Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 343 - 343 341 Changing Perspective A Moment of Vastn

343: Chapter 341: Changing Perspective, A Mont of Vastness 343: Chapter 341: Changing Perspective, A Mont of Vastness Nan Zhubin and the others exchanged glances.

Could it be that Chang Ming has simply run out of ideas, given up thinking, and left early?

He doesn’t seem like that kind of person.

“It seems he might have thought of sothing, but it’s not sothing he wants us to know?” Weng Pinting speculated.

What kind of thoughts can’t be shared with the three Psychological Consultants present?

Whatever he’s thinking, it seems he doesn’t intend to cooperate with the current consultants any longer.

The situation is a bit sudden.

Weng Pinting frowned; as the most senior and experienced among those present, her expertise lay primarily in the realm of consultation itself.

And it’s focused on the individual clients.

For matters related to real-world issues like this one, they exceed her professional scope.

“Chang Ming knows the campus regulations better than any of us.

Without him, it’s tough to co up with a solution.”

Nan Zhubin’s eyes suddenly focused.

When it cos to “regulations and laws”…

Does just understanding “law” without the “regulations” and “rules” count?

…

Inside the small individual study room, the table only held a transparent amber water cup, a pile of haphazardly spread out books, and a densely written study notebook.

In the upper-right corner of the table was an old phone—not a smartphone, but an old model.

That phone appeared to be the kind of outdated product that should have been phased out ten years ago, with a plastic case and a screen only two fingers wide, yet its thickness was akin to a brick.

This device seed only to have basic functions like making and receiving calls, likely insufficient for even playing Tetris for entertainnt.

Yet, so people specifically require such devices with entertainnt functions disabled.

“[Basic principles of conviction] mainly include…

Objective judgnt precedes subjective judgnt, formal judgnt precedes substantive judgnt, categorical judgnt precedes individual judgnt, and factual judgnt precedes value judgnt…”

“‘Objective judgnt precedes subjective judgnt’ ans that…

in the conviction process, the objective behavior should be analyzed to see if it ets the criteria for constituting a cri before determining subjective intent or negligence…”

A voice like a spring flowed through the study room as the speaker recited the information.

There seed to be a few thoughtful pauses during the recitation, but overall it was very smooth.

The owner of this voice was obviously diligent, having grasped the underlying logic of this piece of knowledge rather than rely rote morizing it.

After finishing this knowledge point, the speaker took a sip from the water cup to wet their throat, and turned their gaze back to the study notebook.

The notebook had “[Basic principles of conviction]” written at the top, but the part containing answers was covered by other sheets of paper.

Removing the cover, the speaker cross-referenced the content they just recited with the answers, nodding in satisfaction before moving on to the next topic.

“[Conditions and Responsibilities for Incitent], the conditions include…”

Ring ring ring—

The aged and distorted ringtone suddenly ca from the old phone in the upper-right corner of the desk.

Interrupted in the midst of studying, Xia Tian furrowed her brows.

She had specially acquired a phone with only basic functions to concentrate fully on her revision—a common tactic among those preparing for postgraduate exams.

The goal was to eliminate unnecessary ti-wasting due to weak self-control while still being reachable for important ssages.

“Dad should be at work now; he wouldn’t pick up even if I called, let alone call .”

“So, it must be a teacher?

Are there any urgent materials or notices that need imdiate attention…”

She grabbed the phone and glanced at it.

Her frown imdiately relaxed.

It was indeed an important ssage!

“Hello?

Mr.

Nan!”

The voice was light and uplifting, as if ready to fly out the window like a bird.

“Yes, it’s .

Sorry for disturbing you so late…”

“No, no, it’s all right.

Since you left Jiang University, Mr.

Nan, we haven’t seen each other in a long ti.

Contacting now, it must be sothing important!”

The bird had flown away.

“It’s like this, I have so law-related questions I want to consult you about.

And since there are many related parties around , I need to put it on speaker; is that okay?”

“Oh, that’s okay.”

The sound, as if sothing landed, cald Xia Tian’s voice a bit more.

“So, it’s like this—”

…

Nan Zhubin organized his thoughts simply, keeping it short.

Of course, he omitted the nas and ages of key figures, only discussing the nature and general outline of the situation.

Xia Tian expressed understanding, and also ntioned it was customary.

After a brief mont of thought, Xia Tian, whose mind was at the peak of theoretical knowledge, began reciting:

“If what you just ntioned about that teacher’s incitent leads to a student being physically hard, it might constitute [intentional injury].

Minor injuries carry a penalty of up to three years of fixed-term imprisonnt, detention, or control, while severe injuries carry a penalty of over three years to ten years…”

“If she incited students to publicly insult or fabricate facts to defa the victim through speech, text, or the internet, it might constitute [insult] and [defamation] cris, punishable by up to three years…”

“As a person with educational responsibilities, long-term indulgence or implentation of bullying might also constitute [abuse of guardianship or custody], punishable by up to three years…”

“If that doesn’t work, there’s also [picking quarrels and provoking trouble], if she…”

Nan Zhubin, not well-versed in the law, listened with his mouth gradually agape.

Like swallowing knowledge out of thin air.

Did breaking free from academic thinking open up a vast world instantly?

In a thick book, can you always find a custom-made path for you?

“However…” Xia Tian continued, “most of these are [private prosecutions], unlike the two [public prosecutions] cases we handled before with Wang An and Lin Lulin.”

Xia Tian was referring to the past cases of Wang An and Lin Lulin.

“This requires the victim or their legal representatives to file the lawsuit themselves, and it’s best to prepare the necessary evidence…”

This was the issue.

Nan Zhubin thought for a mont and asked, “What evidence is needed?”

“Direct evidence, such as written or recorded or video evidence of the teacher’s incitent, testimonies from incited students, and statents and dical records from the victimized students…”

“Indirect evidence is also viable, like witness statents from other students, teachers, or parents who saw the teacher’s incitent, historical records of the teacher’s longstanding indulgence or tacit approval of bullying as behavior pattern evidence, and electronic data from social dia…”

“Of course, Mr.

Nan, if you can get her to confess, that would be even better; you seem pretty good at that…”

Nan Zhubin smiled.

Then he turned off the speakerphone, put the phone to his ear, and chatted with Xia Tian about everyday matters for a bit.

Hung up.

Turning around, Weng Pinting and Chonghui’s gazes toward him gradually changed.

“I always feel like you’re thinking of sothing strange again,” Weng Pinting sighed.

Her tone carried a habitual helplessness.

“What are you planning to do?”