Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

The person in front, Shi Qianqian, suddenly remembered something and turned her head: "Speaking of which, the teacher signed you up for an offline cram class, and the instructor is from our school... hmm?"

Nan Zhubin: (.-ω-)zzz...

In the back seat of the car, the young consultant had already fallen asleep.

Shi Qianqian wrinkled her nose and glanced at Chonghui: "Is he always like this?"

How does this person fall asleep so easily?

"Young people." Chonghui shrugged.

Shi Qianqian gave him a look that said, "Are you serious?" After all, she and Nan Zhubin were the same age.

Chonghui added, "Plus, considering he did eight consultations in one go today... it's normal."

This could barely be considered a reason.

Ignoring her senior brother and sister's reactions, Nan Zhubin's consciousness had already sunk into the Dream Psychological Consultation Room.

He looked up to find glowing words on the computer screen in front of him—

[Monthly Goal: Complete "Psychological Consultation" for 10 hours within 1 month (10/10), and conduct 1 "Psychological Ability Training" afterward]

[Monthly goal completed]

[You have one [Psychological Ability Training] to claim]

The first [Monthly Goal] since arriving in Beidu, successfully completed!

"Now, let's see what this month's benefits are."

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath: "If the ability improved this month is useful, then I'll work hard this month..."

This is also why Nan Zhubin insisted that Bai Qinghua arrange at least 10 hours of consultation for him every month, and to complete all 10 hours within the first two days of the month.

Using the shortest time possible to determine the reward content for the [Monthly Goal] of the month; if the reward is good, then work hard;

Such as previous ones like [Emotional Infection], [Neural Reflex Speed], etc., which are highly applicable abilities that Nan Zhubin finds unforgettable.

Conversely, if the reward isn't good or might even cause trouble for Nan Zhubin, then no work, just good studying.

Either way, there's always something meaningful to do.

It's just that the plan has slightly changed: the upcoming period's "if not consulting, then study" will be replaced with "if not consulting, then work on the court collaboration project."

"But it's not a big deal; if not, I just need to work harder in my sleep, making up for the wasted time during the day in the dreams!"

Nan Zhubin, full of confidence, reached out and clicked on the glowing icon in front of him.

[You received [Psychological Ability Training]]

[Charm (Voice) +1]

"...This is what I call troublesome." Nan Zhubin showed a look of disdain.

Why does this [Charm] attribute have so many branches and linger endlessly?

Let me say it again, having too much charm can be a real nuisance for a psychological consultant.

No matter what form of charm it is.

Taking a deep breath, Nan Zhubin exited the Dream Psychological Consultation Room.

A slight vibration came from below him, feedback from the car engine.

Nan Zhubin opened his eyes and looked around. The car hadn't reached its destination yet, the roads of Beidu were really congested during dinner time.

Without any hesitation, Nan Zhubin took out his phone to message Mo Kai, and at the same time said to Chonghui: "Senior brother, for the rest of this month, I won't be taking any more consultations, I'll be using the extra time for studying or working with the court's people..."

"...???" Shi Qianqian in the front row widened her eyes again.

No, this person just said, "I'll think about it," and then fell asleep. Now, waking up and deciding?

Did he substitute sleep for thinking?

Through the rear-view mirror, Shi Qianqian gave Chonghui a look: [Has he always been like this?]

Chonghui showed a thoughtful expression: [Always like this].

The vehicle moved forward slowly, the car was momentarily silent.

...

There wasn't much to say about the dinner that night.

It was just the four from the sect eating, including Chief Judge Meng and Xia Tian, only a total of six people.

If there's anything worth mentioning, it's that Shi Qianqian looked at Xia Tian with a complicated gaze for a while before burying her head and eating furiously, not lifting her head again.

Bai Qinghua watched with some concern over Shi Qianqian's health, wondering if this kid had been studying too hard lately and her body was maxed out or if she was under too much pressure and relieving it with overeating?

Xia Tian, on the other hand, was articulate, acting as a bridge of communication between both parties.

Except that most of the time her eyes were fixed on Nan Zhubin while talking, there weren't any other issues.

They just chatted about daily work and life matters.

If talking about professional knowledge and deeper ethical morals, whether it was Chief Judge Meng for the court side or Bai Qinghua on behalf of the company, both sides actually understood each other quite well.

If Bai Qinghua were just a simple company boss, things wouldn't have been so harmonious.

But Bai Qinghua was also a professor at Beidu Normal University and a big shot who had established his own presence in his field.

He had an administrative appointment, too.

So for the moment, everyone was quite happy.

The only issue was—

"Our joint project might not start so soon," Chief Judge Meng said.

"Today, although we verbally exchanged opinions with the dean, it still needs approval and such, later assigning personnel for official duties, preparing course materials..."

Chief Judge Meng pondered for a moment: "It would take at least a week."

Xia Tian quickly chimed in: "I've already prepared the course materials, it should speed up the process considerably, right?"

At this, Chief Judge Meng smiled without saying anything.

However, when Bai Qinghua heard Nan Zhubin say that his time for the rest of the month could accommodate working with the court, he frowned slightly.

This teacher asked seriously: "What about studying?"

Nan Zhubin confidently smiled: "My pace should be quite fast. Even if it's semi-full-time studying, it should be faster than the average person."

If an ordinary person had said this, Bai Qinghua might have criticized them for being inattentive.

But from Nan Zhubin, strangely enough, it sounded convincing.

However, being in research, people always believed in the data. After thinking about it, Bai Qinghua said to Chonghui: "Didn't a few kids in our group just recently join the postgraduate tutoring class for part-time?"

Chonghui was taken aback and nodded.

Bai Qinghua tapped the table: "Have them organize the real exam questions that were just completed this year and the internal mock tests from the institution, modify them to form a paper, and have Zhuren take it this weekend."

He looked at Nan Zhubin: "If your scores have too much of a gap, then your lifestyle pace needs to be suitably adjusted."

It sounded somewhat harsh.

But if other prospective postgraduates hear this, they'd probably cry with envy.

Nan Zhubin readily agreed. He indeed needed to properly showcase his talent in learning to reassure Bai Qinghua.

Chonghui, however, had some concerns and glanced at Meng Ting, pretentiously saying: "There are quite a few courses in the first year of research, and they've been busy selecting their topics lately, so maybe..."

Bai Qinghua waved it off: "They can have three pieces added to their core when we publish next time."

Every graduate student hearing this would probably cry with envy.

Chonghui froze: "Do you have any papers to publish lately, teacher? Or is it..."

It seemed like their research group only had him with papers to publish recently.

Bai Qinghua waved his hand, signaling Chonghui not to overthink it, then pointed at Nan Zhubin: "When your junior eventually publishes in the core, just add them to it, right?"

Wool comes from sheep, right?

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment: "In that case, giving a second author credit isn't impossible."

Bai Qinghua smiled inexplicably: "You decide on your own."

Whether it was Bai Qinghua or Chonghui, neither doubted much about "Nan Zhubin being able to publish in the core in the future."

Even if Nan Zhubin himself can't write in the core, researching him can yield publications.

For that moment, everyone was quite happy.