Crazy Psychologist

"About a few days, maybe it's gone in one day? Also, for a while, I always heard that song "Ba La Bang Ba" by Joker Xue, well, that's probably it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Le's hope rekindled, "Then how many more days will this song be sung in Dad's ears?"

"Half a day. What's wrong with you? Don't you want to do your homework? You're wasting your own time."

"That's right, this child has something wrong with his brain. Everyone is trying their best to seize the time to study, but he is still wasting time here thinking about some weird things and asking questions. I said that things like mobile phones must be required in the third grade of junior high school. Confiscated, I don’t know what kind of unscrupulous novel I read or what kind of game I played, which made me nervous.”

After Lin Xiaolei finished speaking, she stood up and did not clear away the dishes. Instead, she walked straight to Wu Le's room, pushed the door open and entered, as if she was in a deserted place.

"I haven't checked your phone for a long time. Is there another game installed on it?"

Lin Xiaolei walked to the restaurant and looked at Wu Le's cell phone.

"No, I haven't played a game in a long time, and I immediately lost touch with the world."

"I trust your gui. Tell me, is the APP hidden? That's the problem with Android phones. The system is too autonomous. Any elementary school student can hide whatever he wants. Don't tell me. You are a junior high school student who is about to enter high school. If you don’t have any ability at all, how can you pass the entrance exam for a key middle school!"

I really don't know if Lin Xiaolei's words are praising Wu Le or hurting Wu Le.

Wu Le only felt that the sound in his ears was louder than usual.

He anxiously rushed to Lin Xiaolei and grabbed the phone. However, due to lack of exercise on weekdays, he missed the blow and was blocked by his sturdy mother with a raised hand.

"Mom, really not."

"You are the worst learner at your age."

Lin Xiaolei taught Wu Le a lesson while skillfully opening various system directories on Wu Le's phone.

"Mom, give it to me."

"What is this? Have you learned to hide chat history?"

Wu Le's face suddenly turned red. Even if you fall in love at this age, you don't need to make a fuss about it. It's not a big deal to fall in love.

Lin Xiaolei didn't blame Wu Le for hiding the chat history. She packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen while her phone was still on the table.

At night, after finally finishing all the homework and test papers, Wu Le lay under the quilt and quietly sent a message to a girl he met at the comic exhibition, "Did you know? Something strange happened to me recently."

"What?" the girl replied in pink font.

“I keep hearing a tune.”

Wu Le mustered up the courage to tell the girl.

"Huh? Me too, I often hear a certain piece of music."

Wu Le felt a burst of joy in his heart, as if he had met a rare confidant in the vast sea.

"Really? In my case it's a tune that I don't remember hearing there and it's playing there all the time."

"I'm pretty much the same, but my tunes keep changing. When I like a tune, it becomes that tune."

Wu Le felt that the girl was perfunctory with him, or that the girl hearing the song and him hearing the music were not the same thing.

He was a little frustrated.

Now that you have told people, you might as well ask more friends.

There happened to be a group discussion about tinnitus in a cram school group.

"I also have tinnitus, that is, there is always the sound of mosquitoes in my ears. I often fall asleep listening to this sound at night, and it disappears when I wake up. Is it tinnitus?"

"Me too, but it's not the sound of mosquitoes, but the sound of leaves scraping. It's just like falling asleep."

"Nonsense, what else can you hear when you're asleep?"

Seeing such a chat, Wu Le quickly typed, "I also have this problem, but the sound is neither the sound of leaves nor the sound of mosquitoes, and it still sounds when I wake up."

"I'm not the sound of mosquitoes or leaves. I'm the sound of cicadas chirping. It's endless. It's so noisy. Especially when I have a lot of homework, you let me wear headphones to play games. , I can’t hear the sound of this dead insect at all.”

Everyone, you and I have written a dozen posts at once. The one Wu Le posted before was quickly brushed up.

Wu Le was unwilling to give in and sent it again, this time changing it to: "Is there anyone who keeps hearing the music in their ears?"

After it was sent out, the world suddenly became quiet without any sound of wind, but in less than a second, the sound of music came again.

"Yes, there is often the sound of music, every day."

A very active boy in the cram school was the first to reply to Wu Le.

"Really? What kind of thing, is it always playing there."

The boy sent a sloth nodding expression.

Wu Le was even more happy, and typed with his thumbs flying: "Is it that kind of classical music, like piano or violin?"

The boy quickly replied: "Yes, it's like that. I hear it every day and it makes me annoyed. It's really annoying. I don't know when this day will end, and I want to run away from home."

Wu Le thought that this person's problem might be more serious than his, and quickly comforted him: "It's okay. In fact, it's not that serious. At least I haven't hit the wall yet. I think I'm just afraid that it will never stop." Finish."

"It won't end, it won't end, really, it's too hard for me."

At this time, other people also participated in their conversation, "What kind of music are you listening to? Each one of you is like a musician. If you have the ability, why should you join a cram school or take the entrance examination to the high school attached to the Conservatory of Music? It's so late at night." I don’t want to sleep, is it okay to influence other people’s studies?”

"It's hard to be quiet at night. What are you talking about? If you want to be a good student, go to Class 1. There is no one in Class 1 for tutoring. It's all about improving."

Wu Le didn't want to end the topic. If he wanted to keep the topic from ending, it would be best to keep scrolling. So Wu Le quickly sent another message, "It's not quiet at night either. It's not quiet anymore. I can hear it from the bed now. You Can't you hear me?" @Stark's grandson.

"Brother, why are you having a seizure? What are you listening to at night? It's rare to be quiet at night, okay?"

"Why is it quiet?"

Wu Le became nervous. He was already hot under the quilt, but now he was even more nervous and sweating all over his body.

"Can you hear it at home? You're sick, brother."

"It is probably haunted by the ghost of Far North Elementary School. It is said that the girl who died in Far North became a ghost and has been wandering around in various schools. Many people have been possessed by evil spirits."

When Wu Le saw it, he became even more nervous. His thumb was frozen in the air. He had many things to ask, but he was afraid that if he said anything, he would really get entangled with that little girl from Far North.

"Don't be superstitious in the middle of the night, okay? My little grandson, it's all you who caused the trouble." @Stark's little grandson.