Chapter 282： Stressful of reading (1/2)

”Old Qin, isn't our son silly studying, right?” Fu Xiaowan asked his mother carefully.

Laughing wildly for no reason, and the laughter was so long-lasting, Qin Luo's unusual behavior made Fu Xiaowan uneasy.

Just yesterday she just saw on the Internet that a high school student chose to end his life because of the pressure of studying.

And from the perspective of Qin Luo's current pressure, he is even heavier than the student who committed suicide.

The first student in the history of Beishan Fourth Middle School, a new hope in the mathematics world, a contender for Fields...

There are countless titles on Qin Luo's head, and these can all become his pressure.

Stressed to study?

Thinking of this, Qin Lin's face suddenly became gloomy: ”Could it be because of Yanjing's report meeting?”

Qin Luo mentioned to him about going to Yanjing to attend the report meeting, but he didn't think there was any problem at the time. Qin Luo was only attending as an audience and would not give a report on stage.

But looking at it now, Qin Lin felt that his thinking was too simple.

”No, let's not go to this report meeting!” Fu Xiaowan's pretty eyes flashed coldly and sternly: ”I can't watch my son become a fool.”

Thinking about it, Fu Xiaowan had an urge to cry.

Thinking that she was pregnant in October, she had worked hard for 17 years, and finally pulled Qin Luo big, but now if Qin Luo was stimulated by a report to become a fool, he couldn't find a place to cry.

”En.” Qin Lin nodded in agreement.

”...”

In the room, Qin Luo was stunned.

Fu Xiaowan and Qin Lin's ”talking” sound was not small, and the sound insulation of the room was very poor, so the conversation between them fell into Qin Luo's ears without fail.

Overwhelmed by stress?

Qin Luo nodded in agreement.

To be honest, he felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

As the most outstanding student in the history of Beishan Fourth Middle School, standing on the top of the mountain, Qin Luo felt that the wind was very strong and the wind pressure was very strong...

”Old Qin, where's the rope at home?” At this moment, the voice of his mother Fu Xiaowan reached Qin Luo's ears again.