Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

After the clear-eyed boy named Che Qin sat down, Nan Zhubin called another student to do a scene simulation.

Of course, this time, Nan Zhubin set up a different scenario related to the campus.

The theme of the simulations naturally couldn't be the same twice.

But this time, the student responded quickly: "Teacher, thank you for telling me this information, but may I confirm it with my counselor and advisor first? If it's convenient, I'll contact you later..."

Correct answer.

Nan Zhubin led the applause.

The student continued: "Teacher, you used other methods in this dialogue, didn't you? For example, you used your authoritative identity as a teacher; you also mentioned asking other teachers about my possible 'failure,' increasing credibility; and you chose a topic related to grades, avoiding mentioning money, so we weren't alerted."

"But afterward, you would definitely use other clever methods to guide me into transferring money, but I preemptively stopped the potential further content..."

Even better, learning by analogy.

Nan Zhubin applauded again, and this time he encouraged many students to join in with admiring sounds.

Off to the side, a staff member sitting in front of Xia Tian looked utterly baffled.

"It feels... average," someone whispered, "not as amazing as the rumors say."

In workplace gossip, this young psychology expert in front of them was said to have "exposed deceptive accident victims," "identified violent offenders," and "saved the chief judge of the civil court," spreading all sorts of fantastic tales.

"But this analysis and simulation stuff... doesn't seem very novel?"

Someone next to the speaker nodded, while another couldn't help but ask, "Can you achieve the effect that he does?"

The initially speaking staff member was dismissive: "Lectures depend on the students. See how he just picked two students. The first was clueless, and the second was very cooperative? Maybe we had the wrong students before; these students from high-level schools are indeed of better quality..."

"And I've heard that funds were specifically allocated to have him analyze psychological causes, but he hasn't come up with anything new. Isn't all this the same old stuff... They might as well give us more subsidies."

This remark elicited quite a bit of resonance.

Sitting at the front, Judge Chen cleared his throat and reminded, "Keep your voices down."

Not far away, after Nan Zhubin invited one final student to speak, he officially announced the end of the lecture.

Judge Chen, with an inscrutable expression, stood up to leave but suddenly felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.

Judge Chen covered the microphone with his hand: "Hello, Dean... Yes, I'm conducting a lecture at the school right now."

"Hmm? You have a special case for me? Just transferred from the prosecutor's office?"

"Very special, in what way?"

Upon hearing the boss talking business, the staff behind him immediately quieted down, exchanging glances as if they were still noisy.

Xia Tian pursed his lips and glanced at them before patting his cheeks to pull out a smiling expression, holding a bottle of mineral water as he approached Nan Zhubin: "Teacher Nan, thank you for your hard work."

The school teachers stayed in the classroom to begin their concluding speeches, while Nan Zhubin and his group left first.

On the bus, Xia Tian fiddled with his phone and suddenly asked Nan Zhubin: "Teacher Nan, we're scheduling upcoming events and communicating with the subsequent schools about the specific timing. I remember you have a few set consultations, right? When are they, so we can stagger them?"

"Okay." Nan Zhubin nodded, took out his schedule, and had a final check with Mo Kai before reporting it to Xia Tian.

...

As Xia Tian mentioned, to keep up with the schedule, the court was holding lectures every other day on average.

Nan Zhubin scheduled his long-term consultations on rest days, neatly interweaving them with the lecture events.

He didn't take on new consultations, only progressing the cases he already had in hand.

In the orderly work rhythm, each visitor underwent two consultations, and several lectures were conducted.

Time quickly pushed to the end of the month.

With a "beep" sound, Nan Zhihao, wrapped tightly from head to toe, pushed open the dormitory door, having just met with Nan Zhubin and completed the week's scheduled consultation.

After closing the door, the first thing Nan Zhihao did was remove his hat, mask, and sun-protection jacket, gasping as if he were drowning.

Feeling it wasn't enough, he turned on the air conditioning, shed his t-shirt and long pants, leaving only his underwear, revealing well-maintained, distinct muscles despite being retired for quite a while.

During this, Nan Zhihao unconsciously pulled at a wound. On his shoulder, there was a newly-separated scar, its edges ragged like a chrysalis that failed to break through the cocoon's thick walls, showing an undulating form between rebirth and decay.

It's summer vacation, but due to academic reasons, Nan Zhihao chose to stay on campus, so the dormitory was his alone.

At the end of each floor, there was a public shower, but Nan Zhihao, covered in sweat, didn't go there. Instead, he carefully removed the hourglass pendant from his chest and set it aside, then filled a basin with cold water from the dormitory faucet.

"Splash"—from head to toe.

"Splash"

"Splash"

Repeating this a few times, his breathing accelerated sharply due to the sudden temperature change, then gradually calmed down.

Nan Zhihao vigorously wiped the water fog off the mirror in front of him, staring at his panting face for a long time, his thoughts unknown.

"Dingdong"

The phone beside him suddenly emitted a notification sound. Nan Zhihao stepped forward to slide it open and saw the college's WeChat group had sent a message—

[Counselor Teacher Cai: According to the school's notice, this Friday, court personnel will come to the large lecture hall in Building Six to conduct an anti-fraud publicity lecture. Recent safety incidents have frequently occurred, and it is hoped that students staying on campus will actively participate. Attendance counts towards one school activity credit.

Counselor Teacher Cai: Additionally, our department needs one volunteer for this lecture. Students who haven't met their volunteer hours this semester should seize the opportunity and comment 1 to sign up @All Members.]

Nan Zhihao's fingers trembled slightly, but he didn't take any further action.

He just stared at the phone screen, breathing starting to become rapid again, seemingly struggling with something.

[Li Yanghan: 1.

Counselor Teacher Cai: The volunteer spot is filled; Li Yanghan, please join the volunteer group; students attending the lecture, please join the lecture group. Online check-in is required for the activity to count.

Counselor Teacher Cai: Anti-fraud publicity lecture volunteer group [QR Code]

Counselor Teacher Cai: Anti-fraud publicity lecture attendee group [QR Code]]

Nan Zhihao exhaled deeply, his eyes showing both regret and relief, as if he had shaken something off, tossing the phone aside.

Then he dried himself, put on his pajamas, returned to his spot, his hand clutching the hourglass pendant obtained from the consultation room.

His gaze wandered off into the distance, thoughts unknown.

The phone emitted a few more notification prompts, but by that time, Nan Zhihao had already immersed himself in his own thoughts, paying no attention.

A short while later.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Nan Zhihao furrowed his brows, stood up to open the door, and then revealed a surprised expression.

"Yang Han?"

A friend named Li Yanghan smiled at Nan Zhihao: "Brother Nan, I've run out of cigarettes. Can I bum one from you?"