Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 118 - 117: You Really Know How?

The reasoning is sound, but the state you are displaying now is not very reasonable.

The expression of absurdity on the face of the center’s managing teacher showed no signs of alleviation.

After all, the center’s managing teacher was a master’s graduate in this field.

That’s why he deeply understood what [Micro-expression Analysis] was.

A technique so mysterious that some insiders might mistake it for pseudoscience.

He further knew what it meant for someone to have practiced this skill to the extent it became an automatic reflex.

So he didn’t believe it.

He thought Nan Zhubin was just using [Micro-expression Analysis] as a guise for negotiation tactics to trick him into voluntarily revealing the truth.

"Nan Zhubin..." the center’s managing teacher began, about to say something.

But Nan Zhubin considerately interrupted him, "Forget it, now that things have reached this point, let’s continue—this is indeed a suitable moment for [Micro-expression Analysis]."

"I am investigating some matters, which, given your current stance, you certainly should not be discussing with me. But I have already seen your professional ethics, and I believe you are actually on my side in this."

Nan Zhubin’s expression was sincere, "So next, I will ask you some questions. You don’t need to answer me verbally; just standing here and receiving my questions is the greatest help. And if you feel I’m going too far, you can leave anytime and refuse my questions."

"...Oh, sorry, I got a bit ahead of myself. Before I ask those critical questions, I need you to answer a few relatively simple ones since my subsequent judgment requires some finer reference points."

Nan Zhubin showed an innocuous expression, "First, can you tell me your age—please, tell the truth."

...

The center’s managing teacher didn’t know why he cooperated with Nan Zhubin.

Perhaps it was because of the consultation records on the table, which completely contradicted his prior judgment;

Or maybe it was the lingering shadow from a year ago that he couldn’t shake off;

Or perhaps, at that moment, the question posed by Nan Zhubin struck at the heart of his most pressing and troubling concerns?

In any case, he ended up cooperating with Nan Zhubin in what seemed a very clumsy and childish lie detection game from a professional’s perspective.

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"What did you have for breakfast today? Please tell the truth for this question."

"...Glutinous rice with soy milk."

The center teacher answered honestly.

The center’s managing teacher felt he was being very understanding towards Nan Zhubin.

Then he heard Nan Zhubin switch topics.

"The preparations are done; now we officially begin."

"Let me confirm—it’s often the case that students visiting the consultation center are referred to an external center, right?"

The center’s managing teacher blinked, feeling that the topic switched quickly, and it wasn’t a question he should answer in his capacity.

He was about to speak, but Nan Zhubin interrupted him.

"I was right." Nan Zhubin nodded, as if talking to himself.

The center’s managing teacher breathed unevenly, momentarily startled by Nan Zhubin. But he quickly regained his composure because transferring students out of the consultation center wasn’t a secret. Nan Zhubin’s so-called lie detection might just be a tactic using known information to bluff...

What happened next caught him completely off guard.

Nan Zhubin continued, "It’s often the case that students visiting the consultation center are referred to an external center—but the referring of students from the consultation center isn’t a secret, nor is it a problem, because severe psychological issues indeed cannot be managed at the school level, and you shouldn’t have this kind of hostility towards me because of it."

Nan Zhubin pondered, "So there must have been a fair number of referrals that you felt unnecessary, right?"

"Great, right—now to press further, most of these unnecessarily referred students were sent to the same psychological clinic, weren’t they?"

"Again, correct—fantastic, then, is that psychological clinic owned by my ’teacher’?"

"Excellent—correct!"

Nan Zhubin understood.

Consultations conducted at the school are free, but because the issues were too severe, being referred to an off-campus clinic naturally led to charges starting again.

From being referred free of charge within the campus to an off-campus fee-based clinic, especially when referred to a clinic with a school-employed professor’s name, it does seem a bit problematic.

Not to mention the fact that the professor’s student, who had previously been dismissed for a consultation incident, had now returned to the consultation center, which looked even more concerning.

It’s no wonder the center’s managing teacher initially had such animosity towards Nan Zhubin.

"Since this is the case, you should be familiar with the information from my teacher’s psychological clinic. So I’d like to know, after I left, did many visitors get referred out from the psychological clinic once again?"

"Yes—and among them, quite a few visitors for various reasons were referred back to my ’teacher’s’ psychological clinic?"

"Great." Nan Zhubin took a deep breath, "Correct."

He had found the right place.

Originally, he was just here to find Xia Tian, because the girl, as a student assistant at the psychological center, had the authorization to organize files and could help him gather information.

But having a student engage in unauthorized operations might likely end up getting the girl in trouble afterward; although it wouldn’t be serious, it carried the risk of dragging her down.

In fact, until he walked into the consultation center, Nan Zhubin hadn’t decided to involve Xia Tian.

But now it’s different; Nan Zhubin felt he might have secured a more powerful ally.

...

Nan Zhubin was delighted in his heart, while the teacher in charge of the center was in shock.

Even feeling perplexed.

He felt his expertise was being challenged.

A far more serious challenge compared to the previous consultation mistake.

"You... really know micro-expression analysis." The managing teacher heard himself say, his voice dry.

...

"Professor Ma." Nan Zhubin glanced at the nameplate on the other’s workstation and finally learned his surname, allowing him to use a relatively familiar form of address.

"Believe it or not, I really want to solve some problems—these issues trouble one of my clients and also trouble visitors who came to the center before or might come in the future."

"And it troubles you as well."

"But I know, due to your position, no matter how much you doubt or disapprove, you can only turn a blind eye to these issues."

Nan Zhubin spoke sincerely, "And I, am different."

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