"I said that I hear the school bell every day, and I don't know when this kind of life will end. What's wrong with that? I'm crazy. It's not like I'm talking about the Far North."

"Don't talk nonsense, or you'll get kicked."

The group leader sent a message @all members.

"Okay, I won't say anymore. Good night"

My grandson is offline.

After arguing for a long time, it turned out that no one was like him.

Wu Le tossed and turned on the pillow, his ears felt as if there was a concert, but the music was not good, not even as good as the class ringtone. It was the kind of music like the Kyojima horror anime.

Wu Le kept thinking about having a headache. He thought about the anime he had watched several times, but he could not think of any anime he had watched that this strange music was related to.

It’s so uncomfortable!

By the time of the mock exam in early November, Wu Le's scores in all subjects were much worse than before.

It’s too difficult, calculations are too difficult, and it’s also very difficult to remember English words. There are still new courses that have not been completed in the first half of the third year of junior high school. There are also new courses in physics, English is still at Wangxia, and there is no math.

Completion.

The current mock exam is not completely within the scope of the high school entrance examination. After passing the test like this, what was going on in her mind? Lin Xiaolei angrily threw Wu Le's test paper at his face.

Although Lin Xiaolei didn't have overly strict requirements for this son, in her opinion, compared with those mothers who had been indoctrinated since childhood, her educational philosophy was relatively enlightened, but Wu Le might have gone too far.

"It's all your fault. I don't know what to do every day, I don't make much money, and you don't care about my son's studies."

When Lin Xiaolei gets angry, she not only scolds her son Wu Le, but also her father Wu Tian.

"Ah, I haven't been able to teach since the third grade of elementary school. It's not like you don't know that my college diploma was obtained after working. My grades were not good since I was a child. How can I teach? I think Wu Le learned it on his own.

It’s not bad. It’s normal for my grades to drop occasionally. Overall, it’s pretty good.”

"Occasionally, my grades dropped? Last week it was considered a drop, but this time? It's even worse. It's so bad that even the math test, which I usually do well, is like this. I feel like if this continues, I'm going to be pissed off by him."

Wu Le felt that he was really sorry for his mother. Her mother worked so hard every day to draw more money for her family. Although her family was not rich, the pocket money given to Wu Le was never very shabby. Occasionally she went out to play with her classmates, and her mother

I always ask if there is enough money in the phone, and if there is enough money to get some cash, etc.

Now, it is not a question of whether Wu Le studies hard. The problem now is that he studies everything very hard. Even if he has to concentrate and speak a sentence well, it takes 300% more effort than before.

To describe it as a computer, Wu Le feels that his brain is 99% in use. And it is like this as soon as he wakes up in the morning.

In the neurology clinic of Zhinan University Medical Center, Zhang Wenwen sat in front of a timid and pale boy and an angry mother.

The mother wore a yellow professional suit, paired with simple earrings and rings, and held a roll of blueprints in her hand. She looked like an office worker who was rushing to the company to clock in after her child was sick.

"Doctor, do you think there is any medicine I can take? I asked downstairs which department I was going to, and the nurse asked me to come here to see Director Zhang Wenwen. Are you Director Zhang?"

Zhang Wenwen immediately smiled and said, "No, no, Zhang Wenwen is me, just call me Dr. Zhang. The director is not here, so I can be considered the deputy director at most, but there are only four people in the neurosurgery department, all the same, the same."

"So what's the problem, a headache or a twitch?"

"Ask him himself. I think he is possessed by evil spirits, or his brain is damaged by playing games."

Mother said viciously.

"Your name is Wu Le, right?"

Zhang Wenwen looked at the sitting child.

The child nodded, looked at his mother timidly, and then whispered: "Yes, both ways of reading are fine. Most students call me Wu Le, Happy Le."

"That means there is no happiness."

After listening to what Zhang Wenwen said, Wu Le felt that this doctor who looked very European and American was not scary, and his mood was much more relaxed than on the way here.

"I heard it might be a brain tumor or epilepsy."

Before Zhang Wenwen asked about his condition, Lin Xiaolei started talking impatiently.

"What? Brain tumor?"

Not to mention that Zhang Wenwen was confused by the patient's family suddenly talking about brain tumors, and Wu Le was almost so frightened that there was no trace of life on his already pale face.

"Mom, what did you say?"

Ever since Lin Xiaolei discovered that Wu Le's grades were getting worse and worse, she was very worried, but after checking his mobile phone and his computer, there was no sign of being addicted to games or anything special happening.

My son used to be in the first tier, but now he suddenly fell to the second tier. There must be some reason.

Lin Xiaolei lay awake all night, thinking about what was wrong with her son recently and what unusual things were happening around her. After much deliberation, she finally came up with the idea that her son said there was music playing in his ears all the time.

So she searched a lot of related content on Baidu, "There are sounds in the ears, singing in the ears repeatedly, and the same sound lingering in the ears."

There are many people on Baidu talking about similar situations, such as:

[There is always sound in my ears. It is better during class, but it is very loud in the middle of the night. Why? 】

[It seems like there are thousands of flies flying in your ears? Are you going to go deaf? 】

[My ears keep buzzing when I am alone. What is the reason? Waiting online, urgent, urgent.]

[I have been hearing sounds in my ears for two years. I originally thought it was otitis media. However, it has not improved after taking medication. Is it possible that I am going to die? 】

【Continuous sound in the ears indicates that you may be on the lookout for bad diseases.】

[The man whose ears have been ringing for several years passed away a few days ago.]

[Someone in the house was barking, and they suspected there was a band inside, but it turned out to be a brain tumor.]

After seeing these articles, Lin Xiaolei was so frightened that she had no time to think about going to work. When drawing the drawings, she calculated the unit length wrong.

She didn't dare to tell her husband Wu Tian about this matter. Listening to Wu Tian's carefree sound of sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, she couldn't help but shed tears. She couldn't help but imagine what the whole family would do if Wu Le got sick.

She only has one son.

Last month, I was discussing with my colleagues in the office that a primary school student committed suicide. He was so fragile. There must be some problem at home. Don’t let that mother cry to death.
Chapter completed!