Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Let’s be honest, the things Nan Zhubin mentioned... they aren’t really deep.

But in the early stages of psychological consultation, the plan doesn’t need to be deep. Because no one can predict whether new issues will be exposed during treatment or whether the surrounding environment of the visitor will undergo changes.

Therefore, what Director He wants to examine is actually the "stability" and "completeness" of Nan Zhubin’s plan.

"Stability" means checking whether Nan Zhubin rushes into deep cognitive interventions or behavior correction training with the visitor after just two consultations.

"Completeness" is about seeing if Nan Zhubin has considered multiple situations at the source of the visitor’s problems and provided corresponding contingency plans.

At the moment, Director He presses her temple with her left hand, thinking hard — but hasn’t found any issues with Nan Zhubin.

To be fair, she could assume some situations and then from there, offer opinions targeting the "oversights" in Nan Zhubin’s considerations; if being extreme, she could even provide opinions from a pharmacological perspective — that would truly touch Nan Zhubin’s knowledge blind spot.

But, it’s unnecessary.

"Pretty good." Director He nods, "Continue following this case, and come to me anytime if needed."

"Alright." Nan Zhubin nods obediently.

After confirming that Nan Zhubin indeed is stable, Director He breathes a sigh of relief. She glances at her phone, realizing that only less than ten minutes have passed since their conversation started.

"Didn’t really take up lunch break time." Director He jokes.

Director He had squeezed out some busy time during lunch to give Nan Zhubin this short personal supervision, unlike those higher-ups who like to occupy break times with meetings or overtime. On clinic days, Director He is busier than her subordinates.

"Let’s go, have lunch together, I know the canteen..."

Director He was about to extend an invitation when Nan Zhubin’s phone suddenly vibrates.

An alarm goes off.

"What’s up? Got a consultation?"

Director He frowns slightly: "We usually try to schedule consultations during work hours, it’s better to take this time to rest and recuperate, it’s also responsible for the patients."

Director He speaks earnestly, but Nan Zhubin shakes his head.

"No, I have a class in the afternoon." Nan Zhubin replies, "First period."

"I was worried I’d forget, so I set this alarm beforehand and forgot to cancel it before coming in, sorry..."

Director He blinks: "You have class this afternoon?"

Nan Zhubin nods: "Compulsory thought and politics class, the teacher is strict with attendance, it’s not convenient to ask for leave..."

Director He sorts out her thoughts. This young person’s ability is quite capable of making one overlook his age.

"Then you should go now. If you drive back to school now, have some lunch and get things ready, the timing should be about right."

"Failing the thought and politics class has heavier consequences than messing up a consultation..."

———

The afternoon’s politics class is not held in the Psychology College’s building, as this class is attended by students from multiple colleges; to accommodate so many people at once requires specific lecture halls.

Other than occasional curious glances from fellow Psychology College students, the class has no other peculiarities.

Thought and politics is compulsory, the teacher specially made an online sign-in QR code, and limited the signing distance using Bluetooth positioning to prevent students from taking a picture of the QR code and sending it to absent students.

Besides the strictness of signing in, this class poses no other risks. As long as you’re sitting in the classroom, whether sleeping, playing on your phone, or using a computer to read papers, the teacher doesn’t mind.

Including breaks, this thought and politics class lasts for an hour and fifty minutes.

After class, Nan Zhubin ignores the few interested female classmates nearby and heads straight toward the research office.

Since he’s already back, he might as well use the afternoon to read literature.

When Nan Zhubin pushes the door open, most of his peers are already seated in the office. The sound of typing crackles, occasionally mixed with mouse clicks and the sound of flipping books. Looking around, almost all familiar faces are there.

Senior graduate students are working on their projects, first-year ones are flipping through textbooks, with Shi Qianqian, as the Senior Sister of Skill Transmission, occasionally discussing something quietly with others.

As Nan Zhubin sits down, just after putting down his backpack, Mo Kai turns his chair around with a "creak."

"Senior brother."

Nan Zhubin glanced at him: "What’s up?"

Mo Kai blinks, seemingly organizing his words: "Do you have time tonight? Want to have dinner together?"

Shi Qianqian looks over.

It’s not that Mo Kai’s invitation has any problem.

"Us arranging for a meal... you need to be so formal?" Nan Zhubin raises his eyebrow.

Nan Zhubin and Mo Kai are both peers and work partners. Ever since Nan Zhubin came to Beidu, he’s had the most meals with Chonghui, followed by Mo Kai, and lastly, alone.

Mo Kai’s mouth corners twitched, rubbing his hands: "Because I wanted to invite someone else too, wanted to get your opinion first, senior brother."

Nan Zhubin heard this and raised his brow, showing interest.

"I want to invite Sister Xia Tian." Mo Kai says.

Nan Zhubin is taken aback. But Mo Kai doesn’t keep it secret, quickly explaining his idea.

After the last EAP project ended, Mo Kai founded his own company as a side business — Nan Zhubin was aware of this.

In a fledgling company, legal affairs are rather complex. Mo Kai’s father only provides backing, while Mo Kai himself wants to build up his own network.

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