Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 512: 503: Are You Trying to Stir Things Up Here?

Chapter 512: Chapter 503: Are You Trying to Stir Things Up Here?

If Nan Zhubin rembered correctly, during the recent case-sharing session, there were a few sporadic areas in the audience where low laughter erupted at inappropriate tis.

One of those areas was the place where this round-faced male student was sitting.

At this mont, Nan Zhubin was watching the expression on the other person’s face.

Generally, students with questions have a gaze that remains fixed on the responder, and their eyes naturally follow the speaker’s movents; their eyebrows may show a short-lived rise from the excitent of raising a question, or a brief frown caused by the confusion of a troubling issue; their bodies may lean forward to varying degrees, to lessen the space between them.

But the male student asking the question right now—

[Body slightly leaning back, arms crossed… with a touch of [defense]; but shoulders are relaxed, not very tense.]

[During the earlier narration, there was a long exaggerated raising of the eyebrows, tension on both sides of the cheeks, but occasionally a unilateral upward tug of the mouth corner…]

[Avoiding eye contact with …]

Unexpectedly, just as the final lecture was about to conclude, sothing so… interesting would arise.

The others in the audience were not yet aware, but Nan Zhubin had already adjusted his state without realizing it.

The one in front of him might not be a student with “questions needing answers” in the usual sense.

But his appearance—is not a bad thing.

Perhaps through this student’s “help,” Nan Zhubin could elevate today’s lecture the further, making its impact exceed the previous ones.

Nan Zhubin pondered for a mont, then proactively guided, “You said you have two questions, so what are they…”

But before Nan Zhubin could finish speaking, the round-faced male student interrupted him impatiently, “The first question is about the case you just ntioned, Teacher.”

He was like a debater with prepared argunts, ready to present.

Nan Zhubin held his words, not saying much more, but gestured to the student to “continue.”

The round-faced male student smiled slightly: “Well, Teacher, your case indeed is shocking, the criminal’s thod is novel, and the victim’s fate is distressing.”

His communication skill shows a considerable foundation; even when asking questions, he first gives a complint, exhibiting a maturity sowhat at odds with his age.

“But the case you shared seems rather niche, like… most con artists probably wouldn’t use your thod, would they? After hearing your case, I feel like it might not be that applicable in ordinary scenarios.”

Nan Zhubin nodded: “I do hope you’ll never have to use them; not needing them would truly be great.”

Laughter rang out among the students.

The rhythm of the round-faced male student seed disrupted by Nan Zhubin, he hesitated a bit, as if struggling to reorganize his words: “What I an is—like the scam I encountered before, where I was completely fooled by the scamr, that kind of case.”

The round-faced male student’s words contained so unusual emphasis in certain parts.

He continued: “So I wanted to ask, are there any more commonplace examples, using the kind of tricksters we are more likely to encounter as examples, so the things we learn could be more applicable.”

After saying this, the round-faced male student’s gaze slightly wandered as if scanning the reactions of the other students around.

….

Nan Zhubin raised his eyebrows, deducing from the student’s mannerisms after being interrupted that his earlier [Micro-expression Analysis] had revealed sothing.

Xia Tian furrowed his brow, was this student teaching Teacher Nan how to do his job?

Judge Chen blinked, commonplace examples… hadn’t his lecture been filled with those, was this student unsatisfied or simply not paying attention?

It was already the last section of the lecture, introducing such so-called “common” examples would take considerable ti.

And Nan Zhubin was not going to follow the round-faced student’s lead in answering.

He displayed an expression of genuine interest and asked, “Okay, what’s your second question?”

For Nan Zhubin skipping over the first question and directly asking about the second, the round-faced student was slightly taken aback.

“Uh…” he uttered a series of aningless syllables as if his thoughts were stuck.

Possibly because Nan Zhubin’s actions did not align with his “prepared script.”

“The second question is, well, I want the teacher to explain the reason for that woman… committing suicide.”

This sentence ca out awkwardly, prompting Nan Zhubin to guide and guess, “Are you hoping I could analyze her thoughts at her final monts? You can’t understand her final psychological state?”

And this guess seed to hit the mark, imdiately clearing up the round-faced male student’s hesitancy: “Yes, it’s just that while listening to your lecture earlier, I tried to empathize a bit, and I feel that if the sa thing happened to , I certainly wouldn’t react like that.”

“After all, as you said, ‘I am a victim’ and such, I think we all understand that, so I feel there must be so psychological principles at play here.”

After saying this, the round-faced male student released his arms from their crossed position and placed them on the table instead, again inadvertently scanning the surrounding students, as if observing their reactions.

Nan Zhubin nodded: “You find it hard to understand the mindset under such extre emotions? Let ask you this first, have you ever been in such a state yourself?”

This counter-question hit ho, instantly opening the round-faced student’s talkative side.

“Yes, Teacher, I feel that I have always managed my emotions quite well, and I’m usually quite stable. I’ve always been able to think clearly about the situations I face, so I don’t quite understand the choices others make in many cases.”

The round-faced student smiled, his round cheeks bunching up at the cheekbones:

“Today’s lecture by you, a psychology expert, is just in ti. I’ve always had so doubts about psychology-related issues and have so speculations and… let’s call it research, so I’d like to consult with you.”

In the audience, Xia Tian and the school’s teachers frowned, while the court staff chuckled lightly.

Nan Zhubin also began to smile, his voice surprisingly gentle: “Since you have your speculations and research, let’s not call it ‘consulting’; rather, let’s call it ‘discussing.’ Tell your ideas?”

The round-faced student’s smile grew broader as he scanned his fellow classmates once more, declaring loudly: “I think many of today’s psychological problems have inherent issues. I believe many psychological problems can be avoided. For example, I have never had psychological problems.”