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

Chapter 217 You can never fool yourself; your subconscious will make the choices for you.
Huang Xin stood at the door of the research group's office and took a deep breath.

He took out his campus card and swiped it on the smart lock at the entrance.

With a "beep" sound, the sound of mechanical movement could be heard.

For teachers, there are generally two fixed locations in the school: one is the department office of the college, and the other is the teacher's personal research group office.

The former is arranged by the college, with an office structure similar to that of a primary or secondary school, where only teachers are present.

The latter refers to senior professors applying to the college for a workspace for themselves and their students, based on their own research needs.

Generally speaking, young lecturers and associate professors stay in the college office; but once they apply for their own research group office, they will basically stay in the research group.

Meanwhile, professors will set up "workstations" for students in their research group offices, using these spaces as student offices as well. If a student has a good workstation, they can use it as a study room, eliminating the need to compete for seats in the library.

Huang Xin is a third-year graduate student. Since he got his own workstation during his graduate studies, he has come to the office almost every day.

If you have any questions, discuss them with the teacher; if you don't have any questions, then study on your own. Whether you are truly learning the knowledge or just putting on a show in front of the teacher, it doesn't matter.

Huang Xin is eager to improve.

Having persevered from his first year of graduate school to his third, Huang Xin is now considered Lin Lilin's "top disciple" among all his current graduate students.

Although Lin Lilin hadn't initially assigned Huang Xin any work at his mental health clinic, all other miscellaneous tasks, such as expense reports, student manuscript review, classroom bookings, and organizational coordination, had been delegated to Huang Xin.

Compared to being the "top disciple," Huang Xin is more like the "chief steward."

As a result, Huang Xin came to the research group's office more frequently. He spent more time there than in the classroom, library, canteen, and dormitory combined.

But today, facing the familiar office door, Huang Xin hesitated for a moment.

click-

The door opened, and as expected, there was no one inside.

This was a quiet time slot that Huang Xin, who was familiar with the office, specifically chose.

After closing the door, Huang Xin took a deep breath to gather his courage, and then quickly ran to Lin Lilin's desk.

He glanced at the small safe in the corner, then focused his gaze on the table in front of him.

Her hands moved quickly through the pages. First the notebook on the desk, then the folders on the bookshelf, then the drawers, storage boxes, shelves…

Huang Xin's breathing became rapid and disordered, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He had only wanted to find a schedule, but gradually he seemed to forget his purpose and began to frantically search through everything in sight.

Thump—click.

My fingers touched a locked drawer.

Huang Xin ignored him. Instead of changing his target, he picked up the lock and started pulling on it, making "thump" and "click" sounds.

His strength grew stronger and stronger until he became almost hysterical, as if he wanted to use his own strength to pull the lock off and see what was inside the drawer.

drop--

Just then, the smart lock suddenly sounded a notification sound indicating that the smart lock had passed the verification.

"what?"

Liu Pan walked in and immediately spotted Huang Xin.

"Brother, why are you here?"

……

Huang Xin silently put a stack of disposable cups back on Lin Lilin's desk, and then took out a black ballpoint pen and two refills from his mentor's pen holder.

His expression was far from calm and composed; rather, it conveyed an uncomfortable feeling of forcibly suppressing some emotion.

At the same time, it also carries a sense of guilt, as if someone has discovered that you have done something wrong.

"I, uh... never mind, don't tell the teacher." Liu Pan immediately showed a knowing look: "The experiment didn't go well? You look terrible, senior."

Huang Xin nodded, stuffed the pen and refill into his pocket, then walked to the water dispenser and gulped down three-quarters of a cup of cold water and a quarter of a cup of hot water.

"I encountered a really awful subject, and I felt like my brain was about to explode."

Liu Pan nodded knowingly. He carried a folder in his right hand and walked smoothly to Lin Lilin's desk, stuffing the folder into Lin Lilin's bookend.

He then glanced into the pen holder on Lin Lilin's desk, and skillfully pulled out a pen from it, putting it into his pocket.

Huang Xin kept a close eye on Liu Pan's movements.

"Ah, ah, this..." Liu Pan realized it and immediately misunderstood.

He pointed to the folder and explained, "The teacher has started working on Li Minglu's case again, the one that was previously transferred to Nan Zhuren, so I also need to start organizing the case materials for the teacher again."

Huang Xin nodded: "Oh, do it at school? When?"

"The day after tomorrow afternoon, in the consultation room upstairs."

Benefiting from Lin Lilin's status in the industry, when the college approved Lin Lilin's office, it also gave him an extra personal consultation room, which was right next to his research group's office.

Huang Xin suddenly realized something: if he wanted to know Li Minglu's consultation time and location, he only needed to ask Liu Pan.

It's not a big deal.

Why was his first reaction to search Lin Lilin's desk and drawers?

Huang Xin didn't think about the problem. He quickly said goodbye to Liu Pan, found a quiet place, and took out his phone.

Dial.

……

"Okay, okay," Nan Zhuren nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon?"

"I understand, thank you."

Nan Zhuren did not hang up the phone immediately because he felt that Huang Xin on the other end was hesitant to speak.

But the other party didn't say anything in the end, and soon a busy signal came through.

Nan Zhuren began to ponder.

"Teacher Nan." Xia Tian, ​​who had just hung up the phone, quickly called out to Nan Zhuren as he came out of the consultation room.

"Another student just made an appointment, should we schedule it for tomorrow afternoon?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head: "Let's schedule it for tomorrow morning."

"Ah, tomorrow morning is already full."

Nan Zhuren said, "Then please refuse for me and arrange for another teacher."

The teachers in the office couldn't help but look up when they heard this.

Is this consulting machine, which runs at full capacity every day, finally going to take a break?
"There shouldn't be any consultations tomorrow afternoon, right? If there are, could you please ask if it can be moved to the evening, or transferred to another teacher? And please don't accept any new consultations for the time being."

Summer blinked, instinctively realizing that something seemed about to happen.

Nan Zhuren didn't explain further; it wasn't appropriate for the little girl to get involved in what was to come.

He slowly returned to his office, lay down, and fell asleep.

Enter the Dream Psychology Center.

(End of this chapter)