One day, when Li Luohao was still relatively conscious, he dragged his weary body to see a psychiatrist. The final diagnosis matched his own guess: moderate depression.,Li Luohao endured the pressure in his heart, forcing a smile at Wang Dali. Although Li Luohao couldn't see his own smile, he was very clear in his heart: this smile must have been uglier than crying.,“What are you doing！？ Smirking and whispering, not taking anything seriously, what are you guys being paid for by the state! Are you just eating your keep Today, I want to see everyone put in 120% effort, this experiment must be a success, there is no room for failure!”。