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

Chapter 69 The first confrontation

The teachers over there? From the psychology department?

Wang An's brows furrowed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Click".

Just then, the classroom door opened behind Wang An.

A face that wasn't entirely unfamiliar appeared before Wang An, and Wang An's bad premonition materialized.

"Hello, Teacher Wang," Wang An heard the greeting from the other end.

"Ah, if I remember correctly—you are Teacher Nan?" Wang An heard himself answer.

……

Nan Zhuren looked at Wang An, sizing him up.

During their first meeting at the lecture, Nan Zhuren only glanced at Wang An briefly and was therefore unable to observe him much.

Only now does he have the opportunity to carefully analyze the goal at hand.

Dark circles under my eyes, bloodshot eyes, and poor skin condition. I've been feeling very tired and irritable lately.

[But she was dressed carefully; her face was clean, her hair was neat, her clothes were well-coordinated and ironed, and she even smelled of perfume... I couldn't tell what brand it was.]

—This is someone who cares a lot about their personal image.

This is a good thing.

Nan Zhuren smiled warmly.

"Hello everyone." He first turned around and greeted the students inside the room as well.

The girls' expressions visibly brightened, and their gazes, which had been on Wang An, suddenly shifted to Nan Zhuren's face, body, and then back to his face.

Compared to the shirt and suit outfit on the other side, Nan Zhuren's attire was much simpler. Having just been expelled from school and started working, he wasn't yet in a financial situation where he could afford to spend a lot of money on clothing.

But his simple outfit of a trench coat, jeans, and casual sneakers, without any allure enhancers like perfume, allowed him to effortlessly and naturally overshadow Wang An beside him.

This is no competition.

"Hello, Teacher Nan!"

"Hello teacher."

"You came all this way so late, teacher, thank you for your hard work!"

Nan Zhuren listened to the greetings and looked at Wang An.

He started straining his cheeks to maintain the curve of his mouth, but he probably couldn't actually smile right now.

[His under-eye bags are tightened, giving him an aggressive look—is it because he's very concerned about others' attention?]

The fact that my appearance alone slightly broke the opponent's defenses is good news.

Although it was unintentional.

"Hello, everyone." Nan Zhuren greeted the female students with a smile, using his smile to ease their fatigue.

Then he turned around, still smiling, as if nothing had happened.

“Professor Wang, we didn’t have much time to talk last time we met. I didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence that you are also the project’s mentor—now we have time.”

"There are some work-related issues that I think we need to exchange opinions on."

Nan Zhuren paused, then emphasized her words: "After all, it's all for the students."

He saw Wang An swallow hard, the muscles in his neck tightening. The corners of his mouth dipped for a moment, then quickly straightened up again, maintaining his smile.

【nervous.】

"I've wanted to talk to Professor Nan for a long time."

Wang An looked away: "But we're a bit pressed for time today, which is also my fault. I didn't know Professor Nan was coming."

"How about I explain what I need to tell the students first, let them disperse, and then we can have a proper talk later?"

“I heard that Professor Nan was also from Jiangnan University and was their senior. He should be able to understand how busy students are at this stage.”

The students became excited upon hearing this, feeling a closer connection: "Is Teacher Nan our senior?" Nan Zhuren maintained his smile.

[He clicked on my post because he knows I was "advised to leave Jiang University," and he's using that to attack me for hoping I'll compromise?]

However, he really cares about his image in front of his students, which is good.

Wang An had concerns and didn't want to bring up topics that might damage his image in front of his students.

Nan Zhuren also had concerns. He didn't want Chen Ting's personal information to be known by more irrelevant people, so he didn't want to talk about it in front of the students.

However, since it is a psychological battle, we cannot let the enemy lead us by the nose.

At the very least, we shouldn't let others prepare.

"Let's go outside and talk now. After all, it's work-related, and the information you have beforehand might differ from what I have. The tasks you assign to the students later might actually conflict with the ultimate goal, wasting everyone's time."

As Nan Zhuren spoke, he put his arm around Wang An's shoulder.

work hard.

Wang An felt a clear sense of being blocked by force and was resisting.

But in that instant, the students' gazes inside the room made Wang An feel like he was being pricked by needles.

His concerns were greater than those of Nan Zhuren.

And so Nan Zhuren led him to the next classroom—a classroom he had applied for in advance using his summer campus access privileges.

Wang An was unaware that the classroom had already been reserved, assuming it was an empty classroom—a classroom where students might come in to study.

This adds another layer of pressure.

This was a relatively unfamiliar environment for Wang An, which further weakened his power.

"Someone might come in a bit," Wang An said with a stiff smile.

"So we need to talk quickly and carefully," Nan Zhuren further pressured Wang An psychologically.

thump—

I don't know if I'm hallucinating, but there seemed to be some noise coming from the doorway, like someone was eavesdropping.

Wang An turned around reflexively.

Nan Zhuren frowned, but did not move.

He watched as Wang An began to swallow, mentally counting the beats of his breath.

One, two...

"You like students, right?" Nan Zhuren asked abruptly.

His voice came right in the middle of Wang An's deep breath, almost making Wang An unable to catch his breath.

No need for preamble, let's get straight to the point.

Nan Zhuren extended his finger and drew a circle on Wang An's face in a rather flippant manner: "Your nostrils are dilating, your pupils are contracting, and your gums are clenched, which means you are very nervous right now."

"But there was no anger. You know, this kind of ethically questioning issue is very offensive—but your first reaction isn't anger."

Nan Zhuren lowered his voice: "So I was right."

Without giving Wang An time to react, Nan Zhuren continued his relentless attack, determined to break through the opponent's psychological defenses in one fell swoop.

"I heard that the students asked you to be their mentor, and you agreed immediately? Is it because there are students in this group who you like?"

"You seem more nervous now. So—do you plan to make a move against them? Yes?"

"No, no. You're more enjoying the process of working with them, you enjoy their adoration, you enjoy their fawning over you."

"So you've only ever had one target from the beginning, right?"

Nan Zhuren's gaze was like two nails, firmly fixed on Wang An's face.

Wang An was panting, and at first glance, he seemed to have lost the strength to respond.

(End of this chapter)