Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!
Chapter 35 - 35 35 Incomprehensible Skills

35: Chapter 35: Incomprehensible Skills 35: Chapter 35: Incomprehensible Skills Nan Zhubin followed the voice and looked over.

It was a consultant who, though older than him, was still considered a newcomer in the industry.

He accidentally didn’t hold onto his pen, which fell onto the table with a noise.

This not-so-young yet very new consultant was now filled with confusion.

What is this all about?

Aren’t we listening to a case study?

Why does it feel like learning advanced statistics?

I was just writing for a bit, and when I looked up, the world had changed?

How did the emotions expressed by the visitor become fear?

How can the degree of fear be categorized?

Why is the greatest fear targeted at men?

How are the other fears generalized?

How could it be like this, this, this, and then become that?

Everything was fine before; why can’t I understand anything at the most crucial point?

These doubts in the minds of less experienced consultants are not easy to express, while others like Stubbly Beard, Bald Yang, and some other older, more experienced ones, already had unabashedly switched to an “What the hell are you talking about” ridiculous expression on their faces.

Among them, Stubbly Beard was the most agitated; he directly shouted: “How did you determine that?

Did you bring a machine onsite and analyze it with recording?”

His shout directly interrupted Nan Zhubin’s report, which is quite impolite, even explicitly forbidden in a discussion meeting.

However, Weng Pinting did not stop him.

She glanced at Stubbly Beard sideways, then looked at Nan Zhubin with great interest.

If divided into 5 levels, Weng Pinting’s gaze at the moment contained about level 4 curiosity.

Nan Zhubin looked at Stubbly Beard and said, “No, I didn’t bring a machine inside.”

“Then what did you rely on to draw your conclusions?”

“Eyes, and knowledge.”

Stubbly Beard’s expression became even more ridiculous: “What kind of eyes and knowledge can see what you just said, unless you have some superpower to directly perceive others’ emotions?

We study psychology, not mysticism!”

Nan Zhubin’s tone was flat: “It’s not a superpower, it’s microexpressions.”

This time, Stubbly Beard finally laughed: “Micro expressions?

That has already been debunked, it’s pseudoscience!”

He laughed so confidently that his chin was raised an extra 3 degrees.

Nan Zhubin, however, fell silent for a moment, and his gaze towards Stubbly Beard involuntarily changed.

That gaze contained a sense of knowledge suppression.

“Let me ask you, where did you see that microexpressions were debunked, on CNKI?

Journals?

Or which platform?”

The question was quite impolite, and Stubbly Beard’s confidence unconsciously faltered for a moment.

Immediately, Stubbly Beard began to ponder deeply, but the problem was he really couldn’t remember where he saw the concept of “micro expressions as pseudoscience.”

He just had such an impression in his mind, but wasn’t sure where he saw it, or whether it was credible.

In the past, such an impression, matched with his identity, would be enough to refute others.

But now, he suddenly lost his confidence—it seemed like it really wasn’t from CNKI or journals, but from…

some WeChat share, or even a short video?

As he thought about it, Stubbly Beard consultant’s chin involuntarily lowered by 4 degrees.

Nan Zhubin added: “Then I think, Mr.

Hu, you probably haven’t systematically studied behaviorism, right?

Even if you did, it was likely only for some technique, like ‘punishment,’ ‘reward,’ or ‘Full Immersion Therapy’?”

Without needing Stubbly Beard to answer, seeing his chin involuntarily lower another 3 degrees, Nan Zhubin knew he was right again.

Nan Zhubin looked around and explained, “If you’re looking for a textbook-style ‘micro-expression encyclopedia’ to interpret everyone, then indeed it’s pseudoscience, and there’s no microexpression template that can be applied to everyone to reveal everyone’s secrets.”

“But establishing a baseline line for someone’s microexpression changes, unlocking which emotion each microexpression corresponds to, to deeply interpret the individual—that is feasible.

It’s this technology that I applied in this consultation.”

Nan Zhubin glanced at Stubbly Beard: “Of course, if not for deep interpretation, but only for some shallow expression judgments to determine the group behavior tendency, that is also possible.”

Stubbly Beard was choked up.

The essence of a psychological consultant is technical, and at this moment, he felt a kind of technical suppression, the hardest suppression to resist in work debates.

Nan Zhubin’s gaze swept over Stubbly Beard and then connected with Bald Yang.

Just moments ago, when Stubbly Beard asked him questions, the expression on his face was not merely simple “doubt.”

Interrupting someone’s continuous narrative is inherently impolite, and if you add expressions like “frowning,” “eyelid raising,” and “eyebag tightening,” it becomes very interesting.

Especially the latter two expressions, those are “preparation for attack” expressions!

Interested friends can try provoking others and see if they show similar expressions before they swing at you, particularly noting changes around the eyes.

Since microexpressions are fleeting, you either have to observe several times, or use a durable camera to record and repeatedly watch.

Nan Zhubin had just seen the same expressions on another person two days ago.

“Does Teacher Yang have any thoughts?”

Nan Zhubin suddenly turned.

Bald Yang was taken aback: I haven’t spoken from the start, why am I being pulled out specifically?

Maybe due to panic, Bald Yang unwittingly said: “Mr.

Nan seems very confident in the technology of microexpressions?

Since it’s a communication meeting, could you demonstrate it?”

This time, Nan Zhubin was surprised.

Are you cooperating too much?

Can’t ask for more.

“I just mentioned that you can establish a baseline for someone’s microexpression changes to deeply interpret them—now I can do it for you.”

“…Ah, ah?!”

“When I called your name just now, you had noticeable swallowing, pupil contraction, even the muscles in your neck and shoulders tensed, indicating nervousness.

But considering your age and experience, and my age and experience, in this situation, you shouldn’t feel nervous being called by your name.”

Others turned their gaze to Bald Yang, puzzled—why did he show no signs of change in their view?

While Bald Yang actually shrank even more.

“You’re starting deep breaths now, combining with your overall bodily reactions, there can actually be many interpretations, but as I said, establishing a personal baseline—your reactions now exactly match a ‘baseline state’ I’ve seen before.”

“Previously in the boss’s office confrontation, when I presented the recording of your false accusation against me, you were in this exact state!”

“Exactly the same.”

“So I think you must have done something bad to me just now, like speaking ill of me behind my back or plotting against me with someone else.”

“But now it failed, and yet I exposed you again, right?”