Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

"The data processing in this research utilizes BERTopic topic modeling, and establishes a random forest warning model..."

Well, understanding this part is getting a bit difficult.

Academically speaking, Nan Zhubin’s knowledge accumulation is relatively weak after all.

Since that’s the case—

[Flow State·Intermediate], activate!

Nan Zhubin’s gaze instantly becomes focused.

...

While Nan Zhubin was trying his best to absorb the knowledge, Mo Kai next to him was struggling to keep up.

He had a solid foundation in business-related matters, and coupled with four years of dedicated undergraduate study, he was barely able to grasp the variables and experimental design that the senior with the bun talked about earlier.

But when it comes to data analysis and modeling, he was at a total loss.

"This senior is really impressive..."

"It’s the first team meeting, don’t push yourself. Maybe wait for the meal? Should I recommend a few restaurants to the teacher? Would it be inappropriate to rush to pay?"

Mo Kai was thinking chaotically.

But suddenly, he felt as if two hands grew behind him.

The hands passed through his back, touching his cervical spine, and suddenly gathered some elements representing his spirit inside his body, and lifted them sharply.

Mo Kai’s gaze involuntarily became focused.

The things that the senior on stage reported were still obscure and difficult to understand, but somehow at this moment, they seemed to automatically navigate into his brain.

What he could understand, he absorbed directly; what he half-understood, he tried to analyze based on the parts he could understand; what he couldn’t understand at all, he at least remembered the corresponding focal points to ask questions after the presentation.

Unconsciously, Mo Kai’s body started to lean forward, his neck stretched forward.

Putting on a posture as if wanting to get closer to knowledge.

...

"That’s the end of my opening report, I hope the teachers can kindly point out any mistakes."

The senior with the bun did a 60-degree bow as a formality to conclude the presentation.

Then she switched back to the team meeting mode: "These contents are my opening report, but now my data collection is complete, and the analysis is also finished."

"So I thought I would also briefly report the current progress and research results..."

The tone of the senior with the bun was somewhat hesitant. After all, it was the first team meeting, and there’s a dinner afterward.

Although today she primarily reported to Bai Qinghua, she hoped to get suggestions for her research from the teacher. But occupying everyone’s time in the research group like this was inevitably a bit concerning for her...

Phew—

Sss—

Just then, the fellow students, who had just breathed a sigh of relief because her opening report was over, inhaled again and resumed their focused poses.

Ah... Was her report really that captivating?

This wasn’t the first time the senior with the bun stood in this position to report, as she had already given several literature reviews during her first year of graduate school.

But back then, people weren’t as focused as they were today. Apart from responsible ones like Chonghui and Shi Qianqian, most others either zoned out halfway or started playing with their phones.

This reaction from the audience gave her great encouragement.

So she continued: "In the past two months, I’ve collected 523,417 conversation records between users and customer service as raw data from the company, and after screening for activity, included 9,231 stable users in the analysis..."

...

In the audience, only the person in the blue shirt listened with wide-eyed amazement.

Couldn’t understand, very impressive; couldn’t understand, but couldn’t resist wanting to keep listening even though they didn’t understand...

...

Bai Qinghua looked at the focused students in the audience and nodded with satisfaction.

Even though they couldn’t understand, they put on a posture of listening attentively to encourage the reporting senior.

"With such harmonious relations within the group, it looks like I’ll have a much easier time in the coming year."

"It’s just that Xiaowan’s data analysis methods are indeed quite unconventional. They probably can’t identify any problems. I’ll liven things up a bit later, then find a few problems for Xiaowan myself."

Bai Qinghua was thinking this.

"That’s the summary of my experiment during this time. I wonder if senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, or junior sisters have any questions..."

Before she finished speaking.

In the next second, swish, swish, swish—

In the office, hands shot up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

"You screened for more than 9,000 effective users, right? Did you consider the heterogeneity among users?" asked Chonghui.

"BERTopic is quite sensitive when distributing data; different parameters can lead to significant differences in the number and content of topics. How did you address this issue?" said Shi Qianqian.

Even Mo Kai raised his hand: "Over two months, would the e-commerce platform undergo system updates? Would this interfere with the experimental effects? Also, I don’t quite understand the data analysis part on page 14 of the PPT. Could the senior sister go back and explain it?"

The senior with the bun blinked, then a blush appeared on her face.

Bai Qinghua also blinked, then exhaled a long breath, relaxing his body.

His eyes occasionally glanced towards his small office. Thinking about the next few years of work life, he couldn’t help but hum lightly in his heart.

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After the team meeting ended, everyone couldn’t help but find—they were unusually hungry.

At the same time, there was an unusual sense of fatigue; they had only listened to a report, but everyone felt their consumption was akin to taking a final exam.

Fortunately, after that came a pleasant dinner, where everyone ate particularly much.

After this team meeting, the research group had no more collective activities, and everyone dispersed to complete their own study tasks and project work.

Nan Zhubin’s life also began to formally settle down.

With the semester about to start, his class schedule had not yet come out, so he didn’t dare rashly book next week’s consultation in case it conflicted with the course schedule.

In this situation, he was taken away by Chonghui.

At this moment, Nan Zhubin stood barefoot on a mat, beneath him was a spot polished bright by sweat and friction.

To his left stood a man half a head shorter than him, with a thick neck and slightly hard and swollen ears.

He had well-developed muscles, with a standard inverted triangle physique.

Of course, compared to the wall-like build of Chonghui beside him, these muscles seemed relatively unimpressive.

However, whether it was the man with tough ears or Chonghui, at this moment they were red-faced and neck-strained, jumping up and down, extremely excited.

"Shrimp your way out, oops, no, bridge up, use strength! Push your butt up!"

"Press down on him, take the back, press your whole body down!"

This place was the Judo Hall.

In front of Nan Zhubin, a scene of sweaty men-on-top-of-men action was unfolding.

Since finding out that Nan Zhubin had once again started consulting only ten times a month, Chonghui felt relieved that his junior finally understood how to take a break and relax his brain.

After all, the way Nan Zhubin went crazy with consultations was truly frightening.

However, on the other hand, as a senior, Chonghui felt an obligation to take care of his junior.

So he brought Nan Zhubin here.

"Training your body a bit, so you can better handle various special situations." Speaking these words, Chonghui felt a bit uneasy, "Our work indeed has too much uncertainty."

And within the scope of "our work," the specific "work of Nan Zhubin" had even more uncertainty.

"In the current legal society, things like boxing or taekwondo often bring us trouble."

"But judo is different, it’s primarily about submission, there’s usually room for maneuver."

From the first time Chonghui brought Nan Zhubin to the Judo Hall, quite some time had passed.

In front of him, accompanied by a big guy finally able to entangle like an octopus on another big guy’s back, locking a rear naked choke.

Clap clap clap—

With the rapid sound of slapping the ground, the two finally separated.

Chonghui finally exhaled, turning to ask Nan Zhubin: "School’s starting soon, I guess you won’t have much time to come here to train, you’ll be having consultations during your spare time, right?"

"Any plans for the new semester?"