Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 168 - 166: Nan Zhubin: Surprise!

The young male graduate students tend to enjoy talking about topics outside the lab.

The reason for talking about these topics isn’t to accomplish anything, but because in a dull, high-pressure life, there’s always a need for something to divert attention.

Especially with jobs like collecting data in experiments, which are so mechanical, dull, and tedious.

It’s like how doctors in the operating room, when cutting flesh with their scalpels amidst gory scenes, enjoy telling dirty jokes—not because the Mosaic-level scenes trigger some delight in them, leading to further associations.

It’s just to lighten the mood; even if there’s a completely naked beauty lying on the operating table, the doctors’ hands won’t tremble while cutting.

Similarly, though the conversation is lively, if a stunning beauty like Di Memeng were to actually appear in the lab, the male grad students wouldn’t do anything; after all, the thing that attracts their attention most in the lab is still the experimental data.

Unless that Di Memeng provided extremely perfect experimental data, which would be another story.

At the moment, Huang Xin really needs something to adjust his emotional state.

Facing his junior’s question, he thought for a moment, then answered, "How to describe that junior’s voice... Well, it’s just a voice really suited for Psychological Consultation, you know what I mean?"

"Hearing a voice like that, I even feel like I have more energy to do experiments."

The Big Nose junior sniffed with his big nose and immediately got it.

"What’s the junior’s name?"

Huang Xin looked at today’s schedule: "Let me check, it’s—"

He quickly found it: "Tian Nan."

The Big Nose junior approvingly remarked, "What a pleasant name, both the surname and the name sound nice."

Compared to Huang Xin, the Big Nose junior’s mental state was different.

He didn’t get reprimanded in the advisor’s office this morning, and recently he hasn’t had any urgent work, so his spirit was quite full.

Moreover, unlike Huang Xin, who has been battered by experiments and writing for years, the Big Nose junior hasn’t done much related to research yet and hasn’t developed aversion to it.

As a result, the Big Nose junior was especially looking forward to the first subject of the day.

If this subject had a nice voice and was a junior, all the better.

Huang Xin checked the time and said, "They should be here soon."

Knock, knock, knock—

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door soon after.

Huang Xin gave the Big Nose junior a deep, mysterious look.

The Big Nose junior eagerly went to open the door, muttering the name as he walked.

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"Such a pleasant name, I wonder how nice the voice would be."

"Tian Nan, Tian—Senior Brother Nan?!"

Without any preparation, he opened the door.

Nan Zhubin’s face suddenly appeared in view.

He immediately inserted his foot into the door and curled his lips at the shocked Big Nose junior staring at him.

"Good morning, junior."

...

Huang Xin watched as Nan Zhubin leisurely opened the lab door, bypassed the wide-eyed Big Nose junior, and walked straight towards him.

For a moment, he felt like his PTSD was about to be triggered.

The last time Nan Zhubin showed up here, he did a psychological hit with micro expression lie detection, coaxing and deceiving a lot of information from him, and later threatened him terribly.

That time was very much like now.

So much resemblance...

[No, last time this guy forced his way in right after an experiment subject left.]

[This time he directly disguised himself as an experiment subject, even more outrageous!]

[And disguised as a junior!!]

At that moment, Huang Xin felt a torrent of fury brewing inside him.

But this mindset gave Huang Xin a sense of familiarity, because his first reaction last time he saw Nan Zhubin seemed to be the same.

And the outcome?

...

Suddenly, Huang Xin felt disheartened.

He leaned back and slumped into an ergonomic chair prepared for visitors.

"It’s Zhuren... What are you here for again?"

The name that came out unexpectedly conveyed a sense of familiarity.

Nan Zhubin nodded in courtesy and pulled another chair to sit in front of Huang Xin.

"Since we’re already familiar, I’ll just ask directly."

This "familiar" meant that Nan Zhubin had long established a baseline of Huang Xin’s expressions and emotions, allowing him to directly conduct micro expression lie detection.

Huang Xin, unaware of this, still managed to respond weakly:

"We’ve been familiar for a long time, okay? We even did experiments together in the research group before... Why are you acting like you just met me?"

This familiar tone, starting with a reminiscent topic, sounded seemingly harmonious at first glance.

If you ignore the actual state of the two now.

Nan Zhubin looked directly at Huang Xin, and got right to the point: "First of all, you should know what I did a few days ago, right? I went straight to the ’Liu Lin Psychological Clinic.’

Huang Xin replied listlessly, "Of course, who doesn’t know something this big..."

Nan Zhubin gathered information from his face: "Good—true words. Did what I did there affect you?"

"Look at me, what do you think—"

Nan Zhubin nodded, "Looks like it did—did Lin Lulin alter the records?"

"Yes, of course."

"Did he ask you to change it?"

"Yes. Normally, I wouldn’t be involved in something of this level, but the teacher needed the files done as soon as possible, and more people were needed, so I was pulled in..."

Remarkably, every time Huang Xin answered, it was the truth.

Moreover, he unexpectedly started to answer openly and fully.

His words even began to reveal a lot of extra information.

Nan Zhubin was a bit surprised, which made his questioning go much more smoothly.

But if you delve into this state, it’s actually understandable...

People in psychology have their own psychological defense and protection mechanisms.

The last time when Nan Zhubin came, his attack was fierce, pursuing aggressively; even then, Huang Xin triggered almost a circuit-breaking defense when his mental state was about to collapse, often covering up, feigning weakness, or using "secret to hide a big secret" disguises.

Of course, these defenses were all eventually destroyed.

This caused more psychological harm to Huang Xin.

From this perspective, Huang Xin’s current cooperation might very well be his psychological defenses and protection mechanisms operating in another direction.

It’s just that when a person who likes to resist gets tamed, they tend to cooperate in surprising ways...

...

While Huang Xin answered the last question, Nan Zhubin began to celebrate internally.

When he went to Liu Lin Psychological Clinic, Nan Zhubin hoped to gain key information on both Li Minglu and Chen Jie in one go.

But the result was only obtaining part of Li Minglu’s medication list, with the specific situation unknown; afterward, the medication list proved to be no problem.

As for Chen Jie, there was no information or medication list that could be used.

Actually, when he knew Chen Jie’s data was recorded in a so-called "account book" personally collected by Lin Lulin, Nan Zhubin immediately started thinking about who would know the whereabouts of this "account book."

Would Huang Xin know—it seemed impossible.

Because as Huang Xin himself said, his usual involvement was very low, and Lin Lulin didn’t even intend to let Huang Xin be involved in the work of the psychological clinic.

And the main accounts, items that the clinic consultants couldn’t even touch, were even more off-limits for Huang Xin, a graduate student.

But, nothing is absolute.

Is there a possibility of making someone you can easily access now—namely Huang Xin—come into contact with things he couldn’t before?

Just like Huang Xin said: "Originally, I wouldn’t be involved in matters of this level, but because the teacher needed the documents done quickly, as many people as possible were needed, so I got pulled in."

This was the result of Nan Zhubin’s previous commotion at Liu Lin Psychological Clinic.

Though it was unintentional success.

[But—it is the so-called "stirring up the grass to alert the snakes."]

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