Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 435 - 428: Reasoning and Desserts

Bai Qinghua slurped her noodles while perking up her ears.

She couldn’t help but nod inwardly upon hearing this.

After answering Shi Qianqian’s puzzled questions, Nan Zhubin thoughtfully asked, "Senior sister, do you understand this issue?"

Shi Qianqian smiled awkwardly, "I understand."

...

It’s sowhat amusing.

Generally, if graduate students choose to join the project groups of renowned professors, the professors are often too busy, so they delegate new students to doctoral or capable master’s seniors to guide them.

These seniors are colloquially known as "little ntors."

But now, Nan Zhubin, looking like Shi Qianqian’s "little ntor," was helping her solve her doubts.

Reversed.

This feeling was unfamiliar to Shi Qianqian, who had been direct-admitted all the way from high school and was headed for a straight Ph.D.

Chonghui chuckled quietly beside her, suggesting she’d get used to it.

However, the spirit of a researcher eventually prevailed, and the joy of gaining knowledge overca the embarrassnt of showing weakness.

Shi Qianqian quickly perked up and raised her most concerned question: "Now I understand that your visit is an adult [Avoidant attachnt personality]."

"But the initial process you used to determine the visitor’s attachnt type wasn’t clear to . What’s the principle behind it?"

"I know you used a series of micro-expression analysis, after all, that’s what we study. But how do you manage to interpret them so quickly and accurately? Is it so new technique? Or a training thod, or..."

Shi Qianqian’s eyes were shining.

Nan Zhubin fell silent for a mont.

"I’m not really sure what the principle is, but I just can."

"Hmm?"

Shi Qianqian blinked.

The researchers didn’t understand.

"If needed, I can compile so common emotional micro-expressions for you to morize. This way, you can recognize similar emotions in the future..."

Nan Zhubin spoke sincerely. Hu Zhongming, who had a handso beard, also approached him to learn micro-expression analysis, and Nan Zhubin used this thod.

He wondered how Hu Zhongming was doing with learning it now.

"No need." Bai Qinghua suddenly interjected.

This drew the students’ attention.

Having finished her noodles, Bai Qinghua was sipping her soup, "Our project group has its micro-expression database, which includes all the common emotions we can collect that trigger micro-expressions. But we’re still collecting data on Chinese people’s micro-expressions. Zhubin, if you have ti, you could help organize it."

Nan Zhubin nodded without hesitation.

Bai Qinghua then turned to Shi Qianqian, "So of the micro-expressions that Zhubin identified in this case were so ’micro’ that they can’t be distinguished through training—they require instrunts. Additionally, what he demonstrated wasn’t just micro-expression identification; he showed exceptional reaction speed and information processing and integration skills."

The teacher looked at her student with admiration, "You’re interested in learning this because you recognize your consulting skills aren’t strong and want to improve, right? But, Qianqian, let be clear with you."

"—Zhubin indeed doesn’t have any specific thods or techniques; this is just how he is."

Completely unreasonable.

Shi Qianqian pursed her lips, feeling a bit at a loss.

This made her mood dip slightly for a mont.

But,

Soon, Shi Qianqian recognized the emotion in her teacher’s eyes—

It wasn’t scolding; it was encouragent.

Then Shi Qianqian realized sothing, and her eyes began to sparkle.

Nan Zhubin’s abilities are irrational, only in regards to their current "capability to explain the reasoning."

If they can’t explain the reasoning now, then research it thoroughly—

Eventually, they’d be able to summarize the reasoning!

And then learn, mimic, train, improve!

This is research!

Watching her third apprentice regain her spirit, Bai Qinghua nodded contentedly.

He then turned to Nan Zhubin, "I’ll arrange a consulting assistant for you later and have Old Liu transfer the visitor’s information to you. Your assistant can try to contact them; maybe they’ll still co."

"Also, Pingting ntioned you wanted at least ten hours of consultation every month, right?"

Nan Zhubin’s eyes lit up, "Yes."

"Why? I also arranged exam training for you. Are you confident?"

"I’m indeed confident," Nan Zhubin said frankly.

This montarily stumped Bai Qinghua.

"But if I really had to say, it’s probably about balancing work and rest. Doing ten hours of consultation will give more energy and make my study more efficient." Nan Zhubin said earnestly.

This statent didn’t stump people.

It just made people a bit dumbfounded.

Bai Qinghua fell silent for a mont, then laughed heartily, feeling carefree.

Nan Zhubin was already quite unusual, so this bit of abnormality now seed quite normal again.

"Alright, I’ll arrange it for you. How frequent do you want it? About two or three tis per week averaged over the month, or concentrated in the first half of the month, then focused on studying in the second half?"

Nan Zhubin thought for a mont, "If possible, I’d like to finish it in the first two days, then focus on studying afterwards."

Good, now starting to say things that stump people again.

"Alright... I’ll arrange it." Bai Qinghua pursed her lips but still added, "But I’ll keep an eye on your status. If the teacher I find reflects that your learning progress isn’t keeping up, I’ll adjust your consultation frequency."

"Of course," Nan Zhubin nodded.

The two soon settled the plan for their future study life with just a few words.

Shi Qianqian listened on the side, her mouth wide open, not understanding.

Yet, given the recent lessons, she was hesitant to ask questions at this mont.

The junior brother decided this way, and the teacher agreed... they must have their reasons, right?

What isn’t understood now, can be studied well in the future, and eventually, it will be understood.

Chonghui silently drew a plate of barbecued pork, starting to pick it up and stuff it into his mouth.

When Nan Zhubin shared the case earlier, he and Shi Qianqian had been so focused on listening that they didn’t have much chance to eat.

Instead, Bai Qinghua had already eaten her fill.

Bai Qinghua dabbed her mouth and stood up, "Alright, now that you guys are introduced briefly, I’ll leave. If I stay here, you probably won’t enjoy eating as much."

The sect’s gathering, with the teacher, the elder present, indeed tends to stifle the atmosphere.

Bai Qinghua and Nan Zhubin exchanged a few more words, then turned and left the private room.

Nan Zhubin curiously asked Chonghui, "Is the teacher very busy? When Liu Jiahang was late earlier, he wasn’t the first to arrive..."

Unexpectedly, Chonghui’s mouth twitched a bit, "You’ll understand in the future... For now, let’s eat."

It makes sense, let’s eat first.

Nan Zhubin’s gaze turned to the table.

This was a Cantonese tea restaurant, reportedly Bai Qinghua’s favorite. So anyti Bai Qinghua hosted a dinner, it would be here.

A Cantonese nu naturally has a lot of desserts.

Nan Zhubin wasn’t particularly fond of sweets.

Rather, he suddenly rembered, a girl he used to know was especially fond of desserts.

Like being triggered by a keyword for a [flashback], an image suddenly burst into Nan Zhubin’s mind at this mont.

Xia Tian.

During his previous ti as a counseling teacher at the Zhejiang University Psychological Center, Nan Zhubin occasionally asked Xia Tian to bring him als.

Each al had a different after-dinner dessert.