Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 192 - 190 Nan Zhubin: He’s Intact, I’m Shattered

The visitor this time is a young man.

Nan Zhubin glanced up and down at the appearance of the other.

Moderate height, clean features, and an uncommon attention to attire among boys.

The initial impression is very good.

But Nan Zhubin did not relax.

At a glance, he saw a familiar temperament from the other.

[Micro-expression Analysis] directly issued a warning.

Nan Zhubin gently indicated: "Please sit."

"Hello, teacher."

The young man sat down and smiled, with a weak vulnerability in his smile that was very attractive to girls: "I came to you today mainly because I’ve been having some issues."

"These issues, I’ve always wanted to resolve on my own, but now I feel I can’t and can’t hold on anymore, so I’m here to seek your help..."

There is a certain self-exploration ability. His words are a bit like the first case of Zhuang Junzhe.

Hopefully, it’ll be as smooth in practice.

Nan Zhubin nodded and followed the visitor’s lead: "What kind of issues?"

The young man touched his left wrist: "It’s about my ex-girlfriend. We broke up a long time ago, she was my first love — but I still can’t forget her, I can’t accept a new person, and at times it feels like she’s still everywhere around me, appearing every now and then."

Nan Zhubin pondered: "How long have you been apart?"

The young man tapped his left wrist: "Two years."

"Have you kept in contact over these two years?"

"I wanted to contact her, but she deleted all my contact information. We were together when I was a freshman and she was a junior. At first, I could find her at school, but after she graduated, she completely disappeared."

While speaking, the young man kept rubbing his wrist, seemingly uncomfortable.

A sudden alarm went off in Nan Zhubin’s mind, as the fragile temperament of the other nearly materialized, reminding him of Li Minglu.

"Can you show me your hand, the left one?"

"Oh... alright."

The young man was very thin, his wrist visually skeletal, but fortunately, the skin was intact without the expected scratches or blood marks Nan Zhubin anticipated.

Nan Zhubin breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze swept and suddenly discovered something new.

"There’s a small rubber band on your wrist, is it from your ex-girlfriend?"

During relationships, girls often give their hair ties to boyfriends as wristbands, considered a token or a claim of ownership similar to a ring.

What the young man had been rubbing was actually this rubber band tied on his wrist.

"No." The young man retracted his left hand, continuing to rub it as if no one else was around, "She gave it to me last month."

Nan Zhubin instinctively smiled along with him.

But before his smile could fully unfold, it suddenly stopped.

"Graduation season was months ago, wasn’t it? Didn’t you say you hadn’t contacted her since graduation?"

The young man nodded: "Yes, but didn’t I tell you, teacher, I feel she’s still everywhere around me, like in the last few episodes of the Korean drama ’Sorry, I Love You,’ where ’she’ keeps appearing in places we used to frequent together."

The visitor said, scratching his wrist again: "This rubber band, I bought it in the supermarket we used to go to, exactly like the ones she often wore. I watched her buy it and then hand it to me personally."

Nan Zhubin frowned slightly.

"Handed it to you personally?" Nan Zhubin confirmed.

The young man blinked and smiled weakly: "It seems... maybe not, perhaps I imagined it."

"Are you aware she’s a figment of your imagination?"

"Maybe..."

"But she still appears every now and then?"

"Yes."

Nan Zhubin restrained the urge to press his fingers against his temple.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

...

Time, 18:02.

Xia Tian turned to look at the office behind her.

Today was strange.

At the consultation center, although teachers occasionally gathered in small groups, they usually came with a very clear purpose to discuss issues; moreover, they never gathered as fully as today.

But today, all the teachers were not only present, but also unusually silent in the office.

There was a sense of solemnity, even oppression, like a storm brewing.

What was different from usual?

[Could it be... because of Mr. Nan?]

Xia Tian sensed something.

[Speaking of Mr. Nan.]

Xia Tian glanced worriedly toward the consultation room.

[He hasn’t come out yet, another long session over an hour...]

The internal voice of the girl hadn’t finished when the door of the consultation room opened with a "click" — to her delight, the client emerged.

Given that he was a client of Mr. Nan’s, she had paid special attention to him before, remembering only that there was a rarely seen fragility about him that would typically attract young girls.

Yet at this moment, the young man exuded a slightly more stable aura, not quite sunny, but like a shattered glass bottle pieced back together.

Xia Tian glanced, thought no more, and sidestepped into the consultation room, carrying warm water.

"Mr. Nan?"

Xia Tian knocked on the half-opened door, easily spotting the consultant inside.

She saw Nan Zhubin slumped on the sofa, his brows knit, eye-ends twitching, corners of his mouth pulled downward, with an inexplicable weariness on his face.

He seemed like someone who was mostly broken.

But immediately after, she saw Nan Zhubin close his eyes —

And when he opened them again, his whole temperament seemed renewed, restoring from "a broken life" to "as calm as chrysanthemum."

Xia Tian was momentarily unsure whether to express her prepared concern.

"Thank you." Nan Zhubin quietly accepted the warm water.

Xia Tian quickly recovered: "Mr. Nan, this afternoon’s consultations are over, and the next one starts at seven o’clock."

The young girl took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and subtly replaced the subject: "We probably have an hour of break, would you like to grab dinner together?"

Nan Zhubin bowed his head, contemplating.

But then he shook his head in Xia Tian’s expectant gaze.

"The last visitor was a bit complicated, I need to discuss it with other teachers—"

If it’s a visitor’s matter, there was no choice.

Xia Tian understandingly nodded: "Then shall I bring something back for you from the cafeteria? You’re still familiar with Jiang University’s cafeteria, right? What did you like to eat back then?"

Nan Zhubin thought about it, smiled, and this time did not refuse: "Just bring the same thing you’re having, I’m curious about what you like to eat..."

As Nan Zhubin spoke, he got up and walked towards the office.

Opening the door.

Swish, swish, swish —

Five pairs of eyes projected ten beams of gaze, all landing on Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin blinked and noticed two unfamiliar people in the office.

But when these two saw Nan Zhubin, the expression on their faces wasn’t of initial astonishment, but a sentiment similar to Mr. Bai’s and Teacher Xue’s "haven’t enjoyed such a sight visually for a long time," a reunion-like feel.

Nan Zhubin had become quite familiar with this kind of expression.

So he cautiously greeted: "Didn’t expect everyone to be here."

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