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

Chapter 77 is over, let's go.
The once relaxed classroom atmosphere has now become extremely tense.

In just a few minutes of verbal sparring, the image of a young and approachable teacher crumbled in the eyes of the students.

Instead, he became a scumbag, a beast, and an animal.

After realizing what was happening, many students reflexively pulled out their phones and turned on recording mode.

Nan Zhuren saw all this, turned around and opened his arms to the classroom, like a host, and steered the conversation back to the lesson:
"We've just learned how to detect lies, and everyone has seen the results—would anyone like to try it out 'personally' again?"

Offstage, Chen Ting clenched her fists.

She remembered what Nan Zhuren had told her before class.

……

"Chen Ting, when you confront Wang An later, you'll be the one to deliver the final blow."

"I?"

Chen Ting bit her lip and hugged her arms, a clear sign of fear.

"Yes, you. Some things, no matter how sharp I say them, are not as good as a casual remark from you. Although saying this may disgust you—to him, you are special."

Chen Ting touched the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared on her arm and took a deep breath: "Teacher Nan, just tell me what you want me to do."

“When I clashed with him before, I noticed something interesting – back in the classroom, he had actually overpowered me and was ready to leave as the victor.”

"But just as he was about to leave, a single sentence of mine almost pulled him back, causing him to erupt in a fit of rage."

“At that time, I said—he 'hurt' you.”

……

Chen Ting took a deep breath and raised her hand.

"Teacher, I want to try."

Nan Zhuren readily agreed: "Okay."

The atmosphere at the scene was clearly no longer conducive to a class, and it was absolutely impossible to continue the class.

But Chen Ting and Nan Zhuren seemed to be performing, maintaining a strange sense of ritual.

A wonderful "classroom atmosphere".

In this sense of ritual, Chen Ting stood up.

You could see a few inches of fear still in her eyes, but as she straightened her back and rose, the timidity she exuded was gradually replaced by determination.

She stared at Wang An, whose face was pale, as if he were a demon who was all bared teeth and claws but was actually cowardly.

Facing him, Chen Ting swung her knife one last time.

"Teacher Wang, Wang An." Chen Ting addressed him respectfully first, then by his given name.

She took a deep breath: "When my parents asked you to teach me and help me prepare for the independent admissions process, I respected you a lot."

"But later, you touched me, hugged me, and tried to kiss me during class. When you did these things..." Chen Ting chewed on the word "'indecent acts'," did you plan it for a long time?

Nan Zhuren's gaze relaxed.

She spoke out, she faced it, she took on the challenge.

……

Wang An let out a whimper like a dying old lone wolf. He first glanced at Chen Ting blankly, as if his mind had no more capacity to process the question Chen Ting had raised.

Then, as if he had finally come to his senses, his whole body tensed up, his eyes fixed like two pillars, and his throat heaved violently as if he were about to swallow his tongue.

"What are you saying, Tingting... no, Chen Ting, I didn't."

He seemed to know his end was near, futilely waving his claws to defend himself against something, trying to find a way to survive.

But at this moment, everyone can see his true colors.

"Yes, you're lying, it couldn't be more obvious," Chen Ting said calmly, as if continuing the lie detector game in class. "Teacher Nan, is that right?"

Nan Zhuren nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it's a very obvious sign of lying."

Chen Ting took a deep breath and continued, "After the 'hurt' of that incident, you continued to come to my house, using my parents to control me, and even tried to 'threaten' me at school by relying on the school's rules. Did you hope that I would eventually 'submit' under this 'coercion'?"

"But now I want to tell you, I'm not afraid of you—no, I even pity you."

Chen Ting's gaze suddenly took on a condescending quality: "Was this situation something you anticipated?"

Wang An's gaze became increasingly fixed.

His thoughts were completely led by Chen Ting's words, and he suddenly began to carefully analyze what Chen Ting had just said.

Suddenly, he erupted hysterically:
"Harm? Threat? Submission?"

"How could you say that to me? That was... concern, that was... care! Without me, how could you have gotten into Jiangnan University and been able to study law?"

"That's what happened to me too. She helped me in the same way, and that's how I was able to publish papers and get a teaching position! As long as you listen to her, you can do the same. You can publish papers as an undergraduate, and then get recommended for graduate school and a direct PhD!"

“She’s left me. I’ve given you all my love now. Do you think that’s hurtful? You…”

He stopped, panting.

Chen Ting's fists were already clenched, her long nails digging into the skin of her palms, as she tried to muster the courage to face Wang An.

But now, looking at the hysterical Wang An, Chen Ting suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of. A joy of surviving a disaster, along with a newfound sense of lightness, began to emanate from within her.

Chen Ting gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, now you're telling the truth. You really believe it."

"Right, Professor Nan?"

Nan Zhuren gave him a look of disdain, saying, "Yes, he's telling the truth."

Wang An seemed to be suddenly jolted awake.

He looked around before realizing what he had just said and done.

The students opposite were already dumbfounded.

Originally, it was just a dubious "lie detector," but after Wang An said those words, every sentence and every word seemed to strike the hearts of the students like a hammer.

Those gazes transformed into sharp judgments, each one making Wang An want to collapse on the spot.

Not to mention, among the stunned students, several held up their phones and recorded everything.

"Don't film..." Wang An pleaded hoarsely, as if begging, "Please stop filming..."

He swayed twice, trying to move forward, but his legs had somehow become as limp as noodles, and when they got tangled together, he tripped over himself.

With a "thud," Wang An, exhausted in every way, collapsed to the ground and fainted.

……

Nan Zhuren ignored Wang An.

He looked at Chen Ting with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

She did it, she said it, she defeated him.

Jingle Bell--

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. This was the bell for the second period.

Outside the door, there were rustling figures of other students moving about; these were the more attentive students in class. Nan Zhuren had no idea which college or major would be using the classroom next, but they all seemed quite interested in what was happening inside.

"get out of class is over, it's finished," Nan Zhuren said to Chen Ting. "Let's go."

Chen Ting nodded: "Let's go."

She pulled out the desk and chair and strode out of the classroom.

(End of this chapter)