my psychologist

Originally, my heart was still hanging because of Ling Yu's performance at noon, but now that I knew the reason for Ling Yu's convulsions, my heart became more at ease, because I believed that Fan Dongfang could not fall in love with me, and that even if Fan Dongfang was deep His soul mate is also most likely to be Mr. Xu Yuandong.

The department directors were still waiting for my meeting in the small conference room, leaving Ling Yu depressed, so I went directly to the small conference room.

The national unified examination is held twice a year. After each examination, there will be a quiet period of time. The purpose of the meeting after the unified examination is to summarize the problems reflected in the previous period and make corresponding plans for the next period of enrollment and training. .

Today's meeting should have been held as soon as the exam was over, but because of Boss Ling's regretful decision, I have been circling around Fan Dongfang for the past few days, so it was postponed until today.

The director of admissions, the director of academic affairs, the director of the network, and the director of publicity are all there, but Dong Xinghai, the director of psychology teaching and research, is missing. I knocked on the table with my pen and asked my assistant, Xiao Xie, who I hadn't replaced in time: "Where's Dong Xinghai?"

Xiao Xie has exquisite makeup and a gentle smile: "Director Dong is leading a group activity, and there is still an hour to finish."

I nodded: "First of all, let me say a few digressions. I think you all know that Liren is not an iron rice bowl, and there is no guarantee of income from drought or flood. It was you who worked hard to earn it back. If you feel that you have earned enough, then OK, in the future, even if you herd sheep like today, it will not be enough. We will go back to our respective homes. I will not be working in Liren every day for the next year. , so it’s impossible to give you the strings at any time, I don’t care about you in the second half of the year, let’s talk about the data, when the year-end bonus is less, don’t talk to me about the bad year.”

Sister Qin continued with a smile: "Principal Da, don't worry, I will never let you lose the chain!"

I snorted, and pointed in the direction of Lecheng University and T University outside: "Such good resources are here, and Xindu Ruiming's agent registration is also included in your list. If you recruit Lecheng scattered recruitment in November But Hou School's out-of-town groups sign up, you know in your heart whether you are ashamed or not."

Sister Qin, the director of admissions, immediately stated: "As long as the publicity can keep up, we will be fine!"

Liu Ge, the director of publicity, said unhappily: "Propaganda never loses the chain, it mainly depends on the conversion rate of the recruitment teacher's consultation."

Sister Jin, the director of academic affairs, said bluntly: "We will definitely do our best to improve the experience of students, and we will guarantee that we will not lower the conversion rate of veteran students."

Sister Qin raised her voice: "What's wrong with the conversion rate? As long as people come to our recruiting place, the conversion rate will definitely not be a problem!"

Ge Xiaobei, the director of the network, is a standard otaku, who never pokes or speaks.Seeing that the three were about to fight, Ge Xiaobei silently touched his phone to play 2048.

I knocked on the table a few times with the cap of my pen and interrupted them: "Stop it, this is not a meeting of accountability, there is no need to rush to blame, let's still say the same thing, talk about the data at the end of the year. Okay, Now let’s get down to business and summarize the problems that occurred in the previous issue. I don’t think Sister Qin has talked enough, so let’s start with your admissions department!”

A meeting lasted for two hours, discussing one by one from the way of enrollment, educational affairs management, to the innovation of publicity models and the optimization of network promotion, and to formulate an improvement plan.After discussing these, we discussed and agreed on the training methods and curriculum setting for the pre-examination training of various professional courses in the second half of the year.In the end, Dong Xinghai and I were left to discuss the most feasible training project for the follow-up skills training for psychological counselors that we have been thinking about. He proposed a public welfare course training plan to me, which is a very good idea. If done well, it should be able to attract many students, but the premise is that the follow-up training programs must keep up in order to maximize the benefits. This brings us back to the original question - follow-up skills training programs.

Regarding this, Dong Xinghai is more optimistic about family system arrangement and nlp practitioner training for short-term courses. I am more optimistic about psychoanalysis, sandbox games and painting therapy. We are all optimistic about annual growth training for long-term courses, but the difficulty lies in the teachers.

Without suitable teachers, no matter how many ideas you have, you can only just look at them. No matter how big the cake is, you can only watch it. It was already past six o'clock in the evening. Knowing that Dong Xinghai, a wife and slave, was anxious to go home to accompany his wife and children, I waved him away Go: "Okay, let's go home quickly! Later, you take the time to make a public welfare course plan and send it to me, and I will find a way for teachers."

"Okay, I'll go first. My wife has already asked me several times." Dong Xinghai, a wretched little man, immediately packed up his things, with a look of happiness and anxiety on his face, looking at his posture, he wanted to trot away!

When I came out of the small meeting room, the lights in Ling Yu's office were already dark, and that guy had a rich and colorful private life, so he probably didn't know which little fairy he wandered to for a long time.

They each have their own goals, only me, a solo mother, is never in a hurry to go home, and often leaves later than the little boys on the night shift.

The big office area is full of fireworks, and the aroma of Mala Tang and hot and sour rice noodles is squeezed into my nose. I asked Xiaoxie to order a mushroom rice noodle for me, and then went back to my own office—— Since I have time today, I have to draft the timetable for the training courses taught before the unified examination of professional qualifications for each major.Human resources, public nutritionists, and financial planners can take a break, but the training of psychological counselors really cannot be delayed any longer.

I've been procrastinating for three or four days. If I don't arrange a class schedule to make appointments with teachers, I won't be able to make appointments with popular teachers.Fortunately, I have a good relationship with the two teachers on the textbook editorial committee. They usually reserve time for me, and they finalized the general review course and the real test analysis course very smoothly.

After making more than [-] phone calls in one night, I finally decided on a few class schedules, and sent a copy of the schedule to admissions, academic affairs, and the Internet. After finishing all these, it was past nine o'clock.

Therefore, I was quite surprised when I saw Fan Dongfang waiting for the bus at the gate of Jingyuan. Against the backdrop of the street lights, this guy's figure was particularly slender and eye-catching, but it's a pity that he wasn't the beauty who belonged to me in the dimly lit place.

This beautiful woman can't pretend she didn't see it. After all, I still have the position of assistant. I parked the car in front of him and lowered the window of the co-pilot. I didn't get out of the car and asked directly: "Teacher Fan, Do you need me to take you?"

Fan Dongfang looked at me without moving.

I touched my forehead, got out of the car, opened the passenger door, bowed and stretched out my arms to invite: "Teacher Fan, please get in the car."

Only then did Fan Dongfang Shi Shiran sit in the co-pilot seat, and I suddenly felt that Ling Yufei was extremely blind when he said that Fan Dongfang had taken a fancy to me.

Fan Dongfang seemed to be in a bad mood. After getting into the car, he kept frowning and thinking about things. His unsympathetic face matched his dullness, as if he was calculating in his heart whether to kill one or ten good tyrants. Therefore, I was very sensible and didn't dare to say much, so I turned around and drove in the direction of Fan Dongfang's house.

It's just that I want to reduce the sense of presence, but my mobile phone has to find the sense of presence.

The bright "Luna" rang for most of the song, and I glanced at "Tyrant" out of the corner of my eye, and pressed the answer button on the car phone.

The call was made by Deputy Principal Qi, who is very knowledgeable in Dudu. As soon as the call was connected, I smiled and said nonsense, "Sister Qi, did Mr. Ling solve your problem for you? I haven't been on duty for a few days, and I don't know how he's doing it."

Thinking that the conditions offered by Hou School were within their psychological tolerance, Vice Principal Qi's resentment was not too strong: "It's solved, I can only express my admiration to you, how poor is the experience of serving students with such carelessness, every year They can still recruit so many people!"

I laughed and said, "We are a group of cobblers, no more vicious than your school principal Li. We recruited elite soldiers and strong generals, one of them is the best."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. I hope that our school Li can be as open-minded as your family, Boss Ling! I am so angry with him every day."

I chuckled lightly: "Our President Ling is younger than Principal Li, otherwise we might not be as good as Principal Li!"

"Let's not talk about them, how about Teacher Da come to teach us for two days? Do you have time?"

From Vice Principal Qi’s invitation to the class, Fan Dongfang’s eyes fell on my face, my old face became inexplicably hot, I cleared my throat, and refused: “Sister Qi, I’m really sorry, I haven’t done much in the past year. If I have time, I don’t even arrange my own class, why don’t you let Dong Xinghai teach you for two days?”

"Is he okay?"

I smiled and said, "It's very good, he can tell what I can say, and he can say it better than me."

"No matter how well you speak, the appearance is worrying."

I thought to myself that it would be so easy to find someone as handsome and talented as the one next to me: "Sister, what we are selling is talent, not face, you think about it, if you use him, I will contact you for you."

"Okay, thesis writing tutoring on August 8th, and social psychology on September 28th, you can arrange it, let's talk about it first, the class salary can't be higher than yours!"

"Sister Qi, you are making things difficult for me. His tuition has always been 500 higher than mine."

"That can't be done, I can't do business with our school Li."

"At least 200 higher, otherwise I can't talk to him."

"Okay, I'll go all out and get scolded by our school Li for 300 yuan!"

"Sister, don't worry! Dong Xinghai is definitely worth the money!" I sold Dong Xinghai for a two-day weekend, hung up on Deputy Principal Qi, and then called Dong Xinghai, "Old Dong Xinghai , I sold it for you on August 8 and September 28, Xindu Ruiming, the class fee is 9, you have to treat me to dinner!"

Obviously, I deliberately raised Dong Xinghai's status. After I finished these two phone calls, Fan Dongfang chuckled inexplicably: "I'm really sorry for delaying the school to make a lot of money."

1500 is not as good as this guy earning more from two consultations, but this guy apologized to me sincerely with a polite attitude, which is really a mockery of strength.

Taking advantage of the red light, I turned my head to look at Fan Dongfang, with a half smile but not a smile: "Mr. Fan, do you want to make up for it?"

Fan Dongfang raised his eyebrows: "What compensation do you want?"

I'm not afraid to tempt: "How about a promise with your body?"

Fan Dongfang stared at me for a moment, then sneered: "You are really a good abacus, and your calculations are too beautiful!"

I:"……"

Fan Dongfang: "Young man, please keep your feet on the ground! Don't try to get on the roof without holding on to the ladder. Do you really think my principle is decoration?"

I:"……"

I'm completely relieved and don't need to worry about whether Fan Dongfang really likes my question. I just want to see if this person's reaction is either Ling Yu's imagining too much or this person's rank is too high. If it is true, I admit it.