Crazy Psychologist

"There are still three pianos missing!"

Liu Tiantian deliberately mocked.

"No, an upright piano will do. I have chosen the model. If I want the latest model from Yamaha or the latest model from Kawaii, it must be imported."

"Do you like the pianos made there?"

Chu Sisi smiled, "I thought the teacher would ask for a Steinway piano."

"Of course you can, but I think this request is a bit too much, but if Zhang Mei is willing, I have no problem. After all, he saved the beauty of two beauties."

Such shameless words seemed to Mu Chun as if they were commonplace.

When lunch was approaching, a patient came to the clinic. As soon as Mu Chun saw him, he looked around him many times.

"Don't look, doctor, I'm here alone."

The child who spoke was named Wu Le. He was supposed to be in a cram school at this time, but the teacher suddenly had something to do and missed one class. Wu Le didn't want to go home, so he took the subway twice and came to Huayuanqiao Community Hospital.

When I walked in, I heard Muchun playing the piano.

"sounds so good."

Wu Le happily praised Muchun. Mu Chunyi happily gave the guitar to Wu Le.

"Try it."

Wu Le was originally in a bad mood, but he failed the test again on Friday, and his ranking dropped to more than 100 from the bottom of his grade. Lin Xiaolei scolded Wu Le for the whole dinner time, and she couldn't say a word.

At night, I wanted to find someone to talk to in the group, and found that no one knew what they were busy with. Everyone seemed to know what to do, when to speak appropriately, and when to keep quiet.

But for Wu Le, these are all problems.

Wu Le couldn't figure out when to speak and when not to speak, so he simply didn't speak much.

Especially in front of his mother Lin Xiaolei, Wu Le is often speechless.

There was obviously a lot to say in my heart, but I couldn't get it out.

Just like last night at dinner, Lin Xiaolei listed all the shortcomings of Wu Le from elementary school to junior high school, "You have never made me worry about studying since I was a child. Finally, I have developed good study habits in junior high school." Now, the third year of junior high school is when you are required to hand in your grades. As for you, you are getting worse and worse. Just forget about your poor grades and say that you are sick."

Wu Le wanted to argue that the two things had nothing to do with each other.

Lin Xiaolei tapped Wu Tian's wrist with the end of her chopsticks.

"Just tell me if your name sounds awesome, Wu Tian. Wu Tian, ​​look at your son now. I think his grades are so bad."

Wu Tian has always been optimistic and believes that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. As long as boys train well, they will not be afraid of not having enough to eat in the future. Isn't he a living good example?

Don’t you have a wife, children, and a stable job?

Wu Tian is also such an optimist when it comes to educating Wu Le. Lin Xiaolei is on the other extreme. She has been watching Wu Le doing homework every day since elementary school. She is strict in everything, almost to the point of not giving Wu Le any time for entertainment. Wu Tianye also told Lin Xiaolei that boys cannot be locked up at home and study hard. Exercise more. Lin Xiaolei is not saying that the school has physical education classes, but Wu Le has zero talent in sports. He is not tall enough for basketball, not fast enough for football, not responsive enough for badminton and table tennis, and cannot swim well. He has rhinitis and a little asthma. For exercise, let’s go play Go.

Wu Le actually studied Go for a year, but in the end Lin Xiaolei judged that he had no talent.

Every child with extra talent can only study hard. After being admitted to a key high school and working hard for another three years, Lin Xiaolei can be considered proud and proud of herself when she enters a good university.

Wu Le has no right to speak at home. If he wants to speak, he has to show his results. His results are always not very good.

Muchun had already put the guitar into Wu Le's hand, but Wu Le shook his head, suddenly speechless again.

Muchun could only take it back in disgrace.

"One? There is no registration."

Wu Le put his schoolbag on the table, but he didn't sit down. He kept looking at the treadmill.

“Want to run?”

Wu Le shook his head.

"You weigh less than 120 pounds, right?"

Muchun rubbed his palms and smiled slyly.

"Well, yes, it's still a little bit worse."

Wu Le was a little ashamed. He was too thin. This weight was a bit too thin for boys.

"That's great. There's something wrong with this treadmill. Can you test it for me? It seems like it won't move if your weight doesn't reach a certain standard. We have so many nurses here that they can't use it. You know, I'll put a treadmill on The purpose of this machine is to fool a few good-looking nurses into exercising. Now that I’m fine, I’m too light and there’s no response when I go up. Do you know how embarrassed I am?”

"That's it"

Wu Le nodded and ran onto the treadmill, "Is this okay?"

"You stand a little further forward and I'll start it."

"Don't you need to start it on the machine?"

"No, this can be controlled on your mobile phone. Just turn on Bluetooth or connect to the same wifi."

Are you ready?

Wu Le was already very nervous. He really didn't want to admit that it was his first time to ride a treadmill, so he was so nervous that he couldn't even nod.

After the treadmill started, Wu Le started running. He didn't know how fast he was going, but he just ran and ran and kept running.

Gradually, the doctor seemed to have stopped talking, and the rhythmic mechanical sound of the treadmill was engraved in Wu Le's mind.

When he got off the treadmill out of breath, Muchun handed him a can of Coke.

"Although teenagers are not suitable for Coke, they will be happy. This is a rare occasion, so drink it."

With that said, Muchun also opened a can of Coke for himself, and the two of them raised their heads and drank.

"Wow, it tastes delicious."

"How's the sound in your ears?"

"Huh? It seems like the doctor didn't hear what he said just now."

"So magical? Wouldn't it be great to run every day?"

When he said that Cao Cao was about to arrive, Wu Le shook his head, "I seem to have heard it again."

Muchun put the Coke on the table with an extremely troubled expression.

"But it's very troublesome."

What? Wu Le didn't dare to ask.

Muchun burped, specifically a series of burps. Wu Le didn't feel embarrassed, but made him relax even more.

"I came here secretly after class, so I don't have a medical insurance card or registration."

Muchun's expression became even more difficult.

"If this is the case, it's really difficult to handle. What should I do?"

He sat down, stood up again, walked around Wu Le, and burped several times in a row.

"By the way, I'm going to DICE CON for a walk at noon. Do you want to go with me?"

"DICE CON?"