Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Under Nan Zhubin's strong insistence and Xia Tian's active cooperation.

Nan Zhubin obtained permission on the second day after the dinner to go ahead to the court and begin reviewing all the documents related to fraud crimes in the area.

"Is this okay, won't there be any confidentiality issues?" Before opening the files, Nan Zhubin specifically asked Xia Tian.

The items in front of him had not undergone any confidentiality processing, detailed information including names, dates, and crime methods, was all there.

To be able to access these things so quickly, Nan Zhubin could probably understand the role Xia Tian played as a bridge, worried it might cause some trouble for the young lady.

"It's okay, Teacher Nan." Xia Tian handed over a cup of coffee and said softly, "These indeed aren't convenient for outsiders to see."

"But as long as you work here, even undergraduates on internships can read and learn from them — of course, Teacher Nan can now too."

The young lady's eyes curved with a smile.

Nan Zhubin took a sip of the iced Americano handed over, only feeling a burst of fragrance.

"But you can only look at them here, you can't take them out." Before leaving, Xia Tian specially reminded him.

"Of course." Nan Zhubin nodded.

This wasn't a problem for him.

After Xia Tian went off to her own work, Nan Zhubin began to read the files in his hands with a speed comparable to quantum reading.

He worked with both hands, placing a document on each side of his body. When his left hand turned the page, he used the gap to glance at the right side, with just a glance, he lifted his right hand to turn the page and simultaneously shifted his gaze back to the left.

The criss-crossing sound of eyes and pages formed a positive cycle, not a second was wasted. It seemed as if a whole team had suddenly squeezed into the small archive room, the sound of tight work was endless.

In just a single morning, all the relevant files were flipped through by Nan Zhubin.

As soon as the morning shift ended, Xia Tian came in almost right on time, and with expectancy, smiled: "How did it go, Teacher Nan? Coming back in the afternoon?"

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment, and before he could respond, Xia Tian denied her own question: "Or maybe not, Teacher Nan probably has to review professional courses in the afternoon, exams are on the weekend."

Nan Zhubin said nothing, this was also the theoretical arrangement for today. Bai Qinghua still needs to be appropriately dealt with.

"But..." Xia Tian's eyes flashed with anticipation again, "But we can eat together, right?"

That's not a problem, Nan Zhubin nodded: "Of course."

...

After finishing the morning's agenda, Nan Zhubin returned to his residence.

Chonghui wasn't around, Nan Zhubin headed straight back to his bedroom, locked the door, and then—

He just fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the Dream Psychological Consultation Room.

His eyes turned to the bookshelf in the corner. Sure enough, it now had an entire row of files.

Nan Zhubin, pleased, took a deep breath: "Alright, officially start working!"

Time passed by minute by minute.

Nan Zhubin quickly immersed himself in the text before him.

In the joint project with the court, Nan Zhubin not only had to analyze cases, but also simulate the tone of fraudsters on-site and interact with students.

This meant he needed to understand the logical mindset of fraudsters.

It had previously been mentioned that psychological consultants often show astonishingly low emotional intelligence in life. Because the skills they learn, train, and practice are applied within the premise of the psychological consultation scenario.

Although consultants also learn relevant social psychology theories, it means that if they want to improve their daily social skills, they need to independently organize relevant knowledge and practice relevant skills in life without extensive professional case references.

—Who thinks about work-related things after getting off work anyway.

This results in many people who study psychology not behaving like "psychology students" in life.

Nan Zhubin is actually like this too.

Although his interpersonal relationships now appear to be handled well, all of it is done through excellent modeling and explosive numerical results, hardly requiring any operation.

Occasional special situations, such as when dealing with Vice Principal Ma, Wang An, and others, are handled by forcibly compensating emotional intelligence with intelligence, engaging with people in this way.

And now, these files have opened a new world for Nan Zhubin.

The tricks of fraudsters are themselves a highly condensed summary of an entire team, and every verbal trap contains simple yet meticulous psychological logic.

This is also why Meng Ting wanted to invite Nan Zhubin to analyze them.

And Nan Zhubin, hungers for learning now.

Page after page of files transformed into vivid cases, and although in a certain sense they seem to pollute the brain database, they indeed allowed Nan Zhubin to gain immense improvement in unexpected directions.

Of course, communicating based on case knowledge is essentially using intelligence to exchange for emotional intelligence;

To truly elevate so-called emotional intelligence, one still needs to go through extensive practical communication and integrate certain thinking into instincts.

Well, practice.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Nan Zhubin took a long breath, lifting his head buried in the documents.

His face showed an aftertaste as if he'd experienced empathy.

Pressing his chest, Nan Zhubin felt the heartbeat pounding below.

"These fraudsters are really terrifying..."

Nan Zhubin gritted his teeth: "Even more hateful!"

If these files were compiled into materials, they would be nothing short of forbidden books of evil.

"Luckily, the one studying them is me." Nan Zhubin felt fortunate.

With a thought, most of the files on the bookshelf disappeared, non-essential information was consciously reduced by Nan Zhubin.

Still, most of it had not been read, an entire afternoon was not enough for Nan Zhubin to organize all the cases.

"But the gains are quite substantial." Nan Zhubin murmured to himself, "How about... finding an opportunity to give it a try?"

Suddenly, as if he noticed something, Nan Zhubin moved his thoughts and exited the Dream Psychological Consultation Room.

...

"Knock knock knock."

The bedroom door was knocked.

Nan Zhubin turned over from the bed and opened the door, and indeed it was Chonghui.

"Senior, what's up?"

Chonghui came to supervise Nan Zhubin's studies. He inadvertently glanced at Nan Zhubin's spirited face and the revision materials spread on the table.

Nodding internally, the big senior said, "Didn't we agree yesterday that I'm taking you to visit the research group tonight?"

"Work-life balance, and it's been postponed for a long time." Chonghui smiled, "Let you see our research group's equipment, and meet other graduate students."