Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 467: 458

Chapter 467: Chapter 458

Nan Zhubin began to observe the other person closely.

The visitor was male, in his early twenties, with a familiar clarity in his eyes. Nan Zhubin guessed he was a senior university student, or possibly a recent graduate or a graduate student.

Of dium build, fairly solid, round-faced, wearing black-frad glasses. He was wearing a sun-protective jacket over a regular short-sleeve shirt, and shorts on the lower half.

“Hello, teacher.” Upon seeing Nan Zhubin, the visitor nodded vigorously, slightly inclining his upper body in a gesture resembling a bow.

Hmm, he probably is a student, the type that doesn’t have a job.

“Hello, please sit.” Nan Zhubin gestured with his palm facing up towards the sofa, “My surna is Nan, you can call Teacher Nan.”

The visitor’s movents were sowhat stiff, as if he felt a bit “dazed,” as the saying goes.

“Hello, teacher, my na is Yu Qi.” After settling on the two-person sofa, the first thing he said was, “Teacher, I’ve had depression for four years.”

Nan Zhubin adjusted his expression, slightly fading the smile on his face, involuntarily sitting up with a more proper posture.

First, investigate the past dical history: “How was it diagnosed?”

The visitor took a deep breath: “There was a period when I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t sleep well, felt lethargic in everything, so I went to see a doctor. The doctor did so examinations and prescribed dication.”

Nan Zhubin asked ticulously: “What kind of examinations?”

“Just filling out so forms and stuff.”

Nan Zhubin inquired further: “Were there any other physiological examinations?”

The visitor was taken aback: “Are they needed?”

Nan Zhubin smiled, shifting the direction: “How do you usually take the dication?”

The visitor shook his head: “I worry those dications might be harmful to my body, so I barely dared to take them… but I indeed have prescriptions, you can see for yourself, teacher.”

As he spoke, the visitor took out his phone, found a picture, and placed it in front of Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin glanced at the photo, then scanned the visitor’s expression.

Before Nan Zhubin could cue the process, the visitor quickly followed up: “I ca for counseling today also because recently my depression has been acting up again, so I hope the teacher can help figure out how to resolve my issues.”

Nan Zhubin nodded thoughtfully and said, “Okay.”

Then he stretched out his hand, indicating the visitor to start telling his story.

The visitor pursed his lips:

“In the beginning, it was because I joined a club during college. I didn’t have much interaction with any of the girls in the club, but suddenly, in the second sester of my sophomore year, soone accused of harassing her.”

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow: “‘Her’?”

aning he wanted to know the girl’s na.

The visitor just nodded: “I don’t even know who it is; it must be her vanity, slandering .”

Nan Zhubin’s body relaxed a bit, leaning back, with his forefinger upright in front of his lips.

The visitor continued: “Then so of the guys in our class, like Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang, whose family backgrounds and intelligence are far inferior to mine, used the harassnt allegations to mock .”

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, showing a bit of expression.

“If the harassnt incident involved soone else, maybe Yang Shihua would just say a few words privately, and that would be it.” The visitor wrinkled his nose, “But Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang wanted to use this incident to vent their long-standing jealousy towards science students and a Shanghai person like —Zhen Xiang got a C in physics entrance exam, failing even the advanced math retake before graduation.”

The visitor fixed his gaze on Nan Zhubin’s face, unsure whether he was looking at Nan Zhubin’s eyes or so other part of his face.

“So Yang Shihua posted announcents about it in the club, even wrote about it in a moir and uploaded it to the group files, he even reported it to the university where I’m pursuing my master’s…”

The information was vast, and the logic a bit chaotic.

Nan Zhubin gestured, making a sorting gesture, and asked:

“This ‘Yang Shihua’ and ‘Zhen Xiang’ are—”

“Both my roommates; Yang Shihua was also the president of that club at the ti.” The visitor answered.

Nan Zhubin nodded to signify understanding and added, “Are you now pursuing a master’s degree?”

The visitor nodded.

Nan Zhubin felt he was about to witness the biodiversity of graduate students once again today.

The visitor continued telling his story, gritting his teeth: “Initially, Yang Shihua and I got along well, but after I had been slandered for a year, he suddenly wrote a moir in his chat group, ntioning this incident.”

“He used so exaggerated and disgusting terms, claiming I ‘constantly harassed the girls in the club.’ In fact, it wasn’t even harassnt, and he said ‘constantly,’ which is really malicious!”

The visitor frowned: “He intended to harm from the start.”

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, finding many unusual points in this narrative as well.

However, the visitor seed quite talkative at the mont, and it didn’t seem convenient or necessary to interrupt.

Nan Zhubin continued listening.

“Though Yang Shihua didn’t exploit this matter to insult like Zhen Xiang did, he always had a habit he couldn’t shake: he loved making a public spectacle—writing that moir proves it!”

The visitor pouted hard, making a pitiful expression, but his eyes were full of anger.

“Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang both accused of harassing girls, and their persistence wasn’t coincidental. It was inevitable as they were like-minded, because they both have low intelligence, never passing the advanced math make-up exams.”

“Praising each other is just praising themselves. Using the harassnt issue to belittle is indirectly elevating themselves. Zhen Xiang scored a C in the physics entrance exam, perford exceptionally in the college entrance exam, ended up being my roommate. Yet, he still couldn’t pass the advanced math make-up exam before graduation; what does it indicate? A poor student remains a poor student, failing is still failing.”

Nan Zhubin sorted through the information—was sothing from this passage stated before?

The visitor’s speech pace quickened: “Zhen Xiang enjoyed calling ‘Yu the silly,’ ‘Yu the leper,’ ‘Yu the sissy,’ ‘Leper B…,’ especially liked using words like leper, and harassnt to insult , said it countless tis throughout college. I don’t know what grave mistake I made for him to hold such a grudge, imdiately hurling insults whenever he saw .”

“I’m sure Zhen Xiang isn’t sympathetic to the girls; he just wants to use the ‘alleged harassnt’ incident to belittle . He scored a C in his Physics exam, excelled in the entrance exam to get into our university, yet failed the advanced math make-up exams before graduating.”

Nan Zhubin blinked, confirming that he wasn’t under attack by the Golden Experience Requiem, but rather the visitor repeating a segnt again.

The visitor pouted forcefully: “I scored A in Physics, only getting into this university due to underperformance from an injury before the exam. Zhen Xiang harbors jealousy towards . If he genuinely disapproved of the issue itself, he wouldn’t have turned to personal attacks on . Now that our university abolished the harmful entrance exam policy, opting for the national exam. If on the national exam, Zhen Xiang could only enter a vocational school, while I could attend a top-tier university!”

At this point, the visitor’s voice suddenly rose, and he began to pant.

Nan Zhubin pondered, attempting to steer the consultation: “It seems the incident originated from an issue of communication between you and another girl in the club?”

Nan Zhubin earnestly softened his phrasing.

“Could you elaborate on that matter?”