Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 514 - 505: The Audience Was Dazzled

Perhaps he thought Nan Zhubin had finished speaking.

The round-faced boy suddenly laughed: "Hmm, hehe... teacher."

He re-crossed his arms, as if using his laughter to buy a little thinking ti. After racking his brains, he stumbled:

"Teacher, what you said is about society, your insights and knowledge are definitely more than mine. Then, hmm, from my perspective as a student, I can’t change much. Personally, I think what I see is—many people have psychological problems because they want too much."

"Like now in school, many teachers say that by junior and senior year, students will feel lost." The round-faced boy added, "But I won’t."

At this point, the round-faced boy’s speech beca a bit more fluent: "I am very focused and at ease. Right now, I am wholeheartedly preparing for a firefighting certificate exam. Once I pass, I can rely on so companies to have a monthly inco of five or six thousand. I am not lost about my future at all. I think anyone who feels lost or has other psychological problems simply thinks too much."

It could be seen that squeezing out this paragraph was already the limit for the round-faced boy; his face turned red at this mont.

The students’ discussions beca slightly louder, but this ti the round-faced boy didn’t look at them.

Nan Zhubin’s expression remained calm. He made a spreading gesture with his hands and said: "See, you are still trying to deconstruct ’macro’ problems from the ’micro’ perspective of the individual. But this exactly—resembles what we just talked about in class."

Saying this, Nan Zhubin temporarily left the round-faced boy aside. He looked around, at all the students raising their heads in the classroom, and clapped his hands to attract their attention.

Then he switched the PPT back to the page on [Error Consensus Effect].

Nan Zhubin said with a smile: "This student is now experiencing [Error Consensus Effect] in my conversation with him."

All the students’ eyes suddenly turned towards Nan Zhubin.

This gave the round-faced boy a mont to breathe, allowing him to glance at Nan Zhubin, the PPT, and around the room.

His gaze was bewildered.

Nan Zhubin pointed to the blackboard: "In the previous case, the victim thought the criminal’s thinking aligned with their own, believing the other party simply wanted money and not to do anything extra."

"In our recent conversation, this student—"

Nan Zhubin turned his gaze back to the round-faced boy, causing him to shiver.

"You also think my thinking aligns with yours. You think I’ll agree with your logic, your way of identifying and questioning problems, and thus solving your final confusion."

"But my approach to thinking is different from yours. In my cognition, the step of ’identifying the problem’ is itself a problem. Therefore, my thought process stops at this node instead of following your thinking further."

Nan Zhubin said aningfully: "Therefore, the final results presented are definitely far from what you imagined."

The students’ discussion grew louder, with so directly laughing out loud.

The round-faced boy’s neck was sowhat stiff; he seed to want to say sothing, but the last bit of defense seed to have squeezed the final drop of ink from his belly, leaving him unable to muster a word even if he poked his throat with his finger.

"Moving on to your issue." Nan Zhubin changed his tone, "You raised many questions just now, which also exposed many problems."

The round-faced boy’s body trembled involuntarily.

"Apart from our ’you and I’ conversation, your individual expression also had strong characteristics of [Error Consensus Effect]."

Nan Zhubin pressed the laser pointer, allowing the small red dot to draw a circular trajectory on the PPT.

The center of the circle is "[Self-centered Bias]—indicating individuals predict others based on their own experience."

"In your recent question statent, you used ’I think’ many tis." Nan Zhubin assud a thoughtful posture. "Almost every sentence uses it at least once, even two or three tis."

"But we’re discussing a social phenonon, a macro topic. You’re using your ’micro perspective’ to interpret other people’s ’micro phenonon’ to validate your own ’macro hypothesis.’"

"This equals incorrectness being compounded, making the derived answers have even greater discrepancies from the real situation."

At this point, Nan Zhubin paused: "You’re a junior, although it’s a liberal arts major, when doing graduation theses, even if not using data analysis, it still requires textual evidence, or [Field Research]? Or [Qualitative Analysis]?"

Nan Zhubin threw out a string of specialized terms, making the round-faced boy’s face turn increasingly red, his eyes even more confused.

"Using these thods to research your doubts might be better." Nan Zhubin kindly reminded, "Of course, we don’t have much ti to popularize these research thods in the lecture; specifically, you can consult your thesis advisor."

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The expression of the court staff nearby had already changed.

Especially the one wearing thick black glasses fras, his expression was as satisfied as if he successfully won a fixed compensation for his victim and was thanked by the family for an hour holding his hand.

The young people couldn’t take this; their faces were sowhat flushed.

He was even mildly dazed, seemingly vaguely projecting himself onto Nan Zhubin on the stage.

To be fair, if encountering such a trouble-seeking student, the man with thick black fras felt he couldn’t reach Nan Zhubin’s current level.

Not talking about the psychology-related issues later, just in front of that student’s "sharing more popular cases" question, the man with thick black fras felt he could only chuckle, saying "Regarding this issue, Judge Chen has already introduced it in detail before, if you still want to understand it thoroughly, we can discuss later."

Then end the lecture.

That way is steady and smooth, allowing this lecture to pass without losing face.

But there’s absolutely no way he could be like Nan Zhubin now: both answering the student’s question, venting the offense suffered, demonstrating higher cognition, and showcasing remarkable personal cultivation.

He nearly shone on the podium.

The people below were also pleased to watch.

The man with thick black fras knew that what Nan Zhubin said to the round-faced boy looked polite and even "kind-hearted." But every word was essentially a hidden needle.

The attacks ca one after another.

If this weren’t a student lecture now, he guessed Teacher Nan’s attacks would be stronger. The man with thick black fras speculated in his heart.

In fact, it was indeed the case.

Nan Zhubin looked at the round-faced boy. If this were in a consulting room, he would have prepared to use [Confrontation].

Directly questioning: you are not asking questions; you are showcasing yourself. Do you really wish others to understand you? Are you eager for attention?

Do you seldom communicate with people? Or does no one wish to communicate with you?

Or more directly—do you have no friends?

Unfortunately, this is a lecture, and Nan Zhubin’s identity is that of a teacher.

He can only let it pass this ti.