Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 3 - 3 3 Micro-expression Analysis·Beginner

3: Chapter 3 Micro-expression Analysis·Beginner 3: Chapter 3 Micro-expression Analysis·Beginner Facing the flashing [Personal File] and another glowing spot on the computer screen, Nan Zhubin firmly clicked on it.

[View Personal File]

[Na: Nan Zhubin

Position: Intern Psychologist

Consultation Duration: 0 hours

Case Archive: 0

Technique Mastery: None]

Very concise, but at the mont, it seems to be of little use.

Nan Zhubin shifted his gaze, looking at the bottom [Technique Mastery: None].

A competent consultant needs to master various counseling techniques, and mastering each requires several cycles of training.

The long cycles an the consumption of youth.

Many tis, when a psychologist undergoes enough training and supervision to grow to the point where they can handle cases independently, they are already over thirty years old.

Therefore, many psychology students joke that they have chosen a late-stage career.

Apart from ti, the cost is also a significant barrier to a consultant’s growth.

Many advanced counseling techniques require over five-figures in tuition fees to learn, and the cost is even higher if one studies abroad.

For many novice consultants, this forms a logical loop: they want to make money, so they beco psychologists; but to beco a psychologist, they need to spend money and ti first.

“Could this dream help master psychological techniques?”

Nan Zhubin looked at the subtitles in front of him.

[You have a [Psychological Training] waiting to be claid.]

[Please claim it promptly.]

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath; if so, the value of this golden finger would really be too suitable for his career.

[You have accepted the [Psychological Training]]

[You have mastered the technique [Micro-expression Analysis·Basic]]

At that mont, Nan Zhubin felt as if he had undergone an indescribable change.

He couldn’t use language to describe this change, after all, it wasn’t a change of height increase or muscle expansion.

But he knew sothing had happened.

“But…

is that it?” Nan Zhubin frowned; this was not at all what he had imagined.

“I have now mastered [Micro-expression Analysis]?

That fast?

Even if it’s just [Beginner].”

“What should I do if I want to master other techniques?

And how do I continue to upgrade [Beginner]?”

As soon as Nan Zhubin finished speaking, a flickering [Monthly Goal] and [Life Developnt] suddenly appeared underneath the [Personal File].

[Monthly Goal: Complete ‘Psychological Consultation’ for 10 hours within a month (0/10) and conduct one ‘Psychological Ability Training’ after completion]

[Life Developnt: Archive one ‘Case Archive’ (0/1) and conduct one ‘Psychological Skill Deepening’ after completion]

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The clock on the wall stubbornly carried out its mission, with the second and minute hands moving at a visibly fast pace.

Ti was gradually reaching the suffocating mont for the working class.

“Little Jia, you’re here early again today!”

The sensor door of the consultation center opened, and a middle-aged man walked towards the reception desk.

This seed to be a very stubborn man; his physique was average, suggesting that his workout efforts effectively curbed middle-age spread.

However, so things simply can’t be controlled by stubbornness, like baldness.

The bald man’s friendly address and his conversations about nothing in particular made Lu Jia involuntarily wear a professional smile, “I co this early every day because I need to organize my daily schedule.”

“And your address is too greasy, Teacher Yang.”

Although Lu Jia’s smile was awkward, it was quite professional, making it clear she was quite offended by the middle-aged man’s impolite form of address.

Yang Xudao is a [Psychological Consultant] at the consultation center.

At Yan Nuo Consultation Center, a consultant’s check-in ti is later than that of assistants and other administrative positions.

If they are more senior, they don’t even need to check in at all, just show up when there’s a consultation scheduled.

This is truly a flexible working system.

However, although bald Yang Xudao is a consultant, he arrived so early, and it is naturally not due to love for work but because he has ulterior motives.

The identity of a psychological consultant also ans he possesses considerable expression managent and emotion managent skills, which is why he seed oblivious to Lu Jia’s previous comnt.

“But isn’t that how the boss and the manager always call you, Little Jia?” Yang Xudao showed what he thought was a warm, middle-aged smile, trying to emanate the unique charm of a mature man.

Lu Jia put away her professional smile: “That’s right, it’s the boss and Sister Pingting.”

Yang Xudao was very persistent, repeatedly trying to intimately address the small receptionist as “Little Jia.” However, the sparse hair on this middle-aged man’s head clearly couldn’t compete with the image of a young, handso face that was filling the small receptionist’s mind.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the consultation room.

This sound surprised Yang Xudao; could there be soone else clocking in at this hour, perhaps a new little receptionist?

At the sa ti, Yang Xudao noticed Lu Jia’s face suddenly brighten: “Mr.

Nan, have you finished using the sandbox room?”

With his solid experience as a psychological consultant, Yang Xudao could see that the smile on the little receptionist’s face now was absolutely not a professional smile, but one coming from the heart.

…

Nan Zhubin was softly closing the door to the sandbox room.

He walked straight to the reception desk, and his handso face was instantly in the sa view as Yang Xudao’s balding head.

When both things appeared in the sa sight, a sense of contrast naturally and firmly erged.

“Hello, I’m Nan Zhubin, starting work today.” Nan Zhubin extended his hand politely towards Yang Xudao.

Yang Xudao shook hands in return with great proficiency, appearing unchanged in expression, yet honestly feeling a sense of threat.

However, at his age, he had seen through part of the societal nature, knowing that the comparison of appearances was not always that important: “Mr.

Nan?

You’re the new consultant starting today?

Very young.”

“No, I’m starting as a consultant assistant.”

“Ah, indeed, I did hear the boss ntion a few days ago that a new assistant was supposed to start today.”

The sparsely haired consultant couldn’t help but straighten his waist, feeling he could handle the situation more adeptly.

Bald Yang’s eyes swept between Lu Jia and Nan Zhubin, displaying a restrained concern: “Little Nan, learn well.

It’s not impossible to beco a consultant from an assistant; our center’s career developnt plan is still very transparent.

But why do you have such dark circles under your eyes—is it a girlfriend issue?

If you ask , young people should…”

Yang Xudao’s sentence was left unfinished because Nan Zhubin had no intention of continuing the conversation after the greeting; he had already turned to Lu Jia.

“I couldn’t help but fall asleep in the sandbox room, felt a bit dizzy.

Could you tell how long until work starts?”

“Did you fall asleep?

Mr.

Nan really doesn’t look in great spirit.” Lu Jia pretended to be indifferent, “Is it really because of a girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend, it’s just about work-related issues.”

Hearing this, Lu Jia instantly beca coquettish again: “It’s already quite late, almost ti for work.

But if Mr.

Nan is too tired, just rest assured; there’s not much work on the first day anyway.

I’ll notify you when the boss arrives!”

“Oh?

Then thank you.”

Lu Jia lowered her head: “Mr.

Nan doesn’t need to be so polite when talking to in the future, colleagues who get along well just call Little Jia, you can do that too.”

Balding Yang, who had been frowning and posing, suddenly froze.

With her ears blushing, Lu Jia lowered her head for a long ti but heard no response; she looked up only to see the last shadow of Nan Zhubin disappearing around the corner.

Nan Zhubin walked heavily to his workstation and imdiately collapsed onto the seat like a puddle of mud.

He fell asleep straight away.

The heavy and rhythmic breathing quickly echoed; at this mont, the actions of both the small receptionist and bald Yang froze simultaneously.