Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Translate, translate, what does "useful but not very effective" mean?

Is this person denying the significance of the lecture?

The court staff fell into deep thought. The materials and scripts of the person on stage should have been reviewed by the chief judge, right? Are they starting to improvise?

Don't rush, take a closer look.

For now, it's not the time to raise questions, maybe report it after we go back today.

Listening to the whispers from the people in front, Xia Tian's heart slightly lifted.

Nan Zhubin smiled as he watched the various reactions from the stage.

"During a lecture, when we share case studies, the main purpose is to help everyone understand that they are being scammed when facing similar issues by sharing the experiences of past victims."

"However, there's also a situation, which is—new types of scams."

"When confronted with a scam that we haven't encountered in reports or educational lectures, we might still fall for it just the same."

Saying this, Nan Zhubin turned back and switched the PPT to the first page.

Looking at the students below, Nan Zhubin said, "When I first shared this case, I could tell from some students' expressions that they've heard this case before. So, from the perspective of 'case accumulation', those students might not gain much."

He then pointed to the victim's basic background behind him: "And Mr. W in our case is a university teacher nearing forty. Throughout his academic and teaching career, he must have seen numerous safety notices and attended more anti-fraud lectures than any of you here."

Nan Zhubin spread his hands helplessly: "But he still got scammed."

"So, when I was preparing for this lecture, I wondered how I could make sure the students here benefit the most from it..."

By now, the PPT was no longer needed.

Nan Zhubin even appeared to be speaking off-script, putting down the laser pointer in his hand.

Talking as he circled to the front of the podium, he jumped onto it with a leg swing.

This was an action only tall people with long legs could do, catching the eyes of some in the audience.

"Presenting a complete case and analyzing the logic behind the rhetoric to deepen impressions... It's somewhat useful, but I believe many students might find it novel during the lecture but then forget it by lunchtime."

After Nan Zhubin's impromptu speech, the atmosphere in the classroom became relaxed again.

Many students laughed good-naturedly at this statement.

"And I really don't think that explaining this rhetoric logic from head to toe will teach you anything, since knowledge needs practice to be consolidated. But I sincerely don't recommend that you let a scammer finish their rhetoric during practice when you meet one—" Nan Zhubin pointed behind him, "at least what I'm saying today."

The laughter in the classroom grew a bit louder.

"Unless you want to become scammers yourselves, today's lecture might indeed help you—though I strongly discourage that."

The laughter in the classroom grew even louder, and even the school teachers couldn't help but smile.

"So, the goal of today's word-by-word analysis over the past few minutes, along with my current actions—" Nan Zhubin pointed to himself, "is all just to capture everyone's attention so that you can hear clearly what I'm about to say in the next two minutes."

"A method that I've personally devised, untested, but perhaps effective against scammers."

Nan Zhubin smiled: "From this perspective, now and in the future, you're all my test subjects in a grand psychology experiment."

He made a gesture: "If my method works, feel free to contact me with feedback."

The laughter in the classroom was uncontrollable.

But then, Nan Zhubin's voice suddenly became low and deep, spreading to every corner of the classroom with the help of the microphone.

The students' emotions suddenly turned serious.

What remained constant was their focused attention on Nan Zhubin.

"In this case, and in all cases, victims lack one thing."

Saying this, Nan Zhubin nimbly jumped off the podium and turned to write three words on the blackboard: [Proactivity].

"When facing authority, we think we lack proactivity; when surrounded by fear, we lose our proactivity; in the case I just mentioned, the victim thought they had proactivity—but actually didn't."

"What does true proactivity look like? Let me give an example—"

Nan Zhubin pointed to his PPT: "When facing a scammer disguised as a customer service representative of Peach Bao, and you hear you're at risk of a loss, just say, 'Okay, let's end this call, and I'll call your official site to verify.'"

"It sounds simple, but often, we forget that we have this 'proactive' ability, even abandoning it in many situations."

"I sincerely suggest everyone pick up this ability again from now on."

Nan Zhubin glanced at the students: "I see everyone has a thoughtful look, as if they've learned something."

Nan Zhubin nodded: "Well, let's verify this."

The session smoothly transitioned to an interaction with the students.

Nan Zhubin casually pointed at a student in the audience, his tone becoming even more subdued: "Student, yes, you, please stand up."

A boy with clear eyes got up, looking confused.

"Do you know why I pointed at you?"

The boy shook his head.

"Because I talked to your teacher earlier, and he told me your grades were incorrectly recorded last semester; in fact, you failed your advanced mathematics course."

"... Huh?" The boy's expression froze.

No panic, no fear, those emotions hadn't yet surfaced.

Just confusion.

A few students sitting nearby couldn't help but laugh quietly, highlighting the stark contrast with the boy's reaction.

"Could you please give your name and student ID number first." Nan Zhubin transitioned smoothly.

"Uhh, my name is Che Qin, and my student ID number is..."

Nan Zhubin held up a hand, stopping the student's next words: "No need for the rest, please protect your privacy. This is the situation I just talked about where you gave up your 'proactivity,' why?"

The student looked puzzled: "Because you just lectured us, you're a teacher, and..."

Nan Zhubin spread his hands, the rest of the student's words didn't matter.

The other students caught on and laughed even more, yet the boy still standing was confused.

The court staff looked at each other, while Judge Chen curled his lips.

Is that all? There's nothing special about it.