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48: Chapter 48 (Request for Follow-up Reading) Previous Cases 48: Chapter 48 (Request for Follow-up Reading) Previous Cases Nan Zhubin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the young teacher speaking eloquently in front of him and Chen Ting beside him, who kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, as if shutting herself off from the surrounding environment.

Nan Zhubin put on a social smile, “Teacher Wang, is it?

Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wang An smiled, “Well, I’ve encountered some issues recently.”

“Is it your problem?”

“Haha, as expected from a professional teacher.

Strictly speaking, it’s my student’s problem — mostly my student’s problem.”

Wang An gently nudged Chen Ting beside him, “Tingting, can you say it yourself?”

[The muscles in her neck were tense.]

Nan Zhubin’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the social smile at the corners of his mouth faded.

“She finds it embarrassing to talk about, which is why I’m the one bringing Tingting here now.”

Wang An shook his head, smiling wryly, “My student is too embarrassed to ask for help herself or even attend the lecture.

She encountered some issues a while ago, and according to family checks, it’s not a physical problem; it’s likely psychological.”

“Is that so?” Nan Zhubin did not look at Chen Ting, as if having a normal conversation, he stared at Teacher Wang.

“But her family has taken her to several hospitals and consulted several psychological consultants.

Although some problems were diagnosed, she hasn’t really improved.”

“Oh?

No improvement at all?”

“Well…

to be frank, there was some improvement a while ago but then it regressed, causing distress for her family and me… which is why we brought her to the lecture, hoping to consult a true expert for help.”

Wang An glanced at Weng Pinting, who was conversing softly with the school leadership not far away, “But it seems inconvenient right now?”

“Indeed, it’s quite inconvenient; Mr.

Weng has quite a full schedule afterward,” Nan Zhubin replied, “If you have any questions, you can ask me just the same.”

Wang An showed a surprised expression, then managed his expression to display a proper professional social response.

“You must have heard earlier, Teacher Wang, that Tingting changed quite a few consultants.

Her family and I are worried and more concerned, so we hope to find an expert unlike any of the previous consultants.”

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment, “You really care about your student, Teacher Wang.”

Wang An gave a bashful smile, scratching his neck awkwardly, “I’m quite familiar with her family; I’ve been guiding her for a long time.

Her talent is excellent, and I like her a lot.

She’s currently working on a project with me, and I plan to take her as my first graduate student in the future.

With your insight, Mr.

Nan, surely you understand the mentor-student relationship, which is more of a master-apprentice bond than a regular teacher-student one.”

“I understand,” Nan Zhubin replied, “But is it okay to say that?”

“Uh… what?”

The sudden question left Wang An stunned.

“You just mentioned that you’ve been guiding her for a long time, now working on projects together, and you want to guide her in graduate studies.

I might not understand fully, but this situation doesn’t seem to adhere to certain rules, like professional conduct or ethics.

At the very least, it’s not something to casually mention to someone you’re meeting for the first time; it qualifies as something that should remain a ‘secret’, wouldn’t you agree?”

Wang An’s smile faded, “Hmm?”

“In psychology, when someone spontaneously reveals a ‘small’ secret upon meeting, it often indicates they have a bigger secret worth hiding,”

Nan Zhubin’s smile was gone too, “You just said you ‘like’ your student very much.

How much do you ‘like’ her?”

…

The auditorium’s sound system echoed with the bearded consultant’s voice, whose teaching intonation differed from usual, intentionally lowered, thus especially magnetic.

In the corner of the small auditorium, Nan Zhubin stood expressionless, facing Wang An, who mirrored his expression, while Chen Ting kept her head down.

Nan Zhubin’s words created a few seconds of silence among the three of them.

Finally, Wang An forced a smile, forcibly curving his mouth open, “It seems like now really isn’t a convenient time for Teacher Weng, and Mr.

Nan is busy too, so I won’t disturb you further…”

“If you don’t want to smile, then don’t,” Nan Zhubin said coldly.

Interrupting the other.

“I watched closely from the stage — when my PPT displayed Mr.

Weng’s contact information on the last slide, you didn’t jot it down, so you weren’t planning to contact Mr.

Weng afterward for any ‘expert advice’.”

“And with your experience as ‘Teacher Wang’, you’d definitely know that after such lectures, Mr.

Weng wouldn’t have much time to remain in the classroom — at most perhaps five or six minutes to answer minor questions.”

Nan Zhubin looked towards where Weng Pinting was, “It seems she has a moment now.

Want me to call her over for consultation?

If it’s awkward, I can call her over for you.”

Wang An’s smile, still barely held together, was now visibly stiff.

“So regardless of what excuse you gave for coming here, you never intended to find Mr.

Weng, nor any relatively more mature-looking psychological consultant.”

“You specifically brought Chen Ting to attend the lecture, and afterwards approached the seemingly youngest of us for ‘help’, just a quick chat.

You surely didn’t expect to actually ‘get help’; you merely wanted to show you’re ‘seeking help for Chen Ting’.”

“In fact, while you were explaining, I saw no sign of concern for Chen Ting’s condition in you, you even…”

Nan Zhubin softly said, “Were quite pleased, weren’t you?”

…

Wang An blinked quickly a few times, swallowed quickly, chest heaving sharply.

Turning away to leave.

“Tingting, let’s go!”

After a few steps, Wang An noticed someone was missing.

Chen Ting remained in place, and at some point raised her head, eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at Nan Zhubin.

“Tingting, your mom is coming over tonight, you should go back and tidy your dorm,” Wang An’s voice sounded again.

Nan Zhubin observed, seeing a hint of fear that had just dissipated around Chen Ting once more envelop her.

He frowned, watching Chen Ting turn away, taking a step to say something.

“Mr.

Nan, is there something you need?”

A hand settled on Nan Zhubin’s arm.

He turned and saw the bearded consultant having just finished his lecture.

Turning back, Chen Ting was already following Wang An far away.

“Indeed, I have something to do, need to leave for a bit.

Mr.

Hu, could you please cover for me, explain to Sister Pingting, once back I…”

“Mr.

Nan.” The bearded consultant interrupted.

The hand on Nan Zhubin’s shoulder did not relax, even tightened intentionally.

He was stopping Nan Zhubin.

“Mr.

Nan,” the bearded consultant’s voice was indescribably serious, “I joined the company before you, having heard Sister Pingting share a fascinating case early on, would you like to hear it?”

“It’s a case involving a university girl, who developed PTSD and depression after being raped by her biological father.”

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