"I said that I hear the class bell every day, and I don't know when this kind of day will end, what is wrong with this, nerves, and I didn't have anything to do with the Far North."

"Don't talk nonsense, or you'll kick."

The group owner sent a message @All members.

"Well, I'm not going to talk about it. Good night"

The little grandson is offline.

After making trouble for a long time, it turned out that there was no one like him at all.

Wu Le tossed and turned on the pillow, and his ears felt like he was in a concert, but the music was not good, and it wasn't even as good as the class bell, it was the kind of music like the Kyoto Island horror anime.

Wu Le has always thought about headaches, and has thought about the anime he has watched several times, but he can't think of any anime he has watched related to this strange music.

It's so uncomfortable!

By the beginning of November, Wu Le's scores in all subjects were much worse than before.

It's too difficult, it's too hard to calculate, it's hard to memorize English words, there are new courses that have not been completed in the first half of the third semester of junior high school, there are still new courses in physics, English is still being learned under Wang, and mathematics has not been completed.

The current mock exam is not the scope of the complete high school entrance examination, and this is all like this, what are you thinking in your head, Lin Xiaolei angrily threw Wu Le's exam paper in his face.

Although Lin Xiaolei does not have overly harsh requirements for this son, in her opinion, compared with those mothers who have been bloody since childhood, her educational philosophy is relatively enlightened, but Wu Le is too much.

"It's all your fault, I don't know what I'm busy with every day, I can't make much money, and you don't care about your son's studies."

When Lin Xiaolei was angry, she not only scolded her son Wu Le, but also her father Wu Tian often suffered.

"Ah, I haven't been able to teach since the third grade of primary school, you don't know, my college diploma is also taken after work, and my grades have not been good since I was a child, how to teach, I see that Wu Le's own learning is not bad, and it is normal for grades to decline occasionally, and the overall is still good."

"Occasional slips? Last week was a decline, but what about this time? It's even worse, so bad that even the usual good math is tested like this, and I think if it continues like this, I'm going to be by him. ”

Wu Le felt that he was really sorry for his mother, his mother worked so hard to draw drawings every day in order to earn a little more money for the family, although the family was not rich, but the pocket money given to Wu Le was never very shabby, occasionally going out with classmates, and his mother always asked if the money in the mobile phone was enough, not enough to get some cash or something.

Now, it's not a question of whether Wu Le is studying hard, the problem now is that he is studying everything very hard, even if he wants to concentrate on saying a good sentence, he has to spend 300% more effort than before.

In terms of a computer, Wu Le feels that his brain is at 99% use. And that's it when you wake up in the morning.

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

The mother wore a yellow professional suit with simple earrings and rings, and held a roll of drawings in her hand. It seems that he is an office worker who accompanies his child to rush to the company to clock in and go to work after seeing a doctor.

"Doctor, do you see if there is any medicine to take, I asked downstairs what department to see, and the nurse asked me to come here to find Director Zhang Wenwen. Are you Director Zhang? ”

Zhang Wenwen immediately smiled and said, "No, no, Zhang Wenwen is me, just call me Doctor Zhang, the director is not there, I am at most a deputy director, 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 himself, I think he's fallen into the evil spirit, or he's playing games and ruining his brain."

Mother said viciously.

"It's called Wu Le, right?"

Zhang Wenwen looked at the sitting child.

The child nodded, looked at his mother with a wince, and then whispered: "Yes, both methods of recitation are fine, and most students add me Wu Le, happy music." ”

"That's no joy."

Hearing Zhang Wenwen say this, Wu Le felt that this doctor who seemed to be full of European and American fans was not terrible, and his mood was much more relaxed than on the road.

"I heard it could be a brain tumor, or epilepsy or something."

Zhang Wenwen hadn't asked about his condition yet, and Lin Xiaolei had already said it impatiently.

"What? Cerebroma? ”

Not to mention that Zhang Wenwen was confused by the patient's family suddenly talking about a brain tumor, Wu Le was almost so frightened that he couldn't see any anger on his already pale face.

"Mom, what did you say?"

Since Lin Xiaolei found out that Wu Le's grades were getting worse and worse, she was very worried, but she checked his mobile phone and his computer, and there was no sign of being addicted to games or anything else special.

The son turned out to be a first-echelon achievement, but now he suddenly fell to the second echelon, there must be some reason.

Lin Xiaolei couldn't sleep all night, thinking about it, thinking about what was wrong with her son recently, what unusual things had happened around her, and after thinking about it, she finally thought of it, and her son said that there was music playing in his ears all the time.

So she searched a lot of related content from Baidu, "There is a sound in the ear, the song is repeated in the ear, and the same sound lingers in the ear all the time." ”

There are quite a few people on Baidu who talk about similar situations, such as:

[There is a sound in my ears all the time, it is better in class, but it is very loud in the dead of night, what's going on?] 】

[It seems that there are thousands of flies flying in the ear?] Are you going to be deaf? 】

[As long as you are alone, your ears can't stop screaming, what is the reason for this? Online, etc., in a hurry. 】

[I've been having a voice in my ears for two years, I thought it was otitis media, but it didn't improve after taking the medicine, is it going to die?] 】

[The ears continue to make sounds, and they are vigilant against malignant diseases.] 】

[The man who had been barking in his ears for a few years passed away a few days ago. 】

[Someone in the house screamed in his ears, suspecting that there was a band inside, and in the end it turned out to be a brain tumor. 】

Seeing these articles, Lin Xiaolei was so frightened that she didn't have the heart to go to work, and calculated the unit length incorrectly when drawing the drawings.

She didn't dare to tell her husband Wu Tian about this, listening to Wu Tian's carefree sound of sleep in the middle of the night, she couldn't help crying, and couldn't help but imagine what the whole family would do if Wu Le was sick?

She only has one son.

Last month, I was discussing with my colleagues in the office that elementary school students are so vulnerable to suicide that there must be something wrong at home. That mother shouldn't cry to death.

At that time, it was just distressing, after all, they were all mothers, and any mother in the world couldn't help but feel heartache when she saw such an event, but now, a month has passed, how can it be her turn to do such a terrible thing to herself.