Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

——Bang!

When Bi Yanling left the office, the sound of the door closing was particularly loud.

Bai Qinghua completely disregarded it. Perhaps because he’d spent too much time in the gaming room, he didn’t return immediately but paced back and forth inside the office, stretching his body, while gazing out the window into the distance.

Who knows what he was thinking.

The students in the office cast admiring glances towards their mentor.

The freshmen were fine, but the older students knew that for university teachers, maintaining colleague relationships is more important than teacher-student ones.

If it were someone else facing Bi Yanling’s request, their batch of students might have had to organize an after-nine lab schedule.

Bai Qinghua basked in these admiring looks, hence continued pacing around the office.

"Teacher." Shi Qianqian filled Bai Qinghua’s kettle, respectfully handing it to him.

He happily accepted it and took a sip, finding the temperature perfect. It had been specially adjusted with boiling and warm water.

This made Bai Qinghua feel even more appreciated.

"Qian Qian, don’t worry about today’s matter. The process for borrowing the lab is fixed, and if other teachers come by in the future, just call me."

"Okay, Teacher," Shi Qianqian responded softly.

"Dahui has been handling such situations quite well, but unfortunately he’s not here." Bai Qinghua took a sip of water, shielding his view, "However, you can communicate more with Pingting; she’s the best at handling these situations."

"Hmm." Shi Qianqian nodded without further comments.

"Pingting was very skilled back then, you can consult her more on these matters."

"Hmm."

"When you usually contact Pingting... uh, you can talk more about it."

"Okay, Teacher."

Bai Qinghua took one sip, two sips, three sips.

Shi Qianqian simply watched Bai Qinghua.

"Cough, cough." Finally, after drinking half of the water kettle in one go, Bai Qinghua looked up, "Have you been in contact with Pingting a lot recently?"

Shi Qianqian didn’t speak, just blinked.

"...How has she been outside recently, is work going smoothly?"

"..." Shi Qianqian did not answer.

"Did she mention when she might come back?"

"..." Shi Qianqian simply watched Bai Qinghua.

In the silence, Bai Qinghua suddenly felt the warm water in the cup seemed to have a trend of becoming hot, while a feeling of fleeting time and cherishing happiness surged into his heart.

He immediately dashed back to his gaming room, shut the door, locked it, all in one go.

Watching Shi Qianqian shrug her shoulders and calmly sit back at her workstation, other students in the office had to exert a great effort to keep their smiles in check.

"Cough, cough... Senior Sister, Senior Sister." Mo Kai coughed twice, intending to redirect attention back to serious matters.

"What’s up?"

"That was Teacher Bi just now, right, Teacher Bi Yanling?"

"Yes, you haven’t taken her class?"

"No... It seemed she was teaching an elective when I was an undergrad, and I didn’t pick it." Mo Kai replied, "What I mean is, what’s the relationship between our group and her research group?"

Mo Kai extended two fists, making a gesture as if they wrapped around each other but never collided, ending with an open palm, indicating uncertainty.

Though silent, Shi Qianqian naturally understood the meaning.

After organizing her words, Shi Qianqian said, "We don’t overlap much, after all, Teacher Bi is new here, and we have no academic conflicts with her husband..."

Mo Kai’s eyes lit up: "Her husband is also in our faculty?"

He sensed there might be some gossip.

Shi Qianqian nodded: "Yes."

"In short..." Shi Qianqian brought the topic back, "Our interactions mainly include borrowing research equipment or the like. Some students in their group are nice, so privately we just handle things as we usually do. But—"

"—If matters escalate to a group level, we deal with it formally." Shi Qianqian affirmed.

In the graduate phase, daily life was no longer just about "hiding in studies." They utilized the platform and resources of the research group to conduct research and enrich their academic resumes.

Naturally, they also had corresponding responsibilities of maintaining the sect.

Relating to the recent exchange between Shi Qianqian and Jie Nianzhou, the group roughly understood and nodded in unison.

The remaining time over the weekend passed in an uneventful study session.

Nan Zhubin progressed rapidly, and by Sunday evening, he had essentially adapted to the format of writing English literature. As long as he understood the corresponding terminologies in the article, he could read it fluently.

Of course, he still struggled with the tedious experimental and data analysis processes; this was something unavoidable even with Chinese literature.

"Take your time." Shi Qianqian comforted him, "Once you read more literature, you’ll be able to eliminate inefficient information and focus on the essence. At that time, your efficiency in reading articles will be several times, even ten times what it is now!"

Nan Zhubin smiled.

Before responding, his phone vibrated.

Upon checking, it was the doctor in charge of visitor allocation from the mental health center.

The information was regarding Jie Nianzhou. On Saturday morning, Nan Zhubin sent a message hoping to transfer this visitor, and it was only Sunday evening—now—that he received a reply.

And the reply was: [Sorry].

[Teacher Nan, I sent the medical records of that visitor and your previous consultation feedback form to our therapists and counseling teachers.]

[But after reviewing it, our counselors felt this situation wouldn’t be alleviated well through consultations and thought medication treatment should be prioritized; the therapist was willing to try, but they have many old patients at hand, so if your visitor wants to see them, they’ll have to try booking themselves online.]