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

Chapter 70 The Person Outside the Door
Nan Zhuren breathed a sigh of relief, intending to steadily expand his gains.

Wang An suddenly looked up: "You suspect I have a target? Who is it?"

Wang An's face was flushed, due to facial congestion, a symptom that can occur when one is nervous, timid, angry, or otherwise anxious.

At this moment, he should have been speechless. His eyes were like those of a trapped beast, but instead of offering his neck for slaughter, he stretched out his claws.

As if a switch had been flipped, Wang An began to retaliate almost reflexively.

Nan Zhuren frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

The man's reaction was somewhat inconsistent, and a bad premonition began to rise in Nan Zhuren's mind.

"Who is it? Who do you suspect is my target?" Wang An continued to press.

Nan Zhuren had no intention of being led by the nose by Wang An and was about to start asking questions at her own pace.

But then Wang An darted forward and slapped Nan Zhuren across the face—

"Boom"

A dull sound.

It wasn't a crisp "snap".

Nan Zhuren kept a straight face and controlled her expression, but Wang An's eyes lit up.

Wang An patted Nan Zhuren's waist, where there was a jacket pocket.

His hand landed on a long, hard, metallic object, making a sound.

It's a voice recorder.

……

【broken.】

Nan Zhuren sighed inwardly.

His original plan was to break down Wang An's psychological defenses and then record key information with a voice recorder.

If successful, they can then use the grand system to punish Wang An, or they can use it as a shield for Chen Ting, keeping Wang An away from her.

But as Chen Ting said, Wang An, as a law student, still had too much knowledge.

Wang An knew the nature of his actions; it was knowingly breaking the law. He had therefore made countless contingency plans.

When Wang An was with Chen Ting, he was meticulous in his interactions. Except for a slight loss of control during the first "confession," he never gave the girl any room to gather evidence. Now that Nan Zhuren had asked him out alone, he was able to immediately and keenly perceive Nan Zhuren's intentions.

Furthermore, Wang An's sudden return to clarity after his psychological defenses were breached made Nan Zhuren wonder if Wang An had arranged some kind of training for himself to enable him to regain his rationality and cope with crises in similar unfavorable situations.

……

"Teacher Nan."

Even through the layer of clothing, the experienced Wang An could already tell what was inside.

He squeezed the recorder hard with his hand, and a smile appeared on his still flushed face.

"I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

He adopted the posture of someone in control of the situation.

Wang Andao said, "What were you trying to do just now? Use some lie detection technique from your psychology department? Are you worried that I have too much influence in this project? Are you worried that you won't have any credit in the projects you started in your own company? Even so, what you just said went too far."

He rubbed the recorder hard and deliberately spoke loudly: "I heard you used to be a student at Jiang University. I didn't expect you to become so worldly after only a short time away!"

Nan Zhuren remained silent, knowing that further words would be pointless given the nature of this meeting.

He watched Wang An perform quietly.

"I've only heard rumors that people who study psychology are unconsciously affected by negative emotions, but I never imagined that you would become this kind of person."

Wang An made a sighing expression.

"But to be honest, we law students, like you psychology students, encounter all sorts of people and see all kinds of dark sides of human nature. I understand you very well. Similarly, I actually have a bit of a knack for seeing through people's hearts, so I know—"

He emphasized his words with a double meaning: "You don't want 'this matter' to be known by too many people either."

Nan Zhuren understood what the other person meant. In the context recorded by the voice recorder, "this matter" refers to their conversation.

But in fact, Wang An was threatening Chen Ting.

Nan Zhuren created this opportunity for a private conversation with Wang An by saying that "Wang An doesn't want others to know about Chen Ting." But now Wang An has realized that Nan Zhuren also has her concerns.

After all, Nan Zhuren's goal was not to "punish Wang An," but to "cure Chen Ting."

If the operation is not handled properly and Chen Ting suffers secondary harm, then even sending ten Wang Ans to prison will be in vain.

“You know, sometimes I think about this,” Nan Zhuren finally spoke, “why are you perpetrators always so smug, as if you did nothing wrong or that what you did was right? On the contrary, those who were harmed by you and are trapped in the past are always worried and can never get out.”

"Harmed?" Wang An's face suddenly flushed red. "Who did I harm?!"

【Um? 】

Wang An's reaction made Nan Zhuren suddenly squint his eyes.

He was about to say something.

Unfortunately, Wang An already knew by then that there was no need for him to stay.

He glanced warily at the recording pen under Nan Zhuren's jacket, then turned and left.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

Nan Zhuren remained silent for a moment, then walked to the side thoughtfully.

The first attempt to make contact failed, which is not good news.

However, it wasn't without its gains.

Nan Zhuren pulled up a chair and sat down. Wang An's angry expression at the end was etched into his mind like a portrait.

He traced the details of that face again and again, transforming the intuitive visual impression into an abstract structure, attempting to analyze the information within it.

"Thump, thump thump"

There was a knock on the door.

Nan Zhuren looked up as if waking from a dream: "Is it summer? Come in."

"Things didn't go very well, and then..."

He sighed, about to say something, but then suddenly stopped after seeing who was outside the door.

"Why are you here?"
-
a few hours ago.

“Our college recently launched a joint project with the psychological counseling center, which is perfect for freshmen like you to try out. It can really enhance your resume.”

"I'm the instructor for this project, and I've reserved a spot for you in the group."

"There will be a meeting at 7 p.m. in classroom 405 of Building 7. Remember to go and don't be late."

Chen Ting listened to the man's voice on the other end of the line.

Even though the sound was somewhat distorted by the medium of a telephone, it still made Chen Ting feel short of breath.

No, it has nothing to do with the sound. Chen Ting feels uncomfortable whenever she knows that something is related to Wang An.

At first, it was "teacher," then "school," and later even "law," "man," and so on...

But Chen Ting did not hang up the phone.

She forced herself to face it; she knew she needed to train.

"Beep" "Beep" --

The other end of the phone hung up first, and Chen Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

"and many more."

Chen Ting suddenly realized: "Didn't he just say it was a joint project with a psychological counseling center? Could it be—Teacher Nan?"

(End of this chapter)