No, it really has special abilities!

With a hint of curiosity.

Nao Nagano returned home from get off work.

“You’ve worked hard, straight man!”

as usual.

Kanako Nagano greeted him gently, took the briefcase and put it down, then knelt on the ground to help Naoto Nagano take off his leather shoes.

I was played too hard yesterday.

It’s exciting.

But the heart always needs a soft care.

Sit on the sofa.

Nagano Nao patted his thigh.

Kanako Nagano took small steps and walked over shyly and sat down.

A cry.

Nagano Kanako was hugged tightly, a hint of shyness appeared on her fair face, but she lay obediently in Nagano Nao’s arms without moving.

There are only two people at home, and their body temperature seems to embrace each other, and a feeling of mutual support flows in their hearts.

It stayed warm for a while.

Nagano’s straight fingers started to get restless.

Nagano Kanako quickly grabbed his hand and stopped his obscene actions: “No!”

“Ok?”

Sensing Naoko Nagano’s dissatisfaction, Nagano Kanako quickly said, “Naoko, don’t let your imagination run wild. I’m just worried about your health.”

“I’m fine!”

“Really? Do you feel like you’re not concentrating very well today and your head is groggy?”

“Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night!”

“It’s not like that, that…that’s because…there was too much and he lost his brain!” Nagano Kanako wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start.

Nagano Nao was stunned: “What?”

“Were you straight last night…many times!”

is not that right?

It’s probably more than 10 billion that someone robbed him of at gunpoint!

I almost got killed!

“Is it that obvious?”

“If the essence is not enough, the spine will make up for it. If the spine is not full, the brain will make up for it.”

“What weird stuff?”

“It is clearly stated in the Lingshu: The Theory of the Original Gods that the so-called mind is the one that controls things.

The heart is within the spirit, the heart governs the spirit, and memory belongs to the intelligence.

And God is…consciousness, awareness, spirit. The eyes will open, the body will eat when hungry, etc. This is called the original God.

Then it comes into contact with the outside world through the eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body, and after forming memory, it is stored in the Shenwan.

The Shenwan is at the end of the marrow, and the brain is the sea of ​​marrow, which means that the kidneys store essence. The kidneys are responsible for producing marrow, and the bones store marrow. The brain is the sea of ​​marrow, which is the sea of ​​bone marrow. From the brain to the bone marrow in the body, that is, the bone marrow of the spine, these are all stores of spirit. “

“The five internal organs store essence and control the five emotions. Follow the center of the two kidneys at the fourteenth vertebra, enter the bone marrow, and then enter the brain.”

“So you are a straight man…”

“…”

Kanako Nagano finished mumbling something.

Nagano Nao was obviously in deep thought.

So…I am not in a good mood today, and my mind is a little confused. Was I turned into a fool by the Ministry of Marines? ! !

At night.

A bowl of bitter medicinal food was placed on the table.

Nagano Chiyuki was interrupted when she wanted to try it, and she complained to her mother who forgot about her daughter for the sake of a man.

Such a humiliation.

Kanako Nagano’s face turned red, but fortunately, Mrs. Yamaguchi was the only one at home, and everyone was in the same boat, so no one laughed at each other.

“Strong medicine is highly toxic. Straight man, you must abstain from sex this week! Otherwise, you will be ruined in the future.”

“real or fake?”

“How dare I lie to you!”

“…”

It seems so.

Nagano Nao secretly groaned.

I haven’t seen Mrs. Yamaguchi for a long time, and I wanted to go to her house to talk about her husband’s recent affairs, but now it’s not possible.

took a shower and returned to the room.

I picked up the book I brought from Nakamura’s house and flipped through it. Some of the records that I originally thought were unscientific seemed to be not necessarily false.

“Unnie! Phone!”

“Who’s calling?”

“It’s Mr. Guangmo.”

After answering the phone, Nagano got straight to the point: “Guangmo-kun called so late, did something happen?”

“MSN’s launch went very smoothly. With the cooperation of NTT, it already has 600,000 users. I plan to ask Ms. Sawaguchi and Ms. Kudo Shizuka to shoot an advertisement, which should be of great help in market promotion.”

“Guangmo-kun will handle these matters. I believe in your ability.”

“The main thing is that there is one more thing that needs to be resolved by the adults. Since there is no precedent for Internet finance licenses, the Banking Bureau does not agree to this matter.”

“Precedents can always change the times. Guangmo-kun must have a way, right?”

“I’m so sorry! I’ve tried my best. Tian Ye Fang Ming is different from ordinary people. No matter how much I hinted at the stakes, he wouldn’t agree.”

“Tian Ye Fangming? When did this guy come to the bank bureau?”

“Just last week, so…”

Chapter 372 Which cadre cannot withstand such a test?

Amano Masaaki.

A very familiar name.

He graduated from Keio University, which was founded by Fukuzawa Yukichi, as a student of the Faculty of Law, and has worked in a banking department for a long time since graduation.

This is not a career that brings honor to the family and is respected by others.

Official?

politician?

They are just a bunch of unproductive Koreans who are full of ambition and driven by profit.

So in today’s Japan, every time a member of parliament runs for election, they will be very exaggerated when introducing themselves in order to win votes.

I didn’t know it was dog food, I thought it was a snack, so I couldn’t help but take a bite. I found out it was dog food, but I felt it tasted pretty good.

On the way to being a hero, he was ready to use his newly learned Taekwondo to teach the bastard a lesson, but he broke his bones as soon as he used it. The doctor said it was because of osteoporosis caused by Taekwondo training.

To be remembered by name.

The performances of legislators from all over the country on television are more exaggerated than those on variety shows.

Because there is a very strange phenomenon in Japanese society: many people have an instinctive aversion to “officials” and “authority”.

When I hear that the other person is a “congressman” or “chairman of the board of directors”, I will feel an inexplicable disgust in my heart, and I will curse them when talking about these people while drinking.

Just like in other countries, the Prime Minister often represents one of the country’s images and is a national treasure.

Once a minister of this level passes away, it is very common for the people to mourn and spontaneously organize to send wreaths to commemorate him.

But in Japan…this may not be the case.

For example, when drinking outside, if a Korean person and a Chinese person sit together.

Koreans would say: According to historical research, the Japanese are the descendants of Jizi who sailed east to Korea, so you Japanese are the descendants of us Koreans.

People would say: As expected of Koreans, they clearly know that Jizi is a descendant of the Chinese. They are the best in recognizing their ancestors.

The Chinese would say: So you all know that we are your ancestors? Why don’t you call us dad?

A war of words will begin.

This situation becomes very interesting if we change the question.

Koreans: Japan is so evil. Their Prime Minister is getting angry again. Why hasn’t he died yet?

Chinese: Someday I will go and burn down their toilet.

A little day will immediately come to you: the current Prime Minister is as bad as the Koreans. If you are a real man, please kill him.

If something like this really happens, Koreans might say that this guy is not that bad after all, and the one who goes up might be even worse.

The Chinese people stood by, cheering loudly and celebrating with a glass of champagne.

The two turned around and saw that the man they had just talked to was drunk, playing Japanese music, beating the taiko drum, and playing the thirteen-string koto, singing: Today is a good day, the bastard is finally dead…

Is it exaggerated?