Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 333 - 333 331 Verbatim Transcript

333: Chapter 331 Verbatim Transcript 333: Chapter 331 Verbatim Transcript Nan Zhubin walked away with flair.

Inside the classroom, the students waited until Nan Zhubin’s silhouette disappeared at the end of the corridor before finally completing the last major question on their self-assessnt papers and matching it with the blackboard.

Then, they all revealed looks of incredulity.

You have to know, this recitation wasn’t of so internally connected ancient poems or essays.

Instead, it was a mix of numbers, letters, and symbols that would make anyone’s head hurt just at a glance!

“Isn’t it too exaggerated?

How much ti did Mr.

Nan spend morizing this question, 5 seconds?”

“Be bold, less than 2 seconds, just about the ti it takes to sneeze.”

“Be even bolder, less than 1 second, it feels like just a blink of an eye.”

The boy who initially stirred things up looked most surprised: “In that amount of ti, I couldn’t even finish the question stem, did Mr.

Nan morize the question along with the geotric diagram?”

“Be bold, we didn’t ‘possibly’ finish the question stem, we ‘definitely’ didn’t finish it.”

A boy next to him quietly added: “And on the blackboard, the proportions of the drawn cone and the positions of the labels on each vertex are exactly the sa.”

A student tried to find fault: “The lines of this cone aren’t very straight.”

But he was quickly subdued by the angry glares of a group of girls.

Several small circles of girls were already extrely excited, and the topics of their discussions were all over the place:

“Sherlock, it’s really Sherlock!”

“Is the person at the door his Watson?

Isn’t he a bit too tall and strong?”

“Isn’t that even better?!”

Perhaps it was because of long-term repression, once triggered, high school students have a high threshold for external stimuli, becoming uncontrollably lively.

They often get excited over matters that seem inexplicable to elentary, middle school, university students, or adults.

Fortunately.

Before the atmosphere in the classroom could explode completely, the math teacher finally intervened.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

She slamd the table twice.

Although the sound wasn’t loud enough to drown out the escalating discussions, it still had a piercing impact.

Sufficient to reach every student’s ears.

Already trained to respond to such sounds, the students instantly quieted down, like a blaze being doused with cold water.

All discussions vanished within three seconds.

The math teacher cleared her throat, planning to get the evening self-study back on track.

She picked up the freshly printed self-assessnt papers from the teaching research group but couldn’t help putting them down again.

Picked up again, put down again.

Finally, she couldn’t resist pointing to the blackboard behind her: “Did that teacher just teach you this?

Can you all do what he did now?”

Whoosh——

This ti they really couldn’t hold back, the tightly suppressed atmosphere exploded like a pot of oil.

“Teacher, you also think this is amazing, right?”

“We really can’t do it, teacher.

That teacher taught us a different mory thod.”

“He’s truly an amazing teacher!”

“He said he’s a psychological teacher.

At first, I thought there was soone who jumped off a building and ca to counsel us, but it turns out he’s here to teach everyone how to morize…”

“I don’t know if this mory thod really works…”

“How could it not work?” Another student pointed to the blackboard upon hearing this, “How could a teacher who can do such things lie to us about this?”

“Yes, if it doesn’t work, it must be your problem!”

Li Mingchen looked around, sowhat confused.

It was his first day in Class 1, the best science experintal class in the entire school.

He found that the atmosphere in this class seed quite different.

Moreover, so many good students in this class actually liked Mr.

Nan so much?

Although, admittedly, Mr.

Nan was really impressive, being able to do such things…

“Earlier, Mr.

Nan—was it Mr.

Nan?—did he say he’s working on a project in school?

Has anyone in our class talked to him?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say, but chatting with him seems interesting.”

“So envious…

why not choose ?”

“A graduate of Jiang University, does anyone have Mr.

Nan’s contact?

There are still many unclear questions I’d like to consult him about…”

Engulfed in that kind of discussion, Li Mingchen blankly stared at his self-study book, on which so of the key points Nan Zhubin had taught in the class were recorded, including the Ebbinghaus mory thod and subsequent deep learning thods.

He didn’t know what to think.

“Alright, alright, everyone, quiet down—quiet down!”

After all, in their middle years, the veteran teacher was different from the young Teacher Xiao Zhao.

The math teacher quickly dispelled the influence Nan Zhubin had imparted from her mind and started getting down to business.

“Hygiene committee mber, help clean the blackboard, everyone else start working on the papers.

We initially planned to simulate the college entrance exam for two hours, just in ti for dismissal; it’s now down to an hour and a half, but that’s also a good opportunity to practice your speed…”

“Teacher.” Li Mingchen suddenly raised his hand, interrupting the teacher’s words.

The math teacher furrowed her brows, realizing she didn’t recognize this student in the class.

But after noticing the tightly wrapped left hand and right foot of the other, she quickly understood, her expression imdiately softening.

“What’s the matter?”

…

In the psychological consultation room of the office building, Nan Zhubin lay on the table, his breathing was calm and steady.

His consciousness had long entered his dream psychological consultation center.

Currently, he was pulling over a chair to sit by the bookshelf, holding a booklet titled “Transcript of the First Psychological Evaluation Dialogue with Li Mingchen.”

When Nan Zhubin first went to Li Mingchen for a psychological evaluation, he had already acquired the ability of [mory Palace·Basic].

The booklet at hand was the evolution of this ability, docunting every word exchanged during that conversation between Nan Zhubin and Li Mingchen in detail.

“This ability is simply fantastic for a psychological consultant!” Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but exclaim.

One difficult aspect of psychological consultation is that consultants can only simplify the record of the visitor’s issues on-site, resulting in missing so details during subsequent reviews.

So consultants choose to record videos, while others employ fast typists to create verbatim transcripts.

But not every visitor can accept these two thods; focus on privacy and confidentiality leads many visitors to prohibit third-party presence and to strictly forbid audio and video recording.

And now, Nan Zhubin needn’t worry about this anymore.

“What a pity, it’s just a verbatim transcript.” Nan Zhubin thought ambitiously, “If there were pictures, or even videos, that would be great.”

“I wonder if after [mory Palace] advances from [Basic] to [Interdiate] and [Advanced], it can compensate for this shortcoming…”