I wanted to read a martial arts novel, but the novel was taken away by Mr. Yang. Zhao Xiangyun began to read it with a book when he was bored.

"Zhao Xiangyun, do your homework quickly. If you don't do it again, we will be punished with you tomorrow!" Li Xiaomeng said fiercely. She can't rest until 12 o'clock every day. She has to get up at 5:30 in the morning. She's tired, sleepy and very tired.

Zhao Xiangyun was embarrassed and smiled, "OK, I'll write now, write now!"

He is such a person. He laughs. Others scold him and say that he also suffers. Anyway, he doesn't refute his fault. Then he turns around and still goes his own way and does what he likes.

Zhao Xiangyun began to copy English words while reading. Although he was a little tired, he had to continue to write honestly under the threat of other members of the group.

After a class, Zheng Nannan said in surprise, "there's no problem with your eyes. Now you don't cry!"

Zhao Xiangyun was also a little surprised. "It seems that Oh, I didn't know what was going on before. It didn't hurt or itch at all, but it was tears!"

"Maybe you've been reading martial arts novels for a long time. You'd better not read them in the future. Have this time to study hard!" Zheng Nannan advised and explained. "My sister-in-law often tells me that the scientific development outside is changing with each passing day. If we don't study, we won't be able to keep up with the development of this era. I didn't understand it before, but I understand it now!"

Zhao Xiangyun rolled his eyes. "Well, you can speak better than my father now!"

The following evening self-study passed when Zhao Xiangyun didn't listen, but had to read and study. Fortunately, he didn't continue to shed tears. Zhao Xiangyun was a little comforted.

Back home, Zhao Xiangyun will never do his homework. Then he watches martial arts movies while eating.

But the more Zhao Xiangyun looked, the more blurred his eyes became, and his tears continued to flow.

Zhou Xiaolian, who was eating, was shocked when Zhao Dalong saw his son crying while eating. "Son, what's the matter with you?"

"I don't know it's the same in school this morning. As soon as I read martial arts novels, I shed tears. I went to the hospital. The doctor examined me and said there was nothing wrong. Now when I came home to see martial arts films, I actually shed tears again. Did I fight with martial arts criminals?" Zhao Xiangyun was panicked at this time and directly said what he had done in school.

Zhao Dalong was so angry that he slapped his son on the head. "I sent you to school. You actually read martial arts novels in school!"

Zhou Xiaolian saw that her husband was so angry and looked at her son's constant tears. "He reads novels secretly and doesn't study. We'll talk about it later. Take him to see his eyes. It's not good to keep crying!"

After hearing this, Zhao Dalong was also afraid. He quickly took Zhao Xiangyun to the hospital. After hanging up the emergency department, he didn't expect to be the old doctor in the daytime again.

Seeing Zhao Xiangyun coming, the old doctor was very surprised. "Young man, why are you here again? You're crying again. I told you oh, I've checked and there's no problem. I really can't see it. My ability is limited. You'd better go to other hospitals!"

After so many years of working, the old doctor encountered such a situation for the first time.