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Chapter 65 - 65 65 Impressions of Wang An

65: Chapter 65: Impressions of Wang An 65: Chapter 65: Impressions of Wang An Looking at the girl in front of him who suddenly appeared as radiant as the sun.

Shen Bing blinked, feeling that things seemed to be beyond his expectations.

Nan Zhubin introduced proactively, “Her name is Xia Tian.”

Shen Bing tilted his head—was this what he cared about?

The teacher, who appeared to be 25, smiled: “Ah, it’s student Xia Tian.

Mr.

Nan mentioned to me earlier about wanting to launch a collaboration project with the Law School, but I didn’t expect the court would send you over to coordinate.”

Before coming, Nan Zhubin had proposed bringing in the Law School while discussing the project with the Psychology College, with the reason being to expand the field related to Judicial Psychology.

Meanwhile, they wanted to improve the Informed Consent Form that visitors sign before counseling by using legal language.

After all, the existing Informed Consent Forms are mainly based on foreign templates.

Since psychological consultation started relatively late in the country, one major focus of academic research has been localizing various aspects of psychological consultation rationally.

For something like the Informed Consent Form, there’s still no unified standard domestically.

It only depends on which institution provides a more authoritative version or which psychologist’s version seems more credible, drawing from these as examples.

In response to what the 25-year-old teacher said.

Xia Tian smiled and explained, “My teacher is very supportive of this project, saying that if it’s done well, I might even be able to publish a small paper.”

This reason made it a very good one for Nan Zhubin to reasonably establish relations with the Law School, interacting in the name of the project.

However, the 25-year-old teacher seemed familiar with Xia Tian, which surprised Nan Zhubin.

Not only this teacher, but even Big Nose and Small Eyes made the expression of “I know her” towards Xia Tian.

The 25-year-old teacher explained: “Student Xia is quite active in school, getting the national scholarship every year, participating in several provincial and national projects.

She even cooperated on a few projects with our college before, and—Xia, you’ve already been recommended for postgraduate studies, right?”

“Yes.” Xia Tian answered the teacher while her eyes were smiling at Nan Zhubin.

Shen Bing looked understanding, accepting Nan Zhubin’s explanation.

If they could indeed reach a collaboration with the Law School and revise the Informed Consent Form, it would add something with exclusive copyright to the Yan Nuo Center, beneficial for its reputation in the industry.

This reason seemed valid.

As for Nan Zhubin’s real reason, everyone who understood knew.

After being brought into the classroom at the Psychology College dedicated to this project, when everyone went about their own business.

Nan Zhubin pulled Xia Tian aside.

“How much do you know about this matter?”

By “this matter,” he referred to the situation with Wang An and Chen Ting.

Nan Zhubin came to Jiang University to help Chen Ting “cut off the stressor.” Initially, contacting Chen Ting to carry out this process would have been better.

But the progress of last consultation was too fast.

Not only did Chen Ting reveal the trauma, but she had even grown to confront her mother.

Based on the principle of systematic desensitization, in such a short time, Nan Zhubin still planned to let Chen Ting stabilize, giving her ample time to consolidate and grow.

After all, confronting Wang An was too crucial and risky; a minor slip could lead to regression in consultation, rendering previous efforts futile.

Therefore, Nan Zhubin planned to first spearhead by himself, collecting some information about Wang An and be well-prepared.

At this moment, Nan Zhubin looked at Xia Tian, who had previously helped him acquire Chen Ting’s contact information.

He was unsure to what extent she understood the situation now.

“I know nothing at all.” Xia Tian said cheerfully, “I’m waiting for you to tell me.”

Nan Zhubin paused.

Seeing Nan Zhubin’s expression of disbelief, Xia Tian explained:

“I’m aware such things involve privacy and aren’t convenient for me to know.

I won’t ask about things that I shouldn’t know.

We law students also have relevant laws and ethics that aren’t any less stringent than those for psychological consultation.”

Xia Tian wrinkled her nose, an action that inexplicably reminded Nan Zhubin of a cat.

“Moreover, now that you’ve come to me for help again, I’m sure you’ll tell me what I want to know, right?”

Nan Zhubin lowered his head, then lifted it again.

He lowered it once more.

His words were full of apologies: “I need to seek the visitor’s consent to discuss anything too detailed…”

It felt quite nerve-wracking—asking for help but not disclosing details.

However, Xia Tian interjected first: “I understand.

I can roughly guess what it’s about.”

“So, what do you need me to do now?”

Seeing the “nothing matters” expression on her face, it took Nan Zhubin a few seconds of emotional management to continue speaking.

“Next, I’d like you to find a few classmates to join the project, then invite Wang An to be the advisory teacher.

This would give me a chance to interact with him.”

University teachers are hard to find, and Nan Zhubin hasn’t yet reached a point of desperation where he would take drastic actions, so a legitimate reason is needed to create opportunities to engage with Wang An.

As a project leader, one would typically find an administrative teacher, like the one now wavering between 25 and 35 years, sent by the Psychology College.

Someone like Wang An, a professional lecturer, would generally not come.

Unless students are participating in some professional competition, requiring a professional teacher to be an advisory teacher.

If it’s a professor in their forties or fifties, they might just put their names on it; but teachers like Wang An, being young, still need to mentor students to produce some results to enrich their resumés.

He’d be very attentive; thus, it would create opportunities for meetings with Nan Zhubin.

Xia Tian smiled and said, “I could complete such a small project by myself…”

Nan Zhubin shook his head firmly: “No, find a few classmates to form a team, then come back for a joint meeting.

It’s better this way.”

Xia Tian looked at the expression on Nan Zhubin’s face for a few seconds, her mouth slightly curling higher, and she agreed: “Alright, I’ll go look for them later.”

…

Nan Zhubin felt slightly relieved.

After a moment’s thought, he asked, “In your eyes, what kind of person is Wang An?”

Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Although he had gotten some impressions from Chen Ting, considering the victim’s situation, there might be a cognitive bias.

Nan Zhubin needed more information sources.

Similarly, the information obtained from Xia Tian now would only serve as a reference; Nan Zhubin would also personally observe later.

Xia Tian thought for a moment and said, “Teacher Wang is very young, so he usually gets along well with us, very approachable…”

Xia Tian spoke slowly, with an overall inclination towards a positive evaluation.

Nan Zhubin listened slowly, then asked again: “Are there any rumors about him?”

Rumors contain three parts truth, from which necessary information can be inferred.

Even if the information in the rumors is false, one can see the attitude of the rumor spreader towards the subject of the rumor.

It holds a certain reference value.

If worse comes to worst, repeating rumors in front of the person can have a certain offense-breaking effect, facilitating subsequent maneuvers.

Xia Tian thought for a moment: “There really are…”