Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 43 - 43 43 This is Talent

43: Chapter 43 This is Talent 43: Chapter 43 This is Talent There was a small commotion among the students watching.

“Senior, look, isn’t that Nan Zhubin?”

“Are you seeing things?

Nan Zhubin was clearly expelled…

Oh my, it really is Nan Zhubin!”

“What’s he doing back here?

What’s he doing now?”

A boy with an unusually large nose and a student with unusually small eyes looked at Nan Zhubin in the distance, puzzled.

How could he appear here at this ti?

They were about to get closer for a clearer look when a young teacher nearby shouted, “Everyone, don’t crowd around!

There’s only three minutes until class!”

The reminder about the ti jolted the onlookers back to reality.

Under the guidance of the teacher and the security guards who rushed over, the crowd quickly began to move orderly.

The surroundings finally beca spacious.

“Senior,” the Big Nose student said softly to the Small Eyes student, “Look at Nan Zhubin.

Is he soothing that girl?

What state is that girl in now…

what is it?”

“Panic attack,” the Small Eyes student squinted and made an accurate judgnt.

He looked in Nan Zhubin’s direction, hinting, “He’s still so impressive…

Wait a minute, is that Miss Weng Pinting next to him?”

The Big Nose student respectfully said, “Isn’t she the consultant whose lecture we’re supposed to attend soon?”

…

Lectures at the university are always promoted in advance and require preregistration.

And for soone like Weng Pinting, a senior consultant who is quite renowned in the industry, promotional posters with her photo are prepared.

Weng Pinting is already known as the “beautiful consultant” by industry standards, with morable features, naturally leaving a deep impression on the students.

Small Eyes and Big Nose, both students attending the lecture in the afternoon, could recognize Weng Pinting at a glance.

Therefore, at this mont, the collaboration between Nan Zhubin and Weng Pinting was intriguing to the professional students.

“The lecturers usually bring their apprentices as assistants, could it be that Nan Zhubin has beco Mr.

Weng’s student…”

The Big Nose student murmured.

But he didn’t get the response he expected and turned his head to see the Small Eyes student busily fiddling with his phone.

“Senior, what are you doing?”

“I have to tell the teacher that Nan Zhubin is back, and he returned with Miss Weng Pinting,” the Small Eyes student said, his eyes flickering, “We need to know what to do next.”

“The teacher hasn’t returned to the country yet, and there’s a twelve-hour ti difference with us here,” the Big Nose student reminded.

The Small Eyes student paused his actions and put down his phone helplessly.

In front, the injured girl finally cald down from her panic state.

Several girls who were either classmates or roommates were already standing by and quickly took over the injured girl’s arm from Weng Pinting, helping her up.

There’s no need for Nan Zhubin and the others to worry anymore; the girls are happy to skip a class to take their companion to the dical room for a check-up.

After that, the young teacher leading them expressed gratitude and apologies to Weng Pinting, saying sothing about being troubleso and so on.

The group gradually began to move away.

“Senior, class is about to start, what are we going to do?” Seeing Nan Zhubin about to disappear, the Big Nose student urged.

The Small Eyes student took a deep breath, “Let’s follow and see first.”

…

“Can you stop looking at like that?” Nan Zhubin sighed.

A couple of steps away, Weng Pinting looked Nan Zhubin up and down, with an intensely curious gaze beyond Level 5.

She clicked her tongue in amazent, “How did you do it?”

“What?”

“The sa words, when you said them, instantly pierced through the sensory block of a panic state.”

Nan Zhubin thought for a mont, “Maybe we shouldn’t use such an aggressive word as ‘pierce through’.

‘Soothing’ sounds better.”

“Ha,” Weng Pinting couldn’t help but chuckle, unfazed by Nan Zhubin’s attempt to change the topic, “So why is it?”

Nan Zhubin posed as if he was in deep thought.

After a mont, he suddenly looked up and said, “What do you think?”

Weng Pinting was taken aback; how did she end up being the one questioned?

“You’re asking ?” she said in disbelief.

But Nan Zhubin nodded matter-of-factly, “You see, we said the sa words to the sa individual in a panic state, right?”

Weng Pinting nodded.

“And then you weren’t effective, and I was, correct?”

Weng Pinting nodded again.

“Isn’t this a phenonon worth researching?”

Nan Zhubin stated confidently, “Using the sa thod on the sa individual state resulted in completely different reactions—doesn’t this warrant exploration and discovery of patterns so we handle similar situations better in the future?

I originally thought Sister Pingting, as a much more experienced consultant than , would surely know the answer; but since we don’t know, your research into its patterns is bound to be more competent than mine, right?”

“So, that’s why I’m asking you.”

Nan Zhubin asserted.

This argunt didn’t entrap Weng Pinting at all; she quickly captured the key points.

“You an you don’t know either?”

Nan Zhubin nodded, “If I have to say, I think speaking in a lower, gentler tone might more easily calm emotionally unstable individuals?”

Weng Pinting bowed her head in contemplation.

She felt both confused and in understanding.

Confused, because with Weng Pinting’s knowledge, she couldn’t imdiately comprehend Nan Zhubin’s previous actions.

Weng Pinting had thoroughly investigated Nan Zhubin’s resu and background, and she couldn’t believe a postgraduate dropout just over twenty had grasped techniques unseen by her.

Furthermore, emotion soothing itself doesn’t require high-tier Psychological Consultation techniques, nor are there any—it only “alleviates” but cannot “cure.”

Not even “rapid alleviation”—only psychiatric dication can rapidly alleviate panic states.

And now, Nan Zhubin managed, to so extent, to play the role of psychiatric dication just through his voice?

This judgnt was hard for Weng Pinting to believe.

But then Weng Pinting “understood.”

Weng Pinting had a formal educational background, with extrely solid professional theory.

She belongs to the type that expands and innovates in the field, rather than being deeply entrenched in past professional achievents.

Hence, when her extensive experience and knowledge couldn’t explain the situation, the remaining answer was clear.

“You didn’t use techniques; you used talent,” Weng Pinting declared.

“There’s a talent in your voice; you’re naturally able to soothe panic, even extre emotional states, in people.”