Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 427 - 420: Chonghui: That’s Right, That’s Right!

Nan Zhubin glanced over Liu Jiahang’s expression: "This is... Teacher Liu, right?"

"Yes."

"Are you the consulting supervisor at the teacher’s company?"

"Yes, is something wrong?"

"Not really, if I’m not mistaken, our previous supervisor was our senior sister, that is, Sister Pingting, right?"

"Ha... that’s right, any problem?"

Liu Jiahang thought Nan Zhubin’s earlier words were amusing, what could this newcomer possibly know?

He didn’t even know the basics about the company—Chonghui hadn’t had time to introduce Nan Zhubin in detail on the way over, planning to get him familiar bit by bit during work.

So, when faced with Nan Zhubin’s questions at this moment, Liu Jiahang didn’t even have time to instinctively guard himself, directly answering these innocuous questions.

He was completely unaware of what he was about to face.

Chonghui, who had just stood up to call his junior to leave together, struggled for a while, then the "understanding student" Chonghui in his mind slowly faded, and the "bloody spectator" Chonghui slowly emerged.

So he sat back down again.

Nan Zhubin maintained a faint smile, his eyes slightly unfocused.

[Flow State]

In less than two seconds, he pieced together all the information.

Nan Zhubin looked at Liu Jiahang, and threw out the first question of the day as a prelude: "Why were you late today?"

Liu Jiahang laughed: "What are you doing? Interrogating me? Forcing me? I’ll mention this to Lao Bai later, but since you’re asking, I’ll tell you—"

He showed a very precise awkward smile: "I accidentally lost track of the time, and then the road got blocked..."

"Lies."

Nan Zhubin interrupted Liu Jiahang, his tone firm and decisive.

Liu Jiahang, who was explaining, was taken aback, staring dumbfounded at Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin waited for two seconds.

"Given the dominant stance you showed in our recent conversation, regardless of me interrupting you or questioning your explanation, you should be showing [anger] now."

Nan Zhubin reminded, "Yet your hesitation took a bit long, now getting angry seems fake."

Liu Jiahang, in the midst of taking a deep breath in preparation to grit his teeth, paused again.

"Clearly, you’ve rehearsed your lines in your mind and rehearsed your reactions, after all, you’re an experienced consultant."

Nan Zhubin continued leisurely, "But the fascinating part about the human body is here, you can plan to act, to restrain, to deceive others, but you can’t deceive some of your body’s instinctive reactions."

"For instance, right now—" Nan Zhubin suddenly pointed his finger, "You should swallow."

Before Nan Zhubin finished speaking.

Gulp—

The place where Nan Zhubin’s index finger pointed, Liu Jiahang’s throat.

Under the watchful eyes of Chonghui and Nan Zhubin, he swallowed.

"If this action accompanies ’gritting teeth,’ it can be understood as enduring [anger]. But now—"

Nan Zhubin moved his index finger upwards and made a circular motion on Liu Jiahang’s face: "This is called [guilt]."

Nan Zhubin sighed, "I’m too familiar with this emotion. At my previous workplace, at the beginning, there were always people with similar emotions strutting around in front of me."

"That’s why the moment I entered the room, I noticed this reaction the first time I laid eyes on you."

Nan Zhubin recalled the brief encounter at the reception with Liu Jiahang.

"Your eyes moved quickly, shifting back and forth between the senior and the two receptionists mid-sentence, lingering only briefly on me."

"The smile on your face was especially stiff, maintaining the same arc without changing for over ten seconds."

"Your body was straight and rigid, seemingly trying to appear at ease; however, you held the parcel you had just received in your arms, isolating yourself from others, and your grip was tight."

Nan Zhubin exclaimed with a sigh.

"Of course, these expressions and actions could have other explanations, after all, when you showed up late and let others take the blame, you might have other emotions like [guilt], [embarrassment], [nervousness], but there are always one or two reactions in you that conflict with these emotions."

"They perfectly match with [guilt]."

Nan Zhubin recounted with ease: "If it were [guilt], your body should be slightly curled or relaxed, and you would engage in longer eye contact with others; if it were [embarrassment] for your unprofessional behavior, your self-deprecating smiles should come sporadically, as for [nervousness]—"

"—as a consulting supervisor, you shouldn’t have that kind of emotion either."

"So, there can only be one answer, you are [guilty]. This emotion is directed at the receptionist, directed at the senior, or directed at someone connected to them."

"I guess it’s the teacher." Nan Zhubin stared at Liu Jiahang’s face, "—Very good, I guessed right."

Chonghui looked at Liu Jiahang.

His skills weren’t as strong as Nan Zhubin’s, but given the answer in reverse engineering, he could see some things from Liu Jiahang.

This consulting supervisor once again displayed the characteristics of [guilt] at this moment.

"Then this raises another question, in what scenario would a late consulting supervisor feel [guilty]?"

Nan Zhubin slowly said, "There’s only one answer, you did something you think would anger the teacher."

"Let me guess, you’ve taken on private work? Hmm—Yes, indeed."

"What kind of work? Took on another visitor? — Wrong."

"Then you secretly contacted other clients—Great, this time it’s correct."

Nan Zhubin showed a satisfied expression: "Because of your private work, you missed the company’s major affairs, delayed the consultation, stood up the visitor, this is indeed a big deal."

"I guess you originally thought you could manage, but unexpectedly found this private work consumed an extraordinary amount of your time, so you made up an excuse midway?"

Nan Zhubin nodded: "Very good—Correct again."

Nan Zhubin looked at Chonghui: "This explains why you thought Teacher Liu’s reactions today differed so greatly from usual, because he indeed is unsettled."

Faced with Nan Zhubin’s flurry of analysis and self-questioning, Chonghui initially showed an expression of enjoyment, then turned to Liu Jiahang, cooling down his expression.

Liu Jiahang, seized with dread, had no time for thought or speech, but now finally caught a break, still intending to object.

"I’ve told you our junior is remarkable, not just in consulting, he surpasses me in micro-expressions as well."

Chonghui blocked Liu Jiahang’s actions with a deep voice: "No need to refute, do you remember what the teacher’s research team studied? Do you think something our junior can discern would be missed by the teacher?"

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