EEG experiment, shrugged as he watched his senior colleague, Haoyun, head towards the research group with a stack of blueprints in his hand, looking serious.

With the help of her undergraduate junior, Nan Zhuren removed the EEG headgear and felt a slight tearing sensation.

Looking in the mirror, Nan Zhuren realized that the gel had long since dried and hardened, turning into patches and chunks of white, solidified material stuck to her hair.

Now Nan Zhuren understood even more why there was a small room specifically for washing hair next to the laboratory.

It would be inappropriate to let the subjects leave the laboratory after the experiment.

Now it was time to wrap things up, and the undergraduate junior's eyes lit up. She couldn't wait to wet Nan Zhuren's hair, and despite Nan Zhuren's strong refusal, she still insisted on helping Nan Zhuren squeeze out the shampoo.

Fortunately, other footsteps soon came from behind, indicating that another person had arrived.

The undergraduate junior's hand stopped without her noticing, which made Nan Zhuren breathe a slight sigh of relief.

A voice rang in my ear: "Just finished an EEG?"

The slightly distant yet strangely familiar voice made Nan Zhuren involuntarily turn his head.

Sure enough, Weng Pingting was seen standing to the side with a smile.

The former consulting director, now the senior female advisor, was wearing a khaki coat, hands in her pockets, smiling at Nan Zhuren.

The white V-neck sweater underneath and the delicate silver necklace accentuated a small section of her well-defined collarbone, while the tiny earrings sparkled under the light.

"Yeah, I just finished an EEG." Nan Zhuren didn't show any excitement about not seeing her for a long time, but simply continued the conversation about Weng Pingting in a mundane and everyday way.

However, the smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.

With a "thump," a sound suddenly came from beside my ear.

Nan Zhuren turned to look at the undergraduate girl beside him. He saw that the light in the girl's eyes was even stronger than when she was facing Nan Zhuren. The reflection in her eyes was completely occupied by the woman in front of her who was full of intellectual and mature beauty.

Nan Zhuren could understand that Weng Pingting's image represented what many female students on campus—especially female psychology students—wanted to become in the future.

"Senior Sister Weng, I've taken your class!"

"Really?" Weng Pingting curled the corners of her mouth, and casually turned on the faucet on her head to rinse off the remaining foam from Nan Zhuren's hair.

"Yes, back then, you were invited to give us a presentation on thesis writing and counseling skills. You were also invited to supervise a group counseling session!"

"I chose Professor Bai Qinghua as my thesis advisor because of my senior sister Weng. I hope to join Professor Bai's group after I get into graduate school!"

Weng Pingting smiled reservedly and approachably in front of her little fangirl: "Then you'd better work hard."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Weng Pingting said that she would take over the situation and sent her undergraduate junior away.

Nan Zhuren rinsed the foam off her head and took the towel handed to her by Weng Pingting to dry her wet hair.

After Weng Pingting exclaimed, "Nothing has changed here," Nan Zhuren finally had a chance to speak: "Senior sister, why are you back? Has your job in Jiangdu become stable?"

Weng Pingting nodded: "The basic framework over there has been laid. As a shareholder, Xiaojia still prefers to work as a receptionist, but she has also taken over the daily management and operations. This child picked up this very quickly... no, I should say she already had the foundation, she just didn't want to do it before."

Lu Jia? Nan Zhuren recalled the young receptionist... no, now the daughter of the major shareholder, and nodded understandingly. It made perfect sense.

"As for consulting, Hu Zhongming has now been promoted to supervisor. His consulting work is very stable, and he can start to provide support for others. He is now starting to get involved in professional management and occasionally gives lectures. However, his work also contributes to the company by bringing in consulting clients."

Nan Zhuren's mind conjured up an image of a chin with a beautiful full beard.

Nan Zhuren joked, "Senior sister, aren't you afraid he'll run away if you delegate so much authority? After all, he was quite half-hearted at Howard's company before, and he really wanted to change careers."

Weng Pingting responded confidently: "I give him enough money and resources. He knows that no matter which platform he moves to, it will never be as good as working under me."

This woman is truly radiant.

After Nan Zhuren tidied himself up, he finally raised his head and faced Weng Pingting.

Weng Pingting smiled warmly, but Nan Zhuren inexplicably felt that her gaze had sharpened at that moment.

It seems that only after clearing out irrelevant people and exchanging pleasantries can a formal conversation begin.

“Junior brother, you’ve really accomplished a lot since you came to Beidu,” Weng Pingting exclaimed. “I even saw your news in Jiangdu.”

Nan Zhuren replied, "Senior sister, are you talking about that court hearing? I was invited to be an expert witness there, and it was also used as a large-scale psychological intervention..."

Weng Pingting nodded: "I heard you even took a knife for Lao Meng? Lao Meng is a really good person, very professional. He's quite old, but his mentality is still similar to that of a young person. He'll take a case that others hesitate to file. It's good to spend more time with him."

He spoke as if he had a deep understanding of this.

Nan Zhuren suddenly recalled the news about Weng Pingting's reasons for leaving Beidu and wondered if there was any connection between them.

But before Nan Zhuren could think of anything else, Weng Pingting's eyes suddenly sharpened: "I saw the video of the court hearing, the teacher was also present, wasn't he?"

Nan Zhuren nodded.

"How's work going, teacher?" Weng Pingting's next question followed immediately.

Nan Zhuren's intuition told him that this was the other party's real problem.

After returning to Beidu Normal University, Weng Pingting did not seem to go directly to the research group. Instead, she wandered around the laboratory floor, aiming to randomly grab an acquaintance to find out what was going on.

Nan Zhuren blinked: "...My postgraduate entrance exam results haven't come out yet, so I haven't officially joined the group, and I haven't actually had much time to work with the professor..."

Weng Pingting stared at Nan Zhuren, then suddenly burst out laughing.

……

Let's rewind to ten minutes from now.

Inside the research group's office, Weng Pingting smiled gently at Bai Qinghua and said, "Teacher, I'm back."

The other disciples in the office began to whisper among themselves. Upon learning who was standing before them, they all exclaimed in surprise, "She's the senior sister!"

"Ah... Pingting's back. You just messaged me this morning, and you're already here. You're so quick."

Bai Qinghua's reaction was somewhat strange. His limbs were stiff, his right hand was still in the position of turning the lock on the study, while his left hand and left foot were in a position as if he wanted to meet Weng Pingting.

Two different behaviors occurring on the same body create an awkward dilemma.

Weng Pingting narrowed her eyes, took a quick step forward, and took Bai Qinghua's right hand, which seemed to be about to lock the study again. Her smile remained friendly: "You need to bring some data back."

As she spoke, Weng Pingting patted her bag: "I've compiled some special cases from my company recently, and I plan to bring them back to enrich the case library here in Beidu. After compiling them into teaching cases, my junior colleagues can also learn from them."

“I heard from Da Hui that the post-disaster guidance manual project needs new data, right? I happen to have a few cases with similar situations, so I brought them back with me.”

"I also recently have a project collaboration with a hospital in Jiangdu, and through them I've contacted some other disaster survivors. If it's convenient for you here, teacher, you could send a team with me back to Jiangdu to conduct interviews."

Weng Pingting laughed and said, "These are things that are hard to explain over the phone and not convenient to deliver by courier, so I came back myself."

"I was just missing you guys, so I came to visit you all."

Weng Pingting's series of reports caused the junior students in the office to whisper among themselves.

I had long heard that my senior sister was an incredibly efficient and capable woman, which was why she was able to achieve what she has today at such a young age.

Seeing is believing, indeed.

The things that Weng Pingting brought over were a huge boost to the project of the instruction manual.

But Chonghui's tone was somewhat hesitant: "Senior sister has been a great help... I miss you too."

Bai Qinghua's smile became slightly more natural: "You're so thoughtful... Have you eaten? Let's invite Zhu Ren and Qian Qian to go out together, to that old restaurant."

He then turned around and looked around the research group: "Is everyone hungry? It's rare for our senior sister to be back today, so our research group is all here. Let's just—"

Before she could finish speaking, Weng Pingting interrupted her.

In front of a whole office of junior students, her smile and expression remained gentle: "No rush to eat, there are a few things I need to report to you again, teacher—there's quite a lot of stuff, let's go to the study, I need to look at some data on the computer."

Bai Qinghua, however, could see something else on Weng Pingting's face and tried to struggle a little more: "...You must be exhausted from your journey, why don't you rest first? We can talk about the project tomorrow."

Weng Pingting grasped the doorknob of the study and turned it.

Bai Qinghua leaned against the door, holding it in place.

However, after some struggle, Weng Pingting finally opened the door.

After glancing inside, she walked in without changing her expression. Bai Qinghua followed, and then Chonghui, who was pulled in by Bai Qinghua.

The door slammed shut.

The voices of the junior students talking suddenly filled the office again.

Bai Qinghua's small room was very well soundproofed; people outside couldn't hear anything inside, and people inside couldn't hear any discussions outside.

click-

The office door opened, and Nan Zhuren glanced at the crowded yet empty office. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Are Senior Sister and Teacher in the study?"

Students from other research groups nodded in agreement, and the lucky senior student added, "The senior student Zhong is also in there; it seems they are discussing some very important project."

Whether it's a project or not is another matter, but what they're talking about is definitely important.

After thinking for a moment, Nan Zhuren knocked on the door twice.

"Teacher, senior brothers and sisters, I am Zhu Ren."

"Enter."

……

This study hasn't been this bright in a long time.

The overhead light, which hadn't been turned on for who knows how long, was finally switched on, and along with the curtains drawn to the sides and the windows wide open, it added a sense of life to the room.

The LED light strips, COB light strips, RGB light strips, cool light bulbs, and ambient lights on the wall were flashing haphazardly. These were originally meant to create ambiance while being easy on the eyes. But now, they were almost blindingly bright.

Bai Qinghua sat in his ergonomic chair, but the light-up headphones were no longer around his neck.

That thing is now in Weng Pingting's hands.

After gesturing for Nan Zhuren to close the door, Weng Pingting rubbed her temples with a headache and asked, "Where was I?"

Chonghui reminded him, "You're just going out to lay low for a while, not that you're not coming back."

The big guy had almost curled up all his muscles, as if he wanted to curl up into a ball and have Bai Qinghua block him.

But this is obviously impossible.

Upon seeing Nan Zhuren enter, Chonghui showed an expression as if he had seen a savior, seemingly hoping that Nan Zhuren could help him share some of the firepower.

“Yes.” Weng Pingting’s tone didn’t soften at all after Chonghui’s reminder. “I just went to another place to avoid the storm. It’s only been a short time, how did the research group end up like this? If this continues, Professor, you really won’t have a chance to become an academician!”

Although there were very few people in this e-sports room, Weng Pingting displayed the eloquence of a scholar arguing with a crowd.

Or rather, Bai Qinghua and Chonghui, as just two people, bore the brunt of the fire that should have been borne by the "scholars".

"Dahui, what did I tell you before I left? Is this how you help your teacher? Even if you don't help your teacher, shouldn't you at least help yourself? Are your current articles good enough for you to apply to schools abroad?"

When his name was called, Chonghui jumped up: "Some senior sisters, some, they do have offers..."

Weng Pingting interrupted directly: "Cambridge, Harvard, or Oxford?"

"..." Chonghui remained silent.

"Do you think it's still twenty years ago? The value of academic qualifications is depreciating faster and faster now. If you don't go to a prestigious overseas university, you won't have good resources to publish internationally renowned articles. Without good articles, how will you get a good teaching position when you come back?"

"Your talent is average, and you're still so lazy in your work? Do you think you're the principal's personal disciple? If you continue like this, forget about staying at the university to teach; you might not even be able to settle down at a non-985/211 university in a first- or second-tier city, and you'll have to go to the sidelines!"

Chonghui dared not look around, because Weng Pingting's firepower was almost entirely focused on him.

Bai Qinghua remained seated comfortably, seemingly maintaining the dignity of a teacher, but this did not mean he was not subjected to veiled criticism, insinuations, or being used as a scapegoat.

Perhaps finally awakened to his love for his second apprentice, Bai Qinghua gestured to Nan Zhuren with his eyes: Save him, quick!
Nan Zhuren shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help her.

(End of this chapter)