Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 166 - 164 Who should we ask these questions? Of course, it’s our old friend—

Chapter 166: Chapter 164 Who should we ask these questions? Of course, it’s our old friend—

"Ding ding~ding ding~dong~~"

6:30 in the morning.

The sky hadn’t yet brightened, and the young college student Xia Tian welcomed the most crucial moment of her day.

The roommate on the lower bunk was woken by Xia Tian’s phone alarm, struggling on the bed: "Tiantian... do you have an early class today?"

"No, I have work—over at the psychological center."

Xia Tian lowered her voice to avoid waking more of her roommates.

"Oh...the psychological center...so tiring...don’t let it take a toll on your mind..."

The roommate on the lower bunk struggled again, as she was really good friends with Xia Tian, she could still murmur a caring sentence in her half-asleep state.

Then, she didn’t move anymore.

Xia Tian took a slight breath. She quietly climbed down from her bed, grabbed the makeup bag and toiletries she had prepared the night before from the desk, and jogged to the washroom.

Here, she didn’t need to worry about making noise to wake her roommates.

Xia Tian glanced at the time displayed on her phone’s screen, ran through today’s schedule in her mind, and silently cheered herself on.

[Go, Xia Tian!]

A little tidbit here: when a girl encounters an event she deems important, she will prepare herself well in advance; but if you see a girl appearing at an occasion looking messy and bare-faced, it can only mean that occasion isn’t important.

Humming a little tune, Xia Tian first filled the basin with warm water. Then she squeezed a bit of facial cleanser into her palm, lathered it with water, and applied it onto her face in circular motions from the bottom up.

"Swish swish," rinsing off the foam, a face appeared in the mirror that, even bare, definitely surpassed the one-tailed standard deviation of 1.64 or even 2.33.

But it wasn’t enough.

The young girl applied a layer of lotion for moisturizing.

Then came the real battle—

Step one, Xia Tian picked up the concealer, squinting as she stared intently at her reflection in the mirror, searching for potential acne marks or other imperfections like a sniper finding a target.

After a while, she put it down with satisfaction: "Skin’s in decent condition these days, no need for concealer."

Step two, Xia Tian carefully picked up the powder puff and finely applied a layer of foundation on her tender face that looked like a shelled egg; she then added another layer of loose powder to prevent the base makeup from falling off.

Step three, holding the eyeshadow pen, she applied shadow along the sides of her nose for a more three-dimensional appearance, then did contouring on her face, adding some highlights, like drawing a charming aegyo-sal.

And then, eyeliner, mascara, blush, lipstick...

As the sky outside began to brighten and the time on her phone slowly neared eight o’clock.

Xia Tian threw her head back, applying a final layer of setting spray on her face.

"Mission accomplished!"

The young girl gazed at her reflection in the mirror contentedly, and while at first glance she seemed the same as before, a closer and very meticulous inspection might reveal that her appearance had just surpassed the one-tailed standard deviation of 2.33—or 99% beyond her peers—and leaped a decimal place forward.

Most importantly, this process laid a solid psychological foundation for the young girl, injecting a tremendous amount of confidence!

"Go, Xia Tian!"

The young girl pumped her fist!

...

"Mr. Nan, over here!"

Hearing the greeting, Nan Zhubin turned his head and saw someone standing in the sunlight who seemed to glow. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Good morning, Xia Tian," Nan Zhubin hovered his gaze over Xia Tian’s face, "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not at all," Xia Tian remained composed, "There’s no class this morning, so I slept well and just got up not long ago myself."

Nan Zhubin’s eyes moved slightly, then he smiled.

It was quite lucky. Some women, due to thick makeup, obscure facial details, causing certain micro-expressions to be unreadable.

Luckily, the Xia Tian in front of him didn’t seem to need heavy makeup, allowing Nan Zhubin to see changes in her face clearly.

However, constantly activating [Micro-expression Analysis] with friends could be quite exhausting.

Nan Zhubin quickly retracted his gaze.

He then showed an apologetic expression: "Once again, I need your help."

Xia Tian waved her hands repeatedly: "Mr. Nan, please don’t say that. If you didn’t let me help with this kind of thing, that would be troubling for me."

After thinking for a moment, Xia Tian added an explanation: "After all, just hearing about such things... it sounds so excessive, if I can lend a hand, that would be wonderful..."

Saying this, the young girl’s face turned red.

Involuntarily, Nan Zhubin hooked his lips up into a smile and switched topics: "About what I told you yesterday..."

Getting to the main point, the young girl’s expression immediately became serious, showing the look any law student should have.

"What you told me yesterday..."

...

Although a lot happened these past few days.

It has only been a few days since Nan Zhubin and Teacher Hu went to the "Liu Lin Psychological Clinic" to gather intelligence.

At that time, a teacher with the surname Zhang provided some rather interesting information:

["After your incident, the files of past visitors were thoroughly checked... the only usable one was the ’prescription’ I told you about..."]

["Chen Jie’s prescription had already been documented at the end of last year... but there should be a main ledger, in Old Lin’s possession..."]

["As for Li Minglu... as far as I know, his case is handled by Old Lin’s student."]

Based on this information, several questions emerged.

First, Chen Jie’s specific information is recorded in Lin Lulin’s ledger. These kinds of things wouldn’t be carried around by Lin Lulin; they are likely at home, in the office, or the lab. So, how to find this ledger? Or—who would know how to find this ledger?

Second, Li Minglu’s case is handled by Lin Lulin’s student, so who might this student be? Or—who would know who this student is?

Additionally, recent events led Weng Pinting to inform Nan Zhubin: Lin Lulin may have taken countermeasures in recent days, including shifting blame to the Zhang consultant and altering financial data; yet for such a large psychological clinic, no matter how the surface accounts are prettified, the core fundamentals must remain unchanged.

So—

Who might be responsible for this accounting work, and who might know those "unchangeable core fundamentals"?

...

Xia Tian made a gesture of recalling: "The student you wanted me to inquire about, his name is ’Huang Xin,’ right?"

Nan Zhubin nodded: "Yes, that’s him."

"I want to know his schedule for today."

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