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Jiang Ruochan said: "What's wrong with singing at noon? I just like to sing, I practice yoga for two hours a day, sing songs for two hours, this is called being alive. ”

I was speechless for a while, and my heart said that singing at noon, things are really that simple? Then I thought, practicing yoga for two hours a day is too long, right? However, female ghosts also practice yoga, and each time it takes a long time......

I was thinking about it, Jiang Ruochan said on the other end of the phone, "I'll teach you yoga." ”

I said, "Huh? ”

She said: "I will teach you a set of yoga practiced by men, which can strengthen the body and strengthen the foundation." ”

When I heard Gumoto Peiyuan, I thought of my own following, but until now there has been no reaction, and I have never gone to the men's hospital.

If yoga can strengthen my foundation, can it cure my impotence?

If I can cure it, then I can save money......

For the purpose of treating impotence, I hurriedly said, "Okay! Thank you, Sister Cicada. ”

She smiled and said, "I'll teach you the simplest action today, and I'll send it to you with a WeChat video later." ”

I said, "Thank you, but can you tell me which one is that man's woman?" ”

She was silent for a moment on the other end of the line and said, "The one closest to you." ”

My heart trembled when I heard this, and I subconsciously looked at the bedroom door and said, "Can't you?" Sister Cicada is so powerful? Even know that there is a female ghost next to me?

However, she was clearly talking about a woman, and she didn't say it was a female ghost......

Thinking about it, I asked her: "Sister Cicada, are you talking about people or ghosts?" ”

Jiang Ruochan said: "Of course it's people.

”

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said in my heart that it was okay that it was not a female ghost...... Then I thought, if it wasn't a female ghost, who would it be?

The woman closest to me, could it be Li Baobao?

Julius? Not to mention, it's really possible......

Xia Xiaoyu? It's not together, it's definitely not......

When I think about it, I suddenly feel like no one. The most similar is actually a female ghost.

I asked her a little depressed, "Who the hell is it?" ”

She said: "I've said enough, if I say more, I'll have to die early, and you don't want me to die, do you?" ”

I said, "Forget it, I already have it in my mind." Thank you, Sister Cicada. ”

She said: "No need to be polite, I am destined to save you three times in this life." You and I are destined, and if I can help you, I will try my best to help you. ”

I thanked her, hung up the phone, and went into the bedroom again, looking at the beautiful face of the female ghost, and my heart was in a trance.

Could she really have traveled 7,000 years ago?

To be honest, the more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable, after all, the first time I met her, she was wearing a stylish dress......

She also uses my phone......

Before drinking red wine, you have to wake up......

Besides, what happened 7,000 years ago, whether she is or not, what does it have to do with now?

I tried to calm myself down.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Ruochan added my WeChat and sent me a video, which was the yoga movement she had just recorded.

I went to the living room and practiced the movements in the video.

It's a very simple movement, just moving your arms. However, after less than 10 minutes of practice, I was sweating all over, and I was tired and collapsed on the sofa, feeling my arms and muscles throbbing suddenly.

It's really a strong body, and it's a solid foundation!

I never thought that practicing yoga was so tiring.

However, in order to treat impotence, I just took a break and then got up again to practice.

I practiced until the evening, and I didn't see the female ghost wake up, so I went into the house to give her a few breaths of yang energy, lay on the sofa and thought nonsense, and gradually fell asleep.

I've been really sleepless lately.

I had a dream that I was eating grilled fish with a female ghost, and I felt very uncomfortable and asked her, "Can you already have a boyfriend or be married before you lose your memory?" ”

She smiled faintly and said, "How is that possible?" I'm here to find you, and it's destined that I can only have you as a man. ”

Ha ha......

Then I woke up laughing very unproductively.

In fact, I know that this is not unproductive, but my desire in reality.

Even if she is a ghost, she is more important than most people.

For me, apart from my parents, she is the only one.

It was hazy and overcast outside, so I went to the balcony to take a look and realized that it had rained before.

I put on my clothes, gave the female ghost a few more breaths of yang, and went out to the school dormitory.

Yesterday the poet said that crazy people are going crazy, and as a roommate for more than two years, buddy, I am still quite worried, so I have to go and take a look.

The rain was still falling, but instead of raindrops or rain, it was a very thin layer of rain and mist.

Until I walked into the campus, my clothes were not completely wet from the rain and fog.

As I approached the dormitory, I was still wondering what had happened to the madman this time.

I get the feeling that crazy people are not really crazy, but they are particularly obsessed with science fiction.

To put it bluntly, it is obsessed with scientific fortune telling.

In his freshman year, he came up with a set of scientific theories that he had imagined, saying that all of us are made of code. Then I saved money, didn't buy clothes, soaked steamed buns with instant noodles, bought a lot of second-hand computers, and tried to unravel the code structure of life by writing programs.

This is where the name of the madman comes from.

At this time in the past, the madman must be sleeping. But when I opened the door to my bedroom, I saw him sitting in front of six or seven computers, lost in thought like a sculpture.

On the surface, it looks like I'm asleep.

Because while pondering, he was still drooling.

But he really didn't sleep.

In order to save money to buy a computer, the madman has not shaved his head since his freshman year, so after more than two years, he has grown long flowing hair.

When the door slammed, the madman turned his head with long hair fluttering, sunken eyes, and drooling. After staring at me for a while, he raised his sleeve and wiped his saliva, and said, "Dude, it's over, I'll tell you something, don't panic." ”

I have lived together for more than two years, and the relationship between the same room is still quite deep, and when I see him like this, I feel that my heart is not good, and I asked him: "Have you eaten?" If you don't have anything to eat, I'll go downstairs and buy you some. ”

He hurriedly shook his head, opened his eyelids to show me, and said, "Look at my red eyes, I haven't slept for several days, and what kind of food are I eating?" What I'm going to tell you is more important than eating and sleeping, because knowing this, you don't have the heart to eat or sleep. ”

After I finished my heart, this guy is really like the poet said, he really has to go to a mental hospital. If you don't go to a psychiatric hospital, you won't have to starve to death for less than two days, or die suddenly in front of a computer because of a severe lack of sleep.

So I persuaded him, saying, "Don't study it yet, it's not a while, let's go to dinner first, it just so happens that I haven't eaten either, you can sleep after eating, and then tell me about your recent discoveries." ”

He said: "It's not a new discovery, it's that I've completely figured it out, and I've told you, you must hold on." ”

I sighed speechlessly and said, "Okay, then you can say it, and when you're done, you can go downstairs with me for dinner." ”

He said: "If you don't eat it, it's meaningless, the world is fake." ”

I didn't expect him to tell me this. So, after listening to it, I immediately felt a tingling in my scalp, because this is not the first time I have heard this sentence.

I asked him, "What did you say?" ”

He said: "I figured it out, something is wrong with this world, it's fake, we're all fake." ”

I said, "How did you figure it out?" ”

He said: "It's the program I made, and after more than two years of hard work, I have come to the conclusion that this world, and everything in this world, is fake. ”

I said, "I still don't understand, can you elaborate on that?" ”

Because of the severe lack of sleep, the madman's expression was unusually wooden, and he laughed with drooling, and said, "Come here, and show you something." ”

I walked over and followed the direction of his finger to a dilapidated monitor with a row of records of time and events.

The madman pointed to one of the times and said, "Look at this, it's last week, Wednesday, and if you look at this event again, it's last Wednesday, and the cancer cells started to spread in the body. The poet has cancer, and he doesn't know it himself, but I know that I calculated it the day before yesterday. Believe it or not, I can calculate yours, even when you died, how you died, can be accurately calculated? ”

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