She held the mouse in her right hand, propped her left elbow on the desk, with her forefinger bent against her lips, she fell into a long period of contemplation.
Twenty minutes later, everyone grew tired of 'lying down, lifting the torso, paddling, standing up, maintaining balance'.
Except for Elder Bahe, who felt he apparently had no talent for surfing, as he kept losing his balance and falling off the surfboard every time.
"The surfing movement training will stop here for now," Gu Ran stood up, "Coming up is Q&A time, anyone who has questions may ask me."
"Mr. Gu, do you have a mental illness?" Gege asked, raising her hand.
"No. Next, Mrs. Zhu, your turn," Gu Ran called upon the hesitant real estate lady.
"Mr. Gu, I want to know what exactly is mental illness?"
Being able to ask this question, like Zhao Wenjie at the beginning, already indicated a strong sense of reality, a sign of improving condition.
Gu Ran seriously pondered the question.
