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

Chapter 72 The last time

Listening to Chen Ting's outrageous remarks.

Nan Zhuren nearly lost control of her facial expressions for the first time.

He stood there stunned for a good five breaths before he came to his senses and quickly stopped him.

“Chen Ting, you’re currently very emotional, and the decision you’re making is quite impulsive. Perhaps we should calm down first…”

"Teacher Nan!"

Chen Ting interrupted Nan Zhuren with a shout, an unnatural flush rising to her cheeks, giving her an abnormally excited look.

"Are you going to analyze the consequences of my decision for me, and then list out consequences one, two, three, so I can go back and think it over carefully?"

Chen Ting shook her head: "I don't want to think about it anymore, because I know that if I do, I will lose the courage I have now!"

“I’ve been training myself during this time. Wang An keeps calling me, and I answer every time. I don’t reply, I just listen to his voice.”

“Every time he speaks, it scares me, but I force myself to listen. I know I need to get used to it, adapt to it, and eventually overcome it.”

"But this is so difficult, so very difficult..."

Chen Ting took quick, deep breaths, her whole body rising and falling like a sailboat on the waves, her emotions rising and falling with it.

"I kept gathering my courage, but I could never gather enough, until just now—"

Chen Ting raised her head: "I know that what you are doing now violates the regulations for counselors, but you did this for my sake. You didn't have to do this, but you came anyway."

“You made such a great sacrifice, but just now you were humiliated by Wang An because you were considering my feelings.”

“I am angry—angry at Wang An, and even angrier at myself. This anger now gives me strength.”

"But I also know that this anger will subside. If I go back now, I will only become more and more timid, and may even regress to the point when our last consultation just ended."

“I feel this is my last and best chance. I want to beat it! Beat Wang An, and beat my past self!”

Chen Ting was panting heavily.

Nan Zhuren looked at her calmly.

He looked at Chen Ting as if he were looking at a young beast that had just grown claws and fangs after being injured, and was now baring its teeth and claws.

After a long pause, he slowly said, "You're really familiar with psychological counseling, and you're quite good at stealing the counselor's lines..."

"In that case, let's do it."
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Wang An thought it was a nice day, and he stepped into the teaching building with light steps.

Although there was a minor mishap yesterday, Wang An quickly adjusted his mood.

Generally speaking, frontline legal professionals are actually no less psychologically capable than mental health professionals:

They experience psychological stress equal to or greater than that of mental health professionals, which helps them develop stronger resilience.

Their attitude towards clients doesn't need to be as changeable as that of mental health professionals. Sometimes they can be firm and reprimand clients without holding back their emotions.

At the same time, they also enjoy higher social status and even more compensation.

Therefore, in Wang An's mind, his overall position was higher than Nan Zhuren's and no weaker than Weng Pingting's. He even felt a sense of superiority when looking at the senior associate professors and professors in the School of Psychology.

Adding to yesterday's minor conflict, Wang An has emerged victorious.

Therefore, Wang An was in a very good mood today.

The thought of being able to return to my classroom, my home turf, and enjoy the praise of all my students today is so touching.

If it weren't for maintaining his image as a young and promising lecturer, Wang An would almost be jumping for joy. However, when Wang An entered the classroom today, he noticed something slightly different.

"Who's that sitting next to Chen Ting? Which college is she from? A teacher?"

"We're sitting so close."

"She has such a great presence, she's so beautiful..."

The students' discussions were hushed yet clear, their words penetrating Wang An's ears without any attempt to conceal their conversation.

He could see the changes in the classroom with just a quick glance—no, he didn't even need to glance around.

Because the newcomer was so visually striking that he easily caught people's attention at first glance.

Wang An's cheerful smile froze on his face.

Nan Zhuren and Chen Ting sat in the classroom, in the third row, which was quite close to the front.

Upon seeing Wang An's arrival, Nan Zhuren gave a standard, polite smile; Chen Ting's body tensed up instinctively, and she uncontrollably leaned closer to Nan Zhuren, as if seeking a safe haven, to the point that their shoulders were touching and their arms were touching.

Then I gradually relaxed.

Wang An's expression stiffened even more.

Clearly, something unexpected had happened.

Wang An possesses excellent facial expression and emotional control, but the current events have dealt a precise blow to his rationality and exceeded all his pre-prepared contingency plans, leaving him without any countermeasures.

He almost lost control.

So, he made a terrible move.

Wang An pretended not to recognize Nan Zhuren: "This student isn't in our class, is he? Is he interested in our class? I don't know..."

Nan Zhuren interrupted him with a laugh: "Teacher Wang really knows how to joke!"

Wang An was speechless.

Nan Zhuren spread his shoulders, his posture relaxed and unrestrained. Compared to the slightly stiff Wang An, it seemed as if the classroom was his, the outsider's, domain, rather than Wang An's.

"We've been working on a joint project lately, and since it's an interdisciplinary project between psychology and law, I figured I should learn more about your field, so I came here—to audit your classes, yes, to audit them."

Nan Zhuren said in a joking tone, as if he had racked his brains to come up with the right words: "Teacher Wang probably won't mind having one more student 'crashing' the class, right?"

The students in the audience began to whisper among themselves.

"Oh, so you're a psychology teacher."

"A consultant? That's so cool."

Does he offer counseling services at the school's counseling center? Can I make an appointment?

Wang An's smile had been reduced to a stiff level enough to trigger the uncanny valley effect.

As an approachable, friendly young teacher who gets along well with students, he has always encouraged non-major students to audit his classes and learn new knowledge.

Sometimes, when students from other majors come to him with questions, he will exchange contact information with them. He will also reply to email inquiries promptly, and occasionally he will even provide free consultations to students in the student-organized legal club.

Right now, there are a few students sitting in the last few rows of the classroom who often come to audit classes.

After hearing Nan Zhuren's words, dozens of eyes, including those of students majoring in the field and those not majoring in it, turned to look at Wang An.

(End of this chapter)