Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 401 - 394 Together

The entire Mindfulness-Based Raisin Exercise probably took less than twenty minutes.

At this point, you could directly end the mindfulness practice, or even conclude the entire counseling session.

Of course, you could also chat with the visitor for a while longer to explore what they gained from this mindfulness training.

But upon hearing Xu Pengcheng’s stomach rumbling once again.

And noticing the discomfort in the other person, who seemed restless but was trying to remain polite, pressing himself onto the sofa.

Nan Zhubin decided to cut to the chase; if it’s time to end, just end it.

After all, the key issues have been resolved this time, and there will be many more mindfulness trainings to come, no rush at the moment.

The gains have already been obtained, and the remaining summary and growth in awareness can be left to the visitor to slowly experience at home as homework.

However, a basic closing statement must still be connected.

"How do you feel now?" Nan Zhubin smiled.

His voice volume increased again, and his speech rate quickened with pauses, bringing a fresh clarity that pierced through confusion.

Xu Pengcheng was somewhat dazed.

He rubbed his eyes thoughtfully, surprised to find them filled with tears.

Can a raisin taste this good?

Good enough to make someone cry?

"I don’t even know how to describe it, teacher..."

Nan Zhubin chuckled, "No worries. Perhaps this is a sign that you’ve already gained a lot from the training just now. There’s so much to take in that it’s hard to process immediately."

"The key point now is for you to remember this feeling and properly summarize it. When we meet for our next session, we’ll do a simple review—consider it after-class homework; you have a week to complete it."

Xu Pengcheng nodded quickly and slightly.

"What we did today is the most basic mindfulness training. But in our daily eating habits, we can also apply mindfulness techniques."

Nan Zhubin advised, "The key is to eat slowly and attentively. For you now, remember to eat small amounts and multiple times."

"The trick is to feel the food before eating—there might not be steps for listening or touching, but you should seriously look, smell, and feel."

"Chewing should be slow; pause for ten seconds before swallowing."

Nan Zhubin described the mindfulness steps as practically as possible, "The focus isn’t on eating, but on feeling the ’process of eating,’ establishing a new connection with the food."

As he spoke, he took out an A4 paper and a pen, placing them in front of Xu Pengcheng.

"You can write down the specific steps and practice them multiple times in the following week."

"When we meet next week, I hope you can share a few mindfulness experiences with me—that’s our second homework task."

...

When previous counseling sessions ended, students always looked dazed and reluctant to leave.

They turned back frequently.

Some students even lingered for a moment at the consulting room door, appearing to have discovered a new world.

Today, when Xu Pengcheng left, he also had an expression of "the world feels strange" on his face.

But his steps were hurried.

By the time Nan Zhubin stepped out, Xu Pengcheng was nowhere to be seen.

In front of him stood Teacher Xiao Zhao, staring blankly at a torn-open bag of raisins.

Nan Zhubin didn’t have the habit of snacking, but Teacher Xiao Zhao did.

Considering the work pressure she used to have, not storing snacks would be unusual.

It’s said that if Nan Zhubin had come a year or two earlier, he might have spotted a Teacher Xiao Zhao suffering from bulimia.

Her past life and work situation almost satisfied all the prerequisites.

"Ah, Teacher Nan, you’re out."

The thoughtful Teacher Xiao Zhao woke up from her thoughts upon seeing Nan Zhubin, "You just took raisins and left without saying a word—not even taking more than one."

Teacher Xiao Zhao made an inquisitive face, "Were you doing mindfulness?"

Professional insight hits the mark instantly.

Nan Zhubin nodded and approached Teacher Xiao Zhao’s desk, pointing to an open drawer.

"Lucky your place has a variety, and there are indeed raisins—if it were hawthorn rolls or chocolates, that would’ve been tricky."

Teacher Xiao Zhao has a whole drawer of snacks, but choosing food for mindfulness training is a matter of care.

At the very least, it shouldn’t be sticky or have splattering juices.

These can cause disruptions during the sensory dissociation process.

Teacher Xiao Zhao showed a nostalgic expression, "In university, our teacher also taught us mindfulness. Coincidentally, a classmate had brought two slices of toast, so the whole class shared those slices, each person got a small bite."

"Until graduation, toast remained the class’s favorite food," Teacher Xiao Zhao laughed.

Then she showed an expectant expression, "Teacher Nan, I’ve only attended one mindfulness experience class, never received systematic training—could you teach me?"

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, "You want to learn?"

"Yes." Teacher Xiao Zhao nodded, her smile tinged with anticipation, "Mindfulness is useful for alleviating anxiety, isn’t it? I think the students would very much need it..."

Does Nan Zhubin have any reason to refuse this?

Certainly not.

"Alright, let’s take a break and get ready to start," Nan Zhubin also smiled.

Then, Nan Zhubin showed a bit of concern, "I wonder how much Xu Pengcheng can gain this time..."

...

Xu Pengcheng stood at the entrance of the convenience store, one hand pressed against his stomach.

It’s not yet lunchtime in high school, so naturally, the cafeteria isn’t open. Even if it were, there’s no food.

But the convenience store is always open, and students who run fast can refuel with food during breaks.

However, Xu Pengcheng was a bit distressed at the moment.

When he just left the counseling room, he was hungry and impatient.

But standing at the convenience store entrance, looking at the food, he felt tense.

No sense of rejection, no urge to vomit.

But, also no strong desire to eat.

"Small amounts many times, slow eating, feel the food." Xu Pengcheng softly repeated the mindfulness tips taught by Nan Zhubin.

Just as he was about to make up his mind to enter the convenience store, his whole body suddenly froze.

"Junkai? Mingchen?"

The familiar figures in the convenience store.

And credit to Lin Junkai for bringing the immobile Li Mingchen out during such a short interval; and Li Mingchen actually came.

Xu Pengcheng suddenly felt a twinge of guilty conscience like a caught thief, turning to leave.

"... Pengcheng?"

The call stopped Xu Pengcheng, who was about to leave, and he slowly turned around.

Lin Junkai’s expression was somewhat conflicted; he hadn’t chatted privately with Xu Pengcheng for a long time, and this small gesture seemed to require a lot of courage.

But he still said, "You’re here to find something to eat... What do you want? My treat?"

Xu Pengcheng was stunned, looking at Lin Junkai’s reaction, and suddenly remembered what Nan Zhubin had said earlier.

"I imagine they would also hope you understand them, want to earn your friendship, and feel guilty for causing you trouble."

He subconsciously nodded.

Then he saw Li Mingchen’s expression.

In the face of this immobile classmate, he saw himself in similar conflict — "hungry but no desire to eat."

He bowed his head in thought, and with some courage, said, "Alright... Shall we eat together?"

"I just returned from Teacher Nan’s, learned something interesting..."

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