Chapter 1107 - 827: Offline Consultation Moves Online

For Nan Zhubin, since both Bai Qinghua and Weng Pinting have already arrived, theoretically, there really isn’t much for him to do here.

Whether it’s academics or consultancy work, these are the areas he needs to focus his energy on right now.

"Good morning, Zhuren!"

When Nan Zhubin drove up to find a parking space at Jingwei, it just so happened that the overly familiar senior also arrived by taxi with three other master’s interns.

The overly familiar senior was already aware of Nan Zhubin’s current car, reacting rather nonchalantly. However, the other interns who weren’t as acquainted with Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but gape.

After all, Nan Zhubin’s features already possessed enough impact, though it was somewhat restrained; adding an eye-catching car made his charm all the more pronounced.

Female students, who originally wanted to greet Nan Zhubin, now hesitated.

"Good morning." Nan Zhubin, unfazed, smiled and responded to the overly familiar senior.

Since they ran into each other, the five of them gathered together, but as they reached the elevator entrance, the four others, except for Nan Zhubin, paused involuntarily.

"Oh, you’re all early." Director He was unexpectedly at the elevator entrance.

Encountering a manager at work is a feeling all employees understand.

Only Nan Zhubin was unfazed, stepping up to the elevator entrance to stand alongside Director He. The overly familiar senior and others had no choice but to follow: "Yes, good morning Teacher He..."

"Hmm." Director He nodded.

The six of them fell into silence, watching as the elevator slowly descended from the 3rd floor. Clearly, Director He had just arrived and pressed the elevator button.

"You’ve been here quite a while, haven’t you?" Director He suddenly asked.

"Ah, yes, yes," the overly familiar senior replied, "almost two months now."

A question, an answer, and once again silence ensued. The elevator reached the 2nd floor.

"Have you adapted to working here?" Director He asked again.

"Yes, yes, we’re adapting well." The overly familiar senior responded again.

Another question and answer, and once again silence fell. The elevator arrived at the 3rd floor.

"Hmm, I’ve always been supportive of students from your school coming for internships. Even though you’re still students, you work much more actively than those seasoned consultants, and your attitude is good."

Director He finally said something relatively long.

Unexpectedly, this compliment left the overly familiar senior temporarily unsure how to respond. Students always felt embarrassed by such praise.

Fortunately, the elevator "dinged" and arrived. Director He stepped in first, followed by Nan Zhubin. The overly familiar senior naturally waited for all classmates to enter before settling near the floor buttons and pressing the destination.

Buzz—

The atmosphere in the narrow space seemed even a bit more tense than before.

Director He silently watched the floor numbers change, her gaze unwavering.

"I’ll be in outpatient clinic this morning; feel free to come and listen if you have time." She suddenly broke the silence again.

"Ah... okay, okay." The overly familiar senior reflexively replied.

It was also at this moment that the elevator arrived, and the door opened.

As they watched Director He walk out first, the elevator filled with the sound of collective sighs of relief.

Director He maintained a gentle and standard smile, greeting everyone she passed on the way before entering her consultation office and shutting the door behind her with a "bang".

"Whew—"

Her expression suddenly relaxed, and she tossed her handbag far away, patting her face as she sat down.

She leisurely brewed a pot of tea for herself, inhaling the fragrant steam rising from it, ready to organize her schedule for the day again.

Buzz—buzz—

"Director, what’s the matter?"

"I’m in an outpatient clinic this morning, it’s inconvenient, and not easy to adjust."

"Yes, I have patients."

If Director He had shown this face when dealing with students earlier, the overly familiar senior might not have had the courage to respond.

"Okay, I’ll come see you after my clinic ends around noon."

After hanging up, Director He’s brows furrowed slightly.

...

After leaving the elevator, Nan Zhubin found his consultation room for the day.

He brewed himself a cup of coffee with a capsule machine, sipping it slowly while organizing his schedule on the online system for today’s visitors.

Buzz—buzz—

It was his work phone. Glancing at the caller ID, the name [Jie Nianzhou] appeared.

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow.

"Hello?"

"Teacher Nan... it’s me, Jie Nianzhou."

The voice coming through the receiver was thinner than it usually sounded in the consultation room.

According to the usual schedule, Jie Nianzhou’s session was the second one in the morning. Receiving a call at this time always carried a sense of foreboding.

But Nan Zhubin didn’t voice his suspicions, simply asking an open-ended question.

"Hmm, is there something wrong?"

As expected, Jie Nianzhou replied, "I want to cancel today’s consultation."

Nan Zhubin’s expression didn’t change, and his tone remained as steady as before: "Alright."

After saying that, Nan Zhubin paused, listening intently.

From the phone receiver, he could sense the heavy breathing from the other end, accompanied by a long silence.

The other party didn’t respond to Nan Zhubin’s straightforward attitude.

Nan Zhubin had a rough idea in his mind.

"If it’s convenient, could you tell me the reason for cancellation? I need to make a record here," Nan Zhubin said with a smile, as if it was just a necessary procedure, "because theoretically, you are canceling a bit late now, the consultation fee won’t be refunded even if you don’t show up."

"But I can try to communicate with the office, so we need to follow some necessary procedures..."