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Chapter 195 - 193 Huang Xin: Do you really like consulting so much?

Chapter 195: Chapter 193 Huang Xin: Do you really like consulting so much?

Nan Zhubin was surprised by the person who appeared before him.

Huang Xin.

Nan Zhubin did not expect him to show up here at this moment.

Was he here to block him?

But the more surprised Nan Zhubin was, the calmer his face remained, and even his tone was flat and steady.

"Huang Xin... what are you doing here?"

...

Upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s words, Xia Tian blinked.

She was first startled, then gradually clenched her teeth.

She had previously been entrusted by Nan Zhubin to find out Huang Xin’s whereabouts, and thus knew that someone named "Huang Xin" was involved in Nan Zhubin’s event.

But Xia Tian had never met Huang Xin in person before, so this was their first encounter.

[Just... why does it have to be now!]

The girl’s white teeth ground together harshly, as if she was biting on something extremely hateful; if Nan Zhubin weren’t right beside her, there might have been sounds of wood being sawed coming out.

...

Huang Xin’s posture was somewhat strange.

With his head down, he didn’t see Xia Tian and was naturally unaware of her thoughts at the moment.

On Jiang University’s campus, there are many red-painted wooden benches, usually spread around the river, lawns, and near the teaching buildings.

Huang Xin, with his head down, slowly stood up from a position similar to the admiral’s pose in One Piece. The bench he selected was right next to a streetlamp, so as he transitioned from sitting to standing, the shadows on his face and body followed his movement with an impressive shift in momentum.

Truly, it had an almost performance art atmosphere.

Huang Xin slowly said, "You don’t even call me senior brother anymore?"

Nan Zhubin remained calm, stepping half a step forward, changing from standing side by side with Xia Tian to being half a body ahead: "Different occasions require different titles. Previously, calling you ’senior brother’ was either a disguise, mockery, or a temporary need from you. Now it’s different, so I’ve switched back to normal social terms."

This earnest explanation made Huang Xin so angry that he laughed, and he quickly lifted his head, intending to say something—

But in his line of sight, it was not just Nan Zhubin.

In the tranquil evening, a university couple walked together, very close yet not clinging together, seemingly teetering at the edge of clarity in their relationship; the boy’s steadiness contrasted with the girl’s agility, making even the air of late winter and early spring feel slightly warmer.

Though for some reason, the girl’s expression was rather fierce.

Huang Xin paused for a moment, looking at the bench he specifically chose, suddenly feeling a bit disheartened—what exactly was he here for?

"So what are you doing here?" Nan Zhubin asked, "Did you wait for me on purpose?"

Huang Xin quickly adjusted his mindset: "Yes, I came to find you."

"Did you even pose for it?"

Nan Zhubin caught on.

He looked at Huang Xin’s reddened hands and nose: "You must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

No matter what Huang Xin was here for.

With a few words, Nan Zhubin easily took over the initiative in the conversation.

Huang Xin paused again, glancing at Xia Tian beside Nan Zhubin.

The girl’s nose wrinkled deeper, like a cat about to scratch someone.

But then she lifted her head, meeting Nan Zhubin’s eyes.

Her expression softened again.

"Since Mr. Nan has something to do, I’ll be leaving first."

Nan Zhubin apologized: "I have a consultation tonight, so could you please bring me some food later?"

...

Watching Xia Tian’s silhouette fade into the distance.

Huang Xin suddenly remarked to Nan Zhubin, "You truly are always unexpected, yet somehow always reasonable."

Nan Zhubin didn’t respond: "How did you find me?"

Huang Xin suddenly let out a laugh, patting the long bench behind him, gesturing for Nan Zhubin to sit down.

"Just like I said, you’re unexpected, yet still reasonable."

Nan Zhubin showed a curious expression.

"For your visitors, you had a confrontation with Wang An during a class, which was recorded by many students and spread around. In other words—"

Huang Xin shook his head: "Many people at our school saw you in the video."

"Thanks to your very... distinctive personal image." Huang Xin phrased it tactfully, "Many people started inquiring about you, and some learned you were once my junior. Recently, I’ve been getting random friend requests from senior sisters, junior girls, senior boys, and junior boys all trying to add me on WeChat."

"And today, coincidentally, when you went to the psychology center, someone on my list saw you and asked me about your itinerary—so I found out where you were."

Hmm...

That indeed was an unexpected yet reasonable method.

Nan Zhubin paused for a moment and sat beside Huang Xin on the bench.

The atmosphere was inexplicably harmonious, akin to true fellow brothers discussing matters.

Nan Zhubin asked, "So what thing did you want to talk to me about?"

Huang Xin answered the wrong question: "I heard at two in the afternoon that you returned to the psychology center, so I came here to wait for you."

"I thought you would come out after a session, but I ended up waiting for four whole hours..."

His tone was full of melancholy, or rather, it sounded extremely tough.

This astonishing level of perseverance even made Nan Zhubin slightly impressed.

"Are you mentioning all this expecting me to compensate you for your long wait?"

Huang Xin shook his head: "What I mean is—I spent the entire afternoon here, thinking a lot."

"I was thinking, Nan Zhubin, you’ve been working as a paid consultant outside, yet you still come to the psychology center to conduct unpaid consultations, and for a full four hours—"

He turned his head, his tone inexplicable: "Nan Zhubin, do you really value your visitors that much and love psychological consultation this much?"

Nan Zhubin blinked.

He didn’t follow the other’s logic: "So you waited for four hours."

Then, showing a contemplative expression: "When I called you just now, you were hanging your head, were you asleep? And the supposed profound pose was actually because your body froze stiff from the cold?"

...

The sentimental atmosphere that Huang Xin had just created was instantly swept away.

Nan Zhubin laughed in his heart.

Pleasantly.

Although [Emotion Rebalancing] had eliminated the pressure from consultations, still... spicing up life, you can never have too much of that.

But Nan Zhubin could also distinguish the priorities, and after a moment of joy, he immediately brought the topic back: "What’s the thing that made you wait here for me so long?"

Huang Xin took a deep breath, pressing on his temples, which were throbbing.

"Two things."

"First, for the first thing—"

Huang Xin wanted to raise a finger, but it was too cold, so he ended up keeping his hands in his pockets after a moment’s consideration.

"I told the teacher about you punching Liu Pan this morning."

Nan Zhubin’s expression immediately showed interest: "What was his reaction?"