Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 877 - 710: Nan Zhubin Says Psychology Has No Mind Reading Technique

As soon as these words came out.

The meeting room immediately echoed with sporadic "pfft" laughter.

Many people covered their mouths instantly to avoid appearing too impolite.

But—it was impossible to suppress. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

It was just too amusing.

Just like Nan Zhubin said—the nearly forty-year-old R&D director in front of them had an inner core that was eager for attention and understanding?

That was indeed quite a contrast.

Especially since the R&D director was "deliberately sitting in the story-sharing seat, yet reluctant to speak, wanting the consultant to interpret."

Such behavior combined with this inner core—

"It kind of feels like... tsundere..." a female employee couldn't help whispering, "and kind of cute."

The male employee who overheard this sized up the ruddy-nosed director on stage and couldn't connect the term "cute" with him at all.

The ruddy-nosed director, after Nan Zhubin finished speaking, was so agitated that he ground his molars.

What is this guy talking about?!

In just a few sentences, most of his authority as a department director dissipated.

Yet he couldn't refute it even if he wanted to—otherwise, what would he say? That he was deliberately sitting here to go against the EAP Project Team and create some discomfort for everyone?

Saying that would be even more inappropriate.

"I..." the ruddy-nosed director instinctively opened his mouth.

Unfortunately, Nan Zhubin's narration was so smooth, there was simply no room for anyone to interject.

Then Nan Zhubin raised a third finger: "And then, there's a third possibility."

"This possibility is the misunderstanding Director Xing has about psychology..."

Nan Zhubin showed an embarrassed smile: "Maybe you've mystified psychology in your mind, thinking it involves 'looking, smelling, cutting and diagnosing' or something..."

"But psychology truly doesn't have any 'mind-reading technique'; it can't analyze a person's thoughts just by looking at them."

"Here, I must clarify: we who study psychology aren't that remarkable..."

Nan Zhubin spoke with authority.

The logic was sound, but with Nan Zhubin uttering it, some listeners felt somewhat incongruous.

The ruddy-nosed director forced a smile: "Teacher Nan is humble, you clearly deduced a lot."

Nan Zhubin shook his head: "This isn't 'reading,' it's merely 'observing.' I observe your actions, your expressions, and your reactions, which reveal information. Such ability, I believe Director Xing can also achieve under certain conditions."

Regarding the boundaries of psychological expertise, Nan Zhubin remained very precise.

It's better not to let the crowd—especially the employees—form any ungainly misconceptions about psychology.

This remark led to some employees below nodding in approval; it wasn't just the ruddy-nosed director, but most of them were also adept at interpreting cues.

Nan Zhubin's words also acted as a piece of [Support], allowing the ruddy-nosed director, who almost couldn't muster a defensive posture after being attacked, to fold his arms again, projecting the demeanor of a department director.

"So if that's the case... Teacher Nan, what did you just observe from me?"

Facing this question, Nan Zhubin shook his head again.

"Strictly speaking, I didn't discern it from you but—"

Nan Zhubin pointed at the three cards in the ruddy-nosed director's hand: "—but deduced it from them."

The ruddy-nosed director was taken aback.

Not just him, others were also astounded. Compared to the other four individuals, the ruddy-nosed director's interpretation of his cards was notably brief and minimal.

What could possibly be discerned?

Nan Zhubin smiled and extended his right hand, palm facing upward: "Let's take another look at these three cards. You said the left card 'a person walking on the road' symbolizes the past; this description is objective and concise."

At first glance, it seemed merely a mechanical recounting of the image's content.

"But—why 'walking' on the road?" Nan Zhubin looked into the ruddy-nosed director's eyes.

"Why wasn't he merely 'on the road'? Why wasn't he 'lingering to rest,' or 'pondering the next path ahead'?"

"Why is the straight line under his feet a 'road,' rather than a 'bridge connecting two places,' or 'a seesaw'?"

Below, Mo Kai's eyes lit up, adeptly switched the large screen, displaying the card to the crowd.

—That card with a blank background, adorned only with black and white lines, depicted a slender figure on a narrow straight line.

"Especially, Director Xing, when interpreting this card, you placed it in the 'past' position. Why not 'present,' or 'future'?"

At this point, Nan Zhubin paused.

Allowing enough space for thought, digestion, and imagination.

...

The [OH Cards] technique, as a psychological intervention method, indeed has limited therapeutic effects.

Nonetheless, it is a psychology technique developed based on subconscious projection.

The ruddy-nosed director was internally shaken.

Really, can you actually deduce something from this?

"A person walking on the road," just seven words, and he had already said them as concisely as possible, yet it could still be elaborately interpreted?

Nan Zhubin's analytical direction incited murmurs below.

Witnessing the ruddy-nosed director's constantly shifting expressions, Nan Zhubin knew the moment had arrived.