Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Tang Chong stared at him with a dumbfounded expression, thinking: Can it be like this?

  Is this... the top student who will be entering the psychology department?

  At that moment, Tang Zhong had an urge to turn around and leave.

  Even if I don't want to leave Nandu University, this old prestigious school in Huaxia country, I have to think of a way to switch to another department first-----Chinese, business administration, art, architecture, even going to study archaeology is okay. It's just that I can't study psychology.

  How misleading!

  The "master of psychology" opposite him apparently did not pry into Tang Chong's mood and the tangled thoughts in his mind, but instead enthusiastically stretched out his hand and said: "Classmate, I guess I'm right, huh?"

  "It's alright, I guess." Tang Zhong didn't know how to respond to this high-difficulty question and could only perfunctorily reply.

  He stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, and a thick layer of sticky liquid stuck to the palm of his hand. It was unclear whether it was sweat from the heat or saliva that he had not wiped clean after wiping the corner of his mouth earlier.

  "This is the magical psychology." The 'psychology master' didn't forget to boast about the greatness and uniqueness of their department in front of Tang Chong, this 'young bird'. "Fellow students, it's not that I'm bragging. Our psychology is a science closely related to human happiness. As long as you study in our department for a few years, after graduation, you'll be able to navigate social situations with ease and become the center of attention. You'll be able to complete work efficiently, becoming your supervisor's trusted subordinate, and make your career take off. You'll be able to continuously improve yourself in ordinary and lonely times, step by step, embracing ultimate success ----- and even, you can use psychology to pick up girls."

  "Think about it, you like a girl, and you can understand her personality and thoughts based on her every move, every word, even the clothes she wears, a new haircut... then you tailor your approach accordingly - what kind of chick can't you pick up? What kind of guy is qualified to be your opponent? Classmate, you're a BUG existence!"

  "The Master of Psychology" pointed at his own slightly deformed face and asked seriously, "Don't you think I'm different from others?"

  Seeing him being serious, Tang Zhong nodded with an even more serious expression.

  "This guy is more than just unique, he's a performing genius!" Tang Zhong thought to himself. "If he were to play the role of Tang Xin, he would definitely be much better than me."

  "Not bad. This is the charm of psychology." The 'psychology master' said excitedly. "Look at my face, I'm not a particularly handsome guy, nor am I especially eye-catching in a crowd-----if I hadn't used the professional knowledge I learned in class to figure out that you're a loser, would you have made a deep impression on me?"

  Tang Chong shook his head.

  "That's what I'm saying." The 'psychology master' patted Tang Zhong's arm and said, "Classmate, work hard. One day, you can be like me too."

  "I'll try my best." Tang Zhong felt that the muscles on his face might be twitching, because he thought he wasn't speaking very fluently.

  The psychology master was very satisfied with Tang Chong's attitude, and only then did he open the admission letter to take a look. "You're Tang Chong? - Tang Chong, I'll first help you register in the report book, then take you to the school finance office to pay the fees. After that, I'll send you to the dormitory management center to get your room number and arrange everything for you. Later, a student counselor will contact you."

  "Thank you." Tang Zhong said gratefully. This time it was a sincere thank you, because he knew that these seniors who were one or two years older than him were helping with good intentions, and the school would not give them any monetary subsidies or special benefits.

  And every year's welcoming work is a very hard and tiring task, in order to let those new students who just entered the university feel the warmth of spring and the loss of leaving their hometown and parents, some senior students even have to help students carry luggage, hug suitcases, and climb stairs with big bags.

  What? You've never been treated like this before?

  Come on, seniors only help junior sisters carry bags. Which senior would be silly enough to carry bags for a junior brother?

  Students need to pay fees at the school's financial office, so when Tang Chong and 'Master' rushed over, a long queue had already formed.

  Nan Da also knew that today was 'Financial Resources Advancement Day', and cooperated with the local Industrial and Commercial Bank, which directly dispatched more than 20 staff members to assist. More than a dozen payment windows were set up.

  In this way, even if the team is very long, the work progress is still very fast.

  Of course, taking money is always easier than giving it out.

  The man standing in front of Tang Zhong was one of the personal guards of the foreign doll student from earlier, and Tang Zhong didn't have the heart to chat with him, instead chatting happily with 'Master'.

  "I see other departments are bustling with activity, why is our department so quiet? Everyone has already reported for duty?"

  "Of course. How many people are recruited by other departments? Our department only recruits a few people?" The 'master' stood beside Tang Chong and slowly moved forward with him. "Take the Department of Economic Management, for example. They have to divide into several majors, and the total number of students they can recruit is up to 3,000. What about our department? Last year we only recruited 60 people. In total, we only divided into two classes."

  "How many people will be recruited this year?" Tang Chong asked.

  "This year we're recruiting 120 people," said the Master. "It's said that each class has 40 people, divided into three classes. The number of new students has doubled. It's already a super-large scale expansion."

  "Don't underestimate our department. Our department has produced many talents." The 'master' was worried that Tang Zhong thought the psychology department was too small, so he hurriedly explained, "You know Wang Qiukui? A world-renowned psychology master, every time he does psychological treatment for someone, it's one thousand US dollars an hour..."

  "That's not bad," said Tang Zhong with a nod.

  "Yes." The master said. "My goal is to become a psychological master like Wang Qiquan, and the price of treating mental illness starts at $1,000 per hour."

  "There will be a day like that." Tang Chong said something he didn't even believe himself, and his heart was so guilty that he quickly changed the subject and asked: "Since this year's expansion is so severe, why haven't I seen any students coming to report?"

  "Yes, I've already received over a dozen this morning." The 'master' defended himself.

  Tang Chong was speechless. He saw that other departments had dozens or even hundreds of people gathered together, and several departments had prepared more than a dozen rickshaws to transport students' luggage away.

  It was Tang Chong's turn. He handed over the tuition fees he had prepared from the window and received a thin receipt, after which he became an official member of Nandu University.

  "Let's go. I'll take you to the dormitory management center to get your room number," said the 'master'.

  "What's with the dorm number? Isn't it assigned by class?" Tang Zhong asked.

  "It should be allocated by department." The 'master' explained patiently, just like other seniors who had received new students. "For example, our psychology department, you freshmen will have three classes, and the boys in these three classes will live together, while the girls will live together. Each dormitory accommodates four people - it's possible that all the students in one dormitory come from the same class, or there may be students from three different classes in one dormitory. This is arranged according to the order of registration. However, the conditions of the dormitories are not bad. Don't worry."

  Tang Zhong's dormitory number is 6#307, which is room 307 in building 6. Under the guidance of 'Master', Tang Zhong easily found his little nest.

  The "master" didn't lie, the dormitory conditions are indeed good.

  Two bunk beds and four tables for computers and books.

  There is an independent bathroom, and a small balcony. The house is about 70-80% new, it seems that it has not been used for several years. It's just that the inside of the house has not been inhabited by anyone, and there is a layer of dust on the bed and table.

  "Tang Chong, this is your dormitory. Get settled and take a good rest. Later on, your counselor will come to contact you and tell you some things to pay attention to. I'll go report now, maybe there are still new students coming."

  "Thank you." Tong Chong said with a smile. "Master ----- you've helped me so much, but I still don't know your name."

  The "master" reached out to touch the work card on his neck, only to find that he hadn't worn it at all.

  He scratched his messy hair, which looked like wild grass on his head, and said: "My name is Wang Aiguo. One grade higher than you, majoring in Applied Psychology. I see that you are also studying applied psychology, so we will have many opportunities to interact with each other in the future."

  "Alright. Let's keep in touch more often from now on. I'll invite you out for dinner once I've settled down," said Tang Chong.

  "Alright." Wang Aiguo replied readily. "Tang Chong, I don't know what's going on either, but I have a strange and inexplicable sense of closeness to you, I think we're kindred spirits-----"

  "Really?" Tang Chong narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I also feel like we've known each other for a long time."

  "One day we must become sworn brothers." Wang Aiguo laughed loudly and turned to leave Tang Chong's bedroom.

  Looking around at the bed, the bookshelf, and everything in the room, Tang Zhong's face was filled with a comfortable smile.

  A good start.

  Tang Chong likes beautiful women and stupid men.

  On the first day, he met them all.

  (PS: Accumulating momentum, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Need to borrow your strength.)