Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

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After a brief chat, Nan Zhubin sat at his desk and blinked his eyes.

He unexpectedly found himself with nothing to do.

No new consultations, no lectures, and the additional work tasks were all completed.

Now... study?

But the recent study progress has been quite fast, and the review goal for this stage was completed yesterday...

[Speaking of which... Nan Zhihao's short-term goals are almost complete too, aren't they?]

In about a month, with weekly consultations, the short-term goals are just about complete. This pace is actually quite fast for visitors with long-term issues.

[Next, it's time to try to start recovering some social functionality, then, as needed, start addressing deeper problems.]

Nan Zhubin looked at his computer, thought for a bit, opened a blank document, then laid his head on the desk and took a nap, sorting through Nan Zhihao's intervention process in his dream.

Then he suddenly bounced up, quickly typing away on the computer, creating the next stage of the visitor intervention plan based on Nan Zhihao's current situation.

After a while.

He remembered something.

[I seem to have a supervisor?]

— Bai Qinghua.

In a month's time, aside from the initial sect meeting dinner, he hadn't reported his case progress to Bai Qinghua at all.

Thinking this way, Nan Zhubin turned around and asked Senior Brother Xingyun, "Do you know where the teacher is today?"

Bai Qinghua is always elusive.

Senior Brother Xingyun thought for a moment: "I don't know, haven't asked... not sure if he's in the study, I came over at nine in the morning, and didn't see the teacher..."

"He came." A senior sister suddenly poked her head out: "He arrived at eight in the morning. He's been in his study and hasn't gone out."

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, suddenly finding the information in this senior sister's words quite interesting.

"Senior sister, when did you come?"

"Pulled an all-nighter, because I was running data with instruments." The senior sister speaking had thick dark circles under her eyes, looking listless.

Nan Zhubin looked at her with admiration and asked, "Does the teacher come to the research group often?"

The senior sister nodded: "Quite often, basically whenever he's free. But he usually comes very early, which is nice, since you can ask him any questions..."

After a few words, the senior sister finished her work on the computer and stumbled out of the office, likely headed back to the dorm to catch up on sleep.

Nan Zhubin fell into contemplation.

When he was at the company before, Bai Qinghua rarely came by, leaving work to the consulting director.

Recently, as he began handling daily tasks in the research group, his routine was quite healthy, so Bai Qinghua was nowhere to be seen.

He always thought Bai Qinghua was busy outside, like working on projects or attending meetings.

— Was it actually because Bai Qinghua would arrive and leave even earlier than most students, and always holed up in his little office?

What was he doing in there?

Nan Zhubin's curiosity was inevitably piqued.

Seizing the day, Nan Zhubin uploaded the organized materials from his computer to his tablet, then applied a few rounds of [Emotion Rebalancing] to quickly fall asleep, sorting through all the visitors' cases for the month.

Then, under the inexplicable gazes of other students in the office, he knocked on the door of Bai Qinghua's small office.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

There was no response.

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow and tried again.

"Knock, knock, knock—" this time with more force.

At this moment, Senior Brother Xingyun suddenly spoke up: "Junior Brother, we usually contact the teacher via WeChat first, wait for his reply and then..."

"Dahui, what's up?"

Bai Qinghua's voice came from inside, interrupting Senior Brother Xingyun's suggestion.

Senior Brother Xingyun shrugged and said no more.

"Teacher, it's me, Zhuren."

"...Oh, what's the matter?"

"I'd like to report on the cases from this month. Plus, I have a next-phase intervention plan for a long-term case that I'd like your input on."

The room was silent for a while, then the door clicked open.

Nan Zhubin was surprised to find the room was almost completely dark.

The overhead lights weren't on, the curtains were drawn tight, making it almost airtight.

However, almost, because the walls were covered with a rainbow of LED strips, COB light strips, and fancy light strips, as well as plenty of cool light and ambient lights, maintaining dim lighting but ensuring eye comfort and an atmospheric vibe.

Bai Qinghua had a glowing headset hanging around his neck. He moved aside slightly, gesturing for Nan Zhubin to enter.

Nan Zhubin couldn't help but glance at the spot where Bai Qinghua walked over.

A large curved screen monitor sat there, with a wave light keyboard and a controller whose brand Nan Zhubin couldn't recognize.

The screen displayed what looked like an inventory control interface, presumably paused.

So... this wasn't a study, but a gaming room?

Noticing Nan Zhubin's gaze, Bai Qinghua cleared his throat: "The internet is fast here."

Sort of an explanation.

Bai Qinghua then added: "Don't tell your senior sister."

A sort of advice.

In that instant, Nan Zhubin felt many things in his head suddenly made sense.

Before Chonghui left Jiangdu, Weng Pinting specifically reminded him to supervise the teacher's work; the company's creation reportedly had Weng Pinting's strong support, and now Bai Qinghua hardly visits it; when he first came to the research group, Chonghui and Shi Qianqian mentioned the teacher being "busy" with an inexplicable expression...

Is this what "busy" means?

Nan Zhubin looked at the man in a casual suit, with a relaxed temperament.

Only in his forties.

At the prime of his life, yet judging by senior brother and sister's reactions, Bai Qinghua's current lifestyle seemed standard.

Has he given up? Why?

Nan Zhubin came for business, and Bai Qinghua's expression shifted quickly. He cleared his throat twice and sat back in the black gaming chair, colorful game screen light reflecting off his profile, saying: "You mentioned there was a case report, right? It's been a month, definitely should update—let's start."

...

About an hour later, Nan Zhubin walked out of Bai Qinghua's gaming room with a complicated expression.

His complication wasn't about the case report; that went smoothly, and Bai Qinghua approved of Nan Zhubin's follow-up intervention plan.

Just as he was about to ask the nearby senior brothers something, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate.

Took it out to see, the caller ID was [Xia Tian].

Seems like it's something important.