Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

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Huang Xin lowered his head: "Later, my company became too incompetent. They didn't care about the effectiveness of the intervention; they just wanted to sell more consultation time. Sometimes they even wanted me to extend a consultation that could be completed in one or two sessions to four or five."

I see, it's a common problem with commercial psychological counseling agencies.

Nan Zhuren also lowered his head and said sincerely, "You may not believe it if I tell you, but I understand."

It seems there's some empathy involved.

But Nan Zhuren then changed the subject: "But weren't we just talking about the 'mentorship system'? Why have you been telling your own story for so long?"

But not many people empathize with them.

Psychologists in everyday life can sometimes be quite impatient in conversations—after all, you're not paying me for consultations, and I'm very expensive.

Huang Xin glanced at Nan Zhuren but ignored him.

He continued, speaking to himself, "Besides being terrible at intervention, the company I worked for also had terrible staff. My first regular client was someone a senior consultant in his thirties was passing the buck to me, but I accepted it. Afterwards, that senior consultant even came to me for advice, and I realized that the other person wasn't a consultant at all, just someone to 'chat with.'"

Nan Zhuren glanced at Huang Xin, but he had no idea about Huang Xin's consulting skills.

However, judging from the other party's description, Huang Xin is a "student who has more than 100 hours of consultation time right after graduation," which is still very rare.

However, this rarity only applies to students. If it were in the general public, and someone could suppress a "senior consultant" in their thirties, then that consulting firm would definitely have problems.

Sure enough, Huang Xin then said, "I found that I couldn't learn anything in this company. I couldn't get high-quality cases, and I couldn't practice my skills when intervening. All I could think about was money, money, money. When I looked at the consultant in his thirties who came to me for advice, I felt that he was probably what I would be like at thirty."

"So I decided to take the postgraduate entrance exam."

Nan Zhuren looked at Huang Xin, and Huang Xin also looked at Nan Zhuren.

“I didn’t pursue graduate studies right after graduation; I was already a year late compared to others.”

"When I decided to take the postgraduate entrance exam, I was working and studying at the same time during the first year. But because I had too little time to prepare and I chose the very popular Jiangnan University Applied Psychology Master's program, I failed the exam and wasted another year."

"In my third year, I quit my job and took a full-time break to study for the exam. I didn't leave myself any way out, and that's how I got in. By then, many of my former classmates were about to graduate, and I had to start calling my former juniors 'senior' and 'senior'."

Nan Zhuren understood the implied meaning in Huang Xin's words.

He concluded, "You need to tell me that you have high expectations for your graduate studies; at the same time, you also have high sunk costs."

Huang Xin smiled, but his expression was one of helplessness.

That smile was fleeting, and then he straightened his expression again, simply nodding to indicate that Nan Zhuren's summary was indeed correct.

"So let's get back to the topic now—the mentorship system."

"Under these circumstances, I chose Professor Lin as my advisor. Yes, graduate student life is indeed very different from what I imagined."

"But even if they are truly worlds apart, I have no more chances to make mistakes. I can only go down this path to the bitter end. He made me do side jobs, made me commit academic fraud, and now he's making me do dirty work to you... I can only accept it."

"I can't possibly side with you against the teacher. I'm not like you. Even if you get fired, you can still establish yourself in a consulting firm, and maybe even get close to a top consultant like Teacher Weng."

"If I get fired, I'll just be a 27-year-old graduate with no education, no savings, and no social or work experience."

"Without completing my postgraduate studies, I'm not even as valuable as I was when I was 22 and had just graduated with my bachelor's degree. Do you understand?"

Nan Zhuren blinked. Huang Xin stood up, clearly having reached the end of his story and unwilling to continue.

“I’m telling you this to affirm you—you’re right, I do sympathize with Li Minglu. So you can trust what I’m saying, and I hope you can handle Li Minglu as a client well. As for your issues with the teacher… don’t involve the client.”

Nan Zhuren nodded solemnly: "Of course. But are you sure the teacher will follow this rule?"

Huang Xin paused for a moment.

He avoided the question and continued, "Also, I want you to understand that under the 'mentorship system,' once I help you, it's basically the same as me being dead."

"Even if you manage to bring down Teacher Lin later and you can just walk away, what about me? After I help you, what will happen to me if I transfer to another teacher's team at the academy?"

Looking at the silent Nan Zhuren, Huang Xin shook his head.

"So, stop asking me to find any ledgers for you. I'd be happy if you could bring down the teacher, and I'd be free... but I won't do it for you. I hope you understand."

The senior student, who had talked a lot tonight, shook his down jacket and locked up all the sleeves, collar, hem, and other places where the cold wind might get in.

Before Nan Zhuren could say anything more, he hurried forward and disappeared from Nan Zhuren's sight.

This time, Nan Zhuren did not speak up to stop the other party.

He looked up at the streetlights thoughtfully, then suddenly took out his phone and opened the chat window for [Weng Pingting].

I typed something out quickly and then waited quietly for a reply.

"Teacher Nan?"

Nan Zhuren, who was waiting quietly, looked up and saw that Xia Tian had already returned from the cafeteria.

The little girl was carrying a plastic takeout box in each hand.

Her small face was hidden inside her hat, as if she wanted to look around; but because her clothes were too thick, her entire upper body turned around with her head, like a little teddy bear.

"Where's Huang Xin? Has he left? Did nothing happen?"

Nan Zhuren smiled and comforted him, "I'm fine, but he—he really needs some psychological counseling."

Xia Tian blinked, not quite understanding, and replied somewhat bewilderedly, "You cured him?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head: "Mental health issues are never that simple. Senior Brother Huang Xin has already talked himself through countless times. He is facing more practical problems than psychological ones; the only way to cure him is to change reality."

Xia Tian seemed to understand but not quite, and decided not to bother trying: "Anyway, Teacher Nan, you're alright, right?"

Nan Zhuren laughed out loud: "Not only are we alright, but we've also reaped quite a harvest, if everything goes smoothly—"

He was halfway through his sentence when his phone screen suddenly lit up.

It was Weng Pingting who replied.

Nan Zhuren looked over, and the corners of his mouth curved into a wider smile: "Now everything is really going smoothly."

(End of this chapter)