Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 381 - 374 The Same Feeling

Nan Zhubin encouraged this, of course: "Of course you can—it’s even okay to temporarily erase the score."

The student appeared relieved.

"Oh, right." Nan Zhubin suddenly turned to look at Lin Junkai, "We were using a 1-5 rating scale just now, and Junkai, you gave yourself a score of 0."

Lin Junkai blinked.

Nan Zhubin shifted his tone: "Of course, that’s also fine, perhaps even better. My rules are just a framework for everyone, but I’m more eager to see what creative ideas other students might have. Break through this framework to bring fresher, more meaningful results to our group counseling."

This was the third humorous moment from Nan Zhubin in this session of group counseling, and quite a few students laughed out loud.

Compared to when the experiment video was shown and when Wang Rui was discussed, the atmosphere was now completely lively.

Students continued from the back—

"I gave myself a score of 1 as the ’Prison Guard’ and 4 as the ’Prisoner.’ Because I disliked being the Guard more, whereas being the Prisoner felt... like there was no psychological pressure. But now I feel, without changing the scores, I have a new idea, which is that I don’t ’dislike’ being the Guard anymore, but I ’demand’ of myself not to take on the role of the Guard anymore."

"Transforming from experiencing an emotion to actively demanding of oneself is very good!" Nan Zhubin immediately gave Positive Attention to this.

"I gave myself a score of 3 as the ’Prison Guard’ and also 3 as the ’Prisoner.’ My thinking hasn’t changed much; I just thought that instead of disliking this and not engaging, maybe selectively participating might help those I want to help. So, I gave myself a middle rating."

"Very good, we have another new idea, a new train of thought!" In a certain sense, it was a more creative idea, but Nan Zhubin felt that focusing too positively on this idea might impact other students, so kept a more neutral focus.

This round of students transitioned quickly.

Soon, only Zhang Zihao, Lei Haoyi, and Lei Haoyi were left.

This time, Lei Haoyi moved his fingers, as if ready to speak first.

"Let me go next."

Zhang Zihao suddenly said.

Lei Haoyi blinked, muttered a couple of words, and sat back down.

"I didn’t give myself a score."

Zhang Zihao swallowed hard, one side of his mouth curled up, showing a seemingly confident smile.

He looked directly into Nan Zhubin’s eyes, as if expecting some kind of reaction.

"Why?" That was Nan Zhubin’s response.

Zhang Zihao took a deep breath: "I’ve said before, the volunteers in this experiment are foolish. The guards are foolish, the prisoners are foolish, and the professor is foolish."

"I think the scenario you gave us doesn’t hold up, as if we’re playing house. You yourself said this experiment has been banned, criticized by media and peers for years, how could we possibly participate in it?"

"And even if such an experiment still existed and I happened to encounter it, I wouldn’t have the leisure to participate. So, this whole ’what if you were a guard’ or ’what if you were a prisoner’ scenario you mentioned doesn’t hold."

"That’s why I didn’t give a score."

He said a long, lengthy piece in one breath.

Expressed his inner thoughts so thoroughly.

His eyes still fixed on Nan Zhubin, hoping for some reaction.

Nan Zhubin’s reaction was—

"Okay, this is an answer that considers things from a more realistic perspective, a first in our group counseling."

"It’s also a brand new angle of thought, very creative."

Zhang Zihao’s expression suddenly froze.

He blinked, swallowed, unknowingly rubbed his hands against his pants.

Like throwing a punch with all his might, only to hit the soft, cushiony Baymax from ’Big Hero 6.’

"However, your ’not giving a score’ is, in a way, also ’giving a score,’" Nan Zhubin added, "Can I view your ’not giving a score’ as your final ’score’?"

This remark carried significant weight.

Originally, Zhang Zihao’s "not wanting to give a score" implied "I don’t want to participate in your activity."

But Nan Zhubin’s alternate interpretation still counted Zhang Zihao as part of the activity, even treating his rebellious, aggressive statements as contributing to the activity.

Such a combination of acknowledging and diffusing left Zhang Zihao at a loss. He pursed his lips, feigning indifference with a simple: "Whatever, that’s fine."

This response was also crucial, even if it was a passive one.

At this point, Zhang Zihao had truly become part of the group and started feeling the group dynamic.

Nan Zhubin showed a satisfied smile.

So far in the group counseling, all the students like Lin Junkai who felt inner guilt and anxiety had already achieved growth.

What remained was students like Zhang Zihao with cognitive distortions.

In fact, the group counseling was nearing its end, ready to wrap up.

But the influence on Zhang Zihao was about to begin from this stage onwards.

Using the power of those students who had already grown to impact Zhang Zihao.

A force most fierce and uncompromising!

...

After saying, "Whatever, that’s fine," Zhang Zihao initially felt no change.

Once he took his seat, his two companions also stood up one by one.

They actually gave their scores and shared their inner thoughts.

Completely different from himself.

Zhang Zihao scoffed dismissively, but suddenly felt something around him was different.

As if the shell that had been covering him was broken, exposing previously hidden senses, now sharpened.

Zhang Zihao suddenly felt numerous familiar yet unfamiliar gazes focused on him.

Classmates glanced at each other, but their eyes seemed to occasionally scan over him; Lin Junkai tilted his head to look at Mr. Nan, but his attention seemed centered on himself.

Clearly seated at the edge of the group, Zhang Zihao felt as if he stood right in the center of the circle of students.

Drawing everyone’s gaze and judgment.

Why did it feel this way?

Was it because he had just voiced a different opinion than everyone else?

Was it because his two companions had suddenly become actively cooperative?

Or was it because Coach Wang was no longer present?

[Wait... why does the way they look at me now resemble how they looked at Xu Pengcheng back then?]

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