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Chapter 282 - 280: Sounds of Quarrelling

Chapter 282: Chapter 280: Sounds of Quarrelling

Weng Pinting’s call, of course, should be answered.

But it probably took Xia Tian quite some time to bring the phone out of the consultation room, and then hesitating whether to wake Nan Zhubin up also caused some delay.

This led to the ringing lasting a bit too long.

By the time Nan Zhubin took the phone, the screen had just dimmed.

On the other end, Weng Pinting should receive a [No Response] notice, right?

Xia Tian blinked, suddenly feeling a bit at a loss.

But before the young girl could start blaming herself, Nan Zhubin, having read her micro expressions, comforted her in time: "It’s okay, I’ll just call her back later. It probably isn’t anything important..."

Upon hearing this, Xia Tian indeed calmed down.

"However, there’s something I need your help with." Nan Zhubin suddenly said.

"What is it?"

"Starting today, don’t schedule any more consultations for me. I need to review my current consultation schedule and make some selections based on the issues recorded by the students—there are some consultations I won’t be doing..."

Xia Tian blinked again, feeling anxious upon hearing this.

But before blurting out "Why," she quickly started blinking rapidly, forcibly holding back her emotions.

Then, she quickly noticed something else.

"Mr. Nan... do you plan to retake the graduate entrance exam? So you’re preparing to study?"

The young girl’s gaze inadvertently glanced at the "Contemporary Educational Psychology" on Nan Zhubin’s desk, and the stack of other reference books piled at the corner of the table.

Nan Zhubin shook his head, then nodded: "Not taking consultations is mainly because, due to me, I’ve already begun to waste the school’s consultation resources. In this situation, it’s better for me to step away... But indeed, I am preparing for the graduate entrance exam, and it’s time to free up my schedule."

There’s nothing to hide: "I met the professor who appreciates me at the supervision conference the other day and was invited to pursue a master’s degree—was it that easy to see through?"

Xia Tian bit her lip: "After all, Mr. Nan is studying reference books for the psychology entrance exam..."

Let’s not ponder how Xia Tian, a law student, knows about the psychology entrance exam book list.

With a question in mind, Xia Tian thought for a while and directly asked: "Which school does Mr. Nan plan to attend? Beidu? Moderndu? You’re not going back to Jiang University, are you?"

"I’m planning to go to Beidu Normal University," Nan Zhubin replied.

Xia Tian blinked and said nothing further.

She slowly exited the office, and upon returning to the front desk, quickly opened a few files on her phone, skimming through the information at a glance.

Then, she dialed a number: "Hello, teacher? It’s me, Tiantian."

"Is the recommendation admission deadline for Political and Law University over yet, the one in Beidu?"

"I checked, and I meet all the application requirements... Haha, well yeah, there are more opportunities in big cities."

Hearing the conclusive answer from the other side, Xia Tian gleefully jumped.

After expressing her thanks several times, she hung up and then dialed another number: "Hello? Dad..."

Meanwhile, Nan Zhubin also picked up the phone and called back.

"Hello? Sister Pingting."

Nan Zhubin reverted back to the familiar term of address, instead of the slightly awkward "Master Sister."

Upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s voice, the person on the other end of the line began a series of inquiries.

"Oh, I was just sleeping," Nan Zhubin replied with straightforward confidence.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before responding: "Come back, there’s work to do."

"Okay."

...

Given the time to go out, Nan Zhubin was informed in advance.

And he had prepared for it ahead of time.

In the car, Nan Zhubin met his senior apprentice brother for the first time.

"Nice to meet you." This time, Chonghui, who was sitting in the spacious back seat, reached out to Nan Zhubin.

This hand was more than half as wide as Nan Zhubin’s.

Nan Zhubin carefully observed Chonghui. Even though the other person was sitting in a relatively spacious back seat position, there was a bit of a cramped feeling.

What a big guy, Nan Zhubin thought to himself.

"Hello, Senior Brother." While marveling inwardly, Nan Zhubin’s demeanor remained unchanged as he greeted Chonghui politely and naturally.

At the same time, his gaze quickly swept over the other’s face, not noticing anything negative.

Rather, there was a lot of curiosity.

"I’ve been curious about my junior brother for a long time." Chonghui examined Nan Zhubin up and down, then naturally stopped on his face, "Junior brother truly has... an eye-catching talent."

"Oh, not at all. It’s senior brother who’s enviably energetic." Nan Zhubin responded, "I heard you just arrived this morning?"

Chonghui nodded: "The flight landed in the morning; I packed my things at noon and came out to work with you in the afternoon."

His words were full of grievances.

Although the conversation was somewhat trivial, it was still a way to chat. For people meeting for the first time, it was considered a decent start.

However, Nan Zhubin also knew that during the subsequent period, this senior brother would definitely keep assessing him.

"Enough," Weng Pinting interrupted the chatter from her position in the driver’s seat.

"Dahui, your schedule is so tight didn’t you come just in time? I called you to come a week earlier."

"Let’s talk business."

Weng Pinting cleared her throat, and the two in the back seat immediately fell silent.

"We are going to do the first project now, which is the psychological assessment for students I mentioned before."

"I won’t be participating in this project; I’m handing it over entirely to the two of you. Contact me only if you encounter any issues you can’t resolve."

Nan Zhubin and Chonghui both nodded in agreement from the back seat. This was something they were informed of in advance and were aware of.

"Now I’ll take you to meet the liaison with the Health Commission, and he will take you to conduct home assessments for the students."

...

The liaison Weng Pinting mentioned was a man of medium build, looking about thirty to thirty-five years old, with a temperament that seemed beyond forty.

He had no intention of chatting much with Nan Zhubin and the others. After introducing himself and exchanging contact information, he began handling business matters.

"I’m Chang Ming." This was the liaison’s introduction.

"The students and their parents are waiting for you at home." This was what Chang Ming said to Nan Zhubin and the others upon reaching the destination.

In front of them was an apparently aged residential area, with dry climbing vines visible on the outside of the buildings, and marks of aging due to weather exposure.

It appeared to be a traditional old small community.

However, as a school district property, the houses here were not difficult to sell; most of the residents were families with students attending nearby schools.

"Creak~"

The entrance of the building was somewhat rusty, and there was no elevator inside.

Luckily, the highest floor of the building was only 8 stories. As everyone climbed up huffing and puffing, Nan Zhubin observed the surroundings, evaluating the living conditions, including the environment and neighbors, which might affect the student’s assessment and needed to be drafted in advance.

During this process, Nan Zhubin’s gaze inadvertently met Chonghui’s, and they realized they were both doing the same thing.

"Whew... we’re here," Chang Ming said, pointing to a door in front.

However, Nan Zhubin paused in surprise.

Because coming from behind the door Chang Ming pointed to, there were faint sounds of an argument.

"If I’m not mistaken," Nan Zhubin furrowed his brows, "The information says the student currently lives here with her mother."

Chang Ming nodded.

Nan Zhubin looked towards the door: "But there are two male voices inside."

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