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

Chapter 73 The Lie Detector Game
Wang An was built up by his past public image.

Left with no other choice, he slowly said, "Of course, it's an honor for me that Teacher Nan came. I'd also like to ask Teacher Nan for some guidance."

Nan Zhuren smiled without a single flaw: "Teacher Wang, you're too kind. We'll learn from each other."

Wang An almost ground his teeth to powder.

Defeat in the first round.

Nan Zhuren sat down in the classroom, next to Chen Ting, in the frontmost spot of the classroom.

It was a place that Wang An could see with a single glance, a place he couldn't avoid.

……

"In this case, the plaintiff—no, the defendant—skillfully avoided the charge of robbery, well, but was ultimately convicted of 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble' by the judge and transferred..."

The students in the audience whispered among themselves.

Wang An was looking at his lesson plan, but his teaching style was quite different from his usual relaxed and carefree demeanor.

He kept glancing in the direction of Nan Zhuren and Chen Ting, his attention was mostly diverted, which led to him making low-level mistakes such as repeating his own words and pausing in his thinking.

Before he knew it, fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Wang An's unusual behavior surprised his classmates, who even started whispering among themselves.

Chen Ting also leaned close to Nan Zhuren and spoke in a low voice, but her topic was different from that of the other students.

"Teacher Nan, what should we do next?"

Nan Zhuren replied, "Wait a little longer."

Chen Ting took a deep breath to keep her courage from waning too quickly: "Wait for what?"

Nan Zhuren looked at Wang An and said meaningfully, "Wait until he collapses on his own."

This confrontation was different from their first meeting, which was more like a test, so Nan Zhuren could get straight to the point and throw the first punch.

This time it's a decisive battle, a fight to the death. Just like Ultraman can only unleash his energy wave at two minutes and fifty seconds, Nan Zhuren must constantly wear down his opponent's defenses in order to create an opportunity for a final, fatal blow.

What's strange is that even if Nan Zhuren does nothing, just sitting below the podium, he is already launching a psychological attack on Wang An.

Or rather, Wang An is attacking himself.

On the contrary, Nan Zhuren was constantly accumulating strength.

This is what is known as the ebb and flow of one thing versus the gain of another.

Nan Zhuren silently prepared the weapons he would use for the attack while keeping an eye on Wang An.

Observe the other party's reaction.

……

Why did they come to my classroom? And what methods do they plan to use?

[Planning to expose me in public? No, that would ruin Chen Ting.]

Unless I have some evidence, which is unlikely, I've been very careful...

Wang An's expression kept changing.

Even if there is evidence, Chen Ting's career is ruined.

[But what if Chen Ting isn't afraid? No, it's impossible for her not to be afraid. Even if she isn't, her sister will be, and her family won't let Chen Ting do that.]

Wang An breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then involuntarily took another deep breath.

"No, that's not it. So they must have something else going on, maybe some trivial matter, that they want to embarrass me in public?"

Very likely.

[So when are you going to attack me? Now, or wait five minutes, ten minutes, or...] A bullet is most intimidating when it's in the chamber, but a Damocles' sword only truly terrifies when it's hanging overhead.

Wang An's mind was constantly in turmoil, filled with doubt and uncertainty. He was distracted by lecturing while also having to be wary of potential trouble from Nan Zhuren and his group.

But why did Tingting come along?

In his eyes, the once obedient Chen Ting had become monstrous.

So he then devoted some of his thoughts and energy to creating anger.

It was visibly that Wang An was sweating more and more, as if the desert sun was hanging right next to him, completely soaking his collar.

If a visible progress bar were placed next to Wang An, one could see that the two values ​​representing [rationality] and [psychological energy] were rapidly decreasing.

until--

"Jingle Bell--"

A typical university class is divided into two sessions, each lasting 45 to 50 minutes.

It's time for get out of class to end now.

Hearing the bell, Wang An was even happier than the students. He couldn't help but wipe his forehead and shout:
"Alright, everyone, take a break now, and we'll be back in a bit..."

Nan Zhuren: [Right now!]

"Wait a minute, Teacher Wang."

Just like in the classroom that day, Wang An almost choked on his breath.

Looking at Nan Zhuren who had stood up, he forced himself to remain calm: "Teacher Nan, is there a problem?"

Nan Zhuren kept his hand raised and smiled, "Professor Wang seemed to have mentioned forensic psychology in class just now? I happen to have a few psychological tips and games that I'd like to demonstrate during the break. I might need Professor Wang's cooperation."

Did Wang An cover forensic psychology in his lecture? Yes.

Xia Tian and Chen Ting were both students in this class. It was because they conspired in advance that Nan Zhuren was able to choose this class as an opportunity to launch an attack.

"After all, practical experience always leaves a deeper impression than book knowledge." Nan Zhuren's expression was a half-smile. "You agree, right?"

Normally, Wang An would probably have turned around and left.

But now, slightly out of breath, he brushed aside the sweat-dampened bangs on his forehead and asked, "What game?"

Nan Zhuren replied, "A lie detector."

Upon hearing this answer, Wang An immediately laughed.

Did you bring any equipment with you? Or are you just going to rely on your eyes alone?

Nan Zhuren also laughed: "If we really had to come up with a term, it would probably be [micro-expression analysis]."

Wang An laughed even more unrestrainedly: "Wasn't that already proven false? It's pseudoscience."

Nan Zhuren didn't argue, but turned around and said, "During break, everyone who wants to go out and do some activities can. But if you're interested, you can stay and study together; it's quite interesting."

Aren't the students interested?

They were extremely interested.

The terms "lie detection" and "micro-expression analysis" are mysterious and enigmatic, perfectly matching all the stereotypes outsiders have about psychology, and are the words that most easily arouse curiosity.

Several students who had already stood up immediately sat down, several students who had drunk too much water rushed to the toilet at lightning speed so they could return as soon as possible, and several other students were frantically typing on their phones, as if calling their close friends in the next classroom to come and see what was going on.

The remaining students all looked at the two people on the podium with eyes that said, "Let's get started!"

Bathed in the students' gazes, Wang An's face flushed an unnatural red.

(End of this chapter)