Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 109 - 108: I Came to See a Friend

Jiangdu "Liu" "Lin" Psychological Clinic?

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow.

There are generally two naming habits for private clinics:

First, choose a term related to the industry-specific jargon or the services provided, then add some puns.

Second, or select one character each from the founder’s surname and given name, and crudely combine them to create the clinic’s sign.

"Liu, Lin Clinic." Nan Zhubin muttered the name again.

"Lin, Teacher Li Lin..."

Nan Zhubin sighed heavily, "Truly not hiding from anyone."

"No, perhaps they never thought about hiding before, but instead aimed to gain fame. After all... the ’incident’ started with me."

Nan Zhubin opened the map app on his phone, entered the name of the clinic, and searched—

The address appeared as well.

"Nice. Next, I just need to figure out what ’special issue’ Li Minglu has that wasn’t documented."

"Because of this, I’ll also have to visit the university’s psychological health center once more."

The referrals processed by Liu Lin Psychological Clinic mostly have passed through Jiang University’s psychological health center.

Thus, Jiang University psychological center is an information collection point that Nan Zhubin must visit.

Not to mention, Jiang University psychological center was already on Nan Zhubin’s schedule today anyway. Considering that with Yan Nuo Center’s current half-dead consultation volume, the best short-term path for Nan Zhubin to meet the Monthly Goal is to volunteer at the university’s consultation room.

"However, there is still one issue here."

"After all, I was expelled..."

Although Nan Zhubin previously worked as a part-time psychological consultant at Jiang University’s psychological center, his current status is different.

Approaching the psychological center with his current identity might lead to rejection.

"But if Sister Pingting puts in a word, the situation should improve."

Just at this moment, Nan Zhubin suddenly thought of something.

He opened WeChat’s [Moments], quickly scrolling with his fingers.

A post appeared before his eyes.

[Xia Tian:

Shared article—from [Jiang University Psychological Health Center]

"This Autumn, come experience Jiang University Group Psychological Workshop!"]

Nan Zhubin blinked, the corners of his mouth inexplicably lifting.

...

The afternoon sun in winter poured down, perfectly evoking sleepiness.

It was just past 2:30 PM, the time when university students, having just finished their nap, hovered between wakefulness and drowsiness.

Xia Tian wore a light layer of makeup, her cheeks rosy and her spirit vibrant.

But when no clients came in, she would secretly lean on the desk with her head resting on her arm, eyes half-closed like a lazy, slacking cat.

Students in the law department have a considerable amount of material to memorize compared to other humanities fields; for those who stay up all night studying and then attend classes the next day to earn credits, mastering the art of semi-conscious automation has long been routine.

If they enter the workforce later, they’ll undoubtedly excel in goofing off.

Tap, tap—

Footsteps suddenly emerged indistinctly outside the door.

Xia Tian abruptly pulled her Spirit from a level 2 back to a level 7. For students seeking help at the psychological center, it is imperative that the colleague at the front desk greets them immediately, which is a form of Support in social interactions.

Of course, overly enthusiastic Support may scare away some students, so after much consideration, the school advises front desk students to greet with a "relatively warm but not overly warm" emotion, maintaining their voice at a "clear but not too loud" level.

"Hello there—"

"—Hi!"

Xia Tian suddenly reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her volume shooting up as she uttered the last two words as if propelled by a rocket.

Her eyes lit up, Spirit surging from 7 all the way to 10!

At the entrance, Nan Zhubin watched Xia Tian with a smile.

"Hello to you too, Xia Tian."

After a moment, he added a conventional exchange: "Long time no see."

Long time no see.

These four words nearly sent Xia Tian’s Spirit soaring once again, surpassing the 10-point threshold.

But years of self-image, emotion, and facial management finally came in handy at this moment.

The light makeup covered the face that was reddening, her lamb-wool curled hair hid ears that were heating up, and her high-collared sweater and scarf just managed to conceal the color on her neck.

Xia Tian was still able to seemingly respond normally, "Indeed long time no see... Mr. Nan."

"How do you have time to visit... the psychological center today?"

Nan Zhubin lowered his head, pondering momentarily.

"I’m thinking of trying to take on consultation cases again to accumulate hours, and today I’m here to discuss this with the teacher in charge."

Is he planning to stay at the consultation center permanently?

Xia Tian’s pupils slightly widened, her Spirit overflowing, and now truly about to break the limit of 10!

"This was part of my previous plan. But I just saw your moment and learned you’re also working here, as a student assistant for the consultation, right? So it became my second purpose—coming to find you."

Xia Tian’s breathing grew rapid, her Spirit on the verge of breaking the limit, nearly there! Nearly there!!

"—I was thinking if you could do me a favor."

Xia Tian’s Spirit suddenly fell to a level 6.

"Oh," she said, "What is it this time?"

"I recently picked up a case and found some issues; I might need to check some records in the psychological center."

Upon hearing it was serious business, Xia Tian’s Spirit slightly rose, reaching a level 7.

"Roughly what is the situation—uh, I understand there may be things you can’t tell me—so just tell me directly, what do you need me to do?"

Seeing Xia Tian suddenly becoming serious, Nan Zhubin smiled and shook his head.

"I can’t ask for your help without letting you know anything. This time it is more troublesome than before, in short—"

Nan Zhubin was about to say something.

An office door behind Xia Tian suddenly opened, and a voice came over, interrupting their conversation.

"Xia Tian, what was all the noise just now? And you are—"

A male teacher, seemingly young yet not young for the university teaching profession, walked out from the office.

His skin was dull and slightly coarse, appearing about thirty years old, with a large but not muscular build, and short hair with no discernible style. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

After he focused on the person outside, his brows furrowed intensely: "You are—Nan Zhubin?"

[The expression on his face was very similar to Bald Yang and Small-Eyes Huang.]

[But, it wasn’t the guilty, malicious expression; the level seemed less intense.]

[It was closer to the initial Bearded Fellow, a sense of... wariness?]

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