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Chapter 467 - 458

Chapter 467: Chapter 458

Nan Zhubin began to observe the other person closely.

The visitor was male, in his early twenties, with a familiar clarity in his eyes. Nan Zhubin guessed he was a senior university student, or possibly a recent graduate or a graduate student.

Of medium build, fairly solid, round-faced, wearing black-framed glasses. He was wearing a sun-protective jacket over a regular short-sleeve shirt, and shorts on the lower half.

"Hello, teacher." Upon seeing Nan Zhubin, the visitor nodded vigorously, slightly inclining his upper body in a gesture resembling a bow.

Hmm, he probably is a student, the type that doesn’t have a job.

"Hello, please sit." Nan Zhubin gestured with his palm facing up towards the sofa, "My surname is Nan, you can call me Teacher Nan."

The visitor’s movements were somewhat stiff, as if he felt a bit "dazed," as the saying goes.

"Hello, teacher, my name is Yu Qi." After settling on the two-person sofa, the first thing he said was, "Teacher, I’ve had depression for four years."

Nan Zhubin adjusted his expression, slightly fading the smile on his face, involuntarily sitting up with a more proper posture.

First, investigate the past medical history: "How was it diagnosed?"

The visitor took a deep breath: "There was a period when I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t sleep well, felt lethargic in everything, so I went to see a doctor. The doctor did some examinations and prescribed me medication."

Nan Zhubin asked meticulously: "What kind of examinations?"

"Just filling out some forms and stuff."

Nan Zhubin inquired further: "Were there any other physiological examinations?"

The visitor was taken aback: "Are they needed?"

Nan Zhubin smiled, shifting the direction: "How do you usually take the medication?"

The visitor shook his head: "I worry those medications might be harmful to my body, so I barely dared to take them... but I indeed have prescriptions, you can see for yourself, teacher."

As he spoke, the visitor took out his phone, found a picture, and placed it in front of Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin glanced at the photo, then scanned the visitor’s expression.

Before Nan Zhubin could cue the process, the visitor quickly followed up: "I came for counseling today also because recently my depression has been acting up again, so I hope the teacher can help me figure out how to resolve my issues."

Nan Zhubin nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay."

Then he stretched out his hand, indicating the visitor to start telling his story.

The visitor pursed his lips:

"In the beginning, it was because I joined a club during college. I didn’t have much interaction with any of the girls in the club, but suddenly, in the second semester of my sophomore year, someone accused me of harassing her."

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow: "’Her’?"

Meaning he wanted to know the girl’s name.

The visitor just nodded: "I don’t even know who it is; it must be her vanity, slandering me."

Nan Zhubin’s body relaxed a bit, leaning back, with his forefinger upright in front of his lips.

The visitor continued: "Then some of the guys in our class, like Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang, whose family backgrounds and intelligence are far inferior to mine, used the harassment allegations to mock me."

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, showing a bit of expression.

"If the harassment incident involved someone else, maybe Yang Shihua would just say a few words privately, and that would be it." The visitor wrinkled his nose, "But Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang wanted to use this incident to vent their long-standing jealousy towards science students and a Shanghai person like me—Zhen Xiang got a C in physics entrance exam, failing even the advanced math retake before graduation."

The visitor fixed his gaze on Nan Zhubin’s face, unsure whether he was looking at Nan Zhubin’s eyes or some other part of his face.

"So Yang Shihua posted announcements about it in the club, even wrote about it in a memoir and uploaded it to the group files, he even reported it to the university where I’m pursuing my master’s..."

The information was vast, and the logic a bit chaotic.

Nan Zhubin gestured, making a sorting gesture, and asked:

"This ’Yang Shihua’ and ’Zhen Xiang’ are—"

"Both my roommates; Yang Shihua was also the president of that club at the time." The visitor answered.

Nan Zhubin nodded to signify understanding and added, "Are you now pursuing a master’s degree?"

The visitor nodded.

Nan Zhubin felt he was about to witness the biodiversity of graduate students once again today.

The visitor continued telling his story, gritting his teeth: "Initially, Yang Shihua and I got along well, but after I had been slandered for a year, he suddenly wrote a memoir in his chat group, mentioning this incident."

"He used some exaggerated and disgusting terms, claiming I ’constantly harassed the girls in the club.’ In fact, it wasn’t even harassment, and he said ’constantly,’ which is really malicious!"

The visitor frowned: "He intended to harm me from the start."

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, finding many unusual points in this narrative as well.

However, the visitor seemed quite talkative at the moment, and it didn’t seem convenient or necessary to interrupt.

Nan Zhubin continued listening.

"Though Yang Shihua didn’t exploit this matter to insult me like Zhen Xiang did, he always had a habit he couldn’t shake: he loved making me a public spectacle—writing that memoir proves it!"

The visitor pouted hard, making a pitiful expression, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Yang Shihua and Zhen Xiang both accused me of harassing girls, and their persistence wasn’t coincidental. It was inevitable as they were like-minded, because they both have low intelligence, never passing the advanced math make-up exams."

"Praising each other is just praising themselves. Using the harassment issue to belittle me is indirectly elevating themselves. Zhen Xiang scored a C in the physics entrance exam, performed exceptionally in the college entrance exam, ended up being my roommate. Yet, he still couldn’t pass the advanced math make-up exam before graduation; what does it indicate? A poor student remains a poor student, failing is still failing."

Nan Zhubin sorted through the information—was something from this passage stated before?

The visitor’s speech pace quickened: "Zhen Xiang enjoyed calling me ’Yu the silly,’ ’Yu the leper,’ ’Yu the sissy,’ ’Leper B...,’ especially liked using words like leper, and harassment to insult me, said it countless times throughout college. I don’t know what grave mistake I made for him to hold such a grudge, immediately hurling insults whenever he saw me."

"I’m sure Zhen Xiang isn’t sympathetic to the girls; he just wants to use the ’alleged harassment’ incident to belittle me. He scored a C in his Physics exam, excelled in the entrance exam to get into our university, yet failed the advanced math make-up exams before graduating."

Nan Zhubin blinked, confirming that he wasn’t under attack by the Golden Experience Requiem, but rather the visitor repeating a segment again.

The visitor pouted forcefully: "I scored A+ in Physics, only getting into this university due to underperformance from an injury before the exam. Zhen Xiang harbors jealousy towards me. If he genuinely disapproved of the issue itself, he wouldn’t have turned to personal attacks on me. Now that our university abolished the harmful entrance exam policy, opting for the national exam. If on the national exam, Zhen Xiang could only enter a vocational school, while I could attend a top-tier university!"

At this point, the visitor’s voice suddenly rose, and he began to pant.

Nan Zhubin pondered, attempting to steer the consultation: "It seems the incident originated from an issue of communication between you and another girl in the club?"

Nan Zhubin earnestly softened his phrasing.

"Could you elaborate on that matter?"