Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Fraud crime cases fall under the jurisdiction of the criminal court, not the civil court where Xia Tian and Chief Judge Meng work.

The person in charge, naturally, is the head of the criminal court, instead of Chief Judge Meng.

After organizing the relevant materials, Nan Zhubin didn't find it necessary to make a special trip to the court for report reviews; he simply sent them to Xia Tian and had the young woman handle the coordination.

Four days later.

In the morning, Nan Zhubin opened his eyes.

After washing up, just as the clock hit "8:00," the phone rang right on time.

"Teacher Nan, are you awake?" The young woman's voice was as full of energy as the morning itself.

Nan Zhubin's voice, too, involuntarily became more spirited: "I'm all set."

"Great, let's meet at the courthouse entrance for our gathering, we've arranged a car to take us to the university."

After saying this, the young woman's voice lowered a bit: "Teacher Nan, do you have a car? If not, I can pick you up."

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow over the phone: "You have a car?"

"Yes—it's a scooter a friend lent me. I've been using it to commute recently," came the melodious voice from the other end of the phone.

Nan Zhubin paused for a moment and said, "Okay."

In the scorching summer, comfortable clothes tend to be casual. Nan Zhubin picked an outfit from the closet that was relatively suitable for a lecture, and confirmed the materials needed for the day.

In less than ten minutes, Xia Tian sent a message saying she had already arrived at the school gate.

So fast?

Speeding? Or perhaps... was the young woman already on the road when she called?

Nan Zhubin quickly walked towards the school gate. Fortunately, the sun wasn't too harsh in the morning, and the living quarters were right next to the back entrance of the school, so Nan Zhubin didn't sweat much upon reaching the gate.

When Xia Tian saw Nan Zhubin, she patted the back seat and handed over a helmet, energetically shouting, "Hop on!"

Though it was also a scooter, this one was of better quality than Chonghui's, more spacious, with superior load capacity.

Nan Zhubin had intended to sit in the driver's seat, but the young woman handed over a breakfast bag, indicating for him to obediently sit on the back seat and fill his stomach first.

"Besides, Teacher Nan, you don't even know the way!" the young woman stated confidently.

She was indeed quite justified in her statement.

After sitting on the back seat, Nan Zhubin discovered that although the scooter appeared spacious, the seat was sloped. Despite his courteous attempts to maintain distancing, his body inevitably slid down due to gravity, ending up close to the young woman.

After trying several times, Nan Zhubin resigned to the situation.

"Ahem, Teacher Nan!" Though the scooter was moving, with the wind interference, Nan Zhubin felt that the young woman's voice had become more uplifted.

She talked more, but the topics were all work-related: "This time, we're only going to a few schools within our district, not too many, about ten or so."

Nan Zhubin took a bite of the rice ball: "I see."

Xia Tian continued, "The leadership hopes this event concludes quickly since those going to the lectures are temporarily reassigned, and they want everyone to return to their main duties. So, the schedule might be quite tight."

"How tight?" Nan Zhubin took a sip of milk.

"Except for weekends, we might have to go every day, aiming to finish in about half a month."

"Oh." Nan Zhubin leaned his head back, to prevent the young woman's hair flying back from brushing against the rice ball.

"However, the good news is that the same presentation can be used in all schools. It seems Teacher Nan, you are the busiest—" Xia Tian laughed, her voice flowing over with the wind, more mellifluous than the breeze, "because your student interaction segment cannot be scripted."

Nan Zhubin couldn't help but chuckle, too: "That's not a problem for me."

...

During the morning rush in Beidu, scooters are more efficient than cars for short distances.

As they arrived leisurely at the courthouse entrance, they saw that other colleagues were just walking out, and a minibus had parked at the gate.

Nan Zhubin observed that although Xia Tian greeted them politely, it wasn't particularly warm.

Thinking of what the young woman said earlier, Nan Zhubin understood. Except for Xia Tian and himself, the rest were likely from the criminal court.

He was entirely an outsider, and Xia Tian probably only recognized them on sight.

However, these staff members seemed in good spirits; for a bustling court, going to a university for outreach is like slacking off.

Therefore, they were quite cordial to the newcomers.

The group, in a relatively relaxed atmosphere, arrived at the university for the engagement. At this step, there was nothing more for them to do, as the criminal court's official liaised with the school representative.

Without much small talk, they were soon led to the university's largest lecture hall. The room was already packed with students, filled with the unique clamor of adolescence.

"Classmates!"

This simple sentence from the administrative teacher brought about a lively silence among the college students. An uncountable number of eyes were now fixed; a few on the teacher, but most on Nan Zhubin and his group.

The teacher adjusted the microphone: "Classmates, the reason we gathered you here today, you all know the meeting's theme. Last semester, there were three fraud incidents involving people on our campus. Besides students, teachers and family members were also involved; relevant security notices were posted in the large group for everyone to see. This semester, frauds targeting students have once again occurred."

"Today, we're honored to have staff from our district court and a psychological expert here for an anti-fraud seminar. They will present cases and analyze the tactics of criminals, hoping this talk will serve as a wake-up call."

The teacher gestured: "Next, let's welcome Judge Chen to give a lesson!"

Clap clap clap——

A burst of enthusiastic applause echoed.

Nan Zhubin turned to look; as quickly as the applause subsided, students' heads turned down, each engrossed in their phones.

It seemed they were just here to make up numbers.

The Judge Chen on stage appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed in formal attire, unfazed by the students' reactions, as if used to this.

Unperturbed, he began: "Hello, students, I serve as a judge in the criminal trial court at our district's intermediate people's court. Over the past three years, I have personally adjudicated 217 fraud cases, among which 63 victims were university students..."