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.,Li Luohao, you are in charge of the experimental big data recording task. If anything goes wrong, you are the one to be held responsible!。