The Days of Living in a Love Apartment

"Oh that's it!" Zhan Bo straightened his sitting posture and began to explain the cause and effect to the doctor.

The three hundred and fifty-eighth chapter of the text is too developed

"So, the phone ringing in your ear has never stopped?"

"Yeah! It hasn't stopped since I threw away my phone... I wanted to see an ENT department, but the doctor over there pushed me directly to a psychiatric department... Doctor... I Is there any help?" Zhan Bo's face was full of sadness

"I watched your movie! You keep hearing your phone ringing, not because your brain has a problem, but because your brain is too developed!"

Zhanbo obviously couldn't understand it, but this should be considered good news, right? "Too... developed?"

"Yeah! I can tell you very responsibly! Your brain, the degree of evolution, is far higher than that of ordinary humans! The human brain of ordinary humans, at most, has developed five percent of its potential! And you! [-]% of your potential!"

Teacher Zeng sneered at the side, it was quite nonsense

The doctor ignored his expression and continued to explain to Zhan Bo seriously, "Especially, your image memory ability has been greatly strengthened! You have listened to the bells too many times, and your brain nerves have not only memorized the tune, but also stimulated The cortex is removed! It creates a sense of picture! It stimulates hormones! So! You are in a state of excitement for a long time!"

After listening to the doctor's analysis, Zhan Bo nodded suddenly, "Yes... I often see girls talking to me!"

"Don't worry! I said it! This is evolution!"

"Then why can't it be turned off?"

"It's easy to turn it off! As long as you find a new stimulation point! Let your brain stop immersed in the pictures of the phone and the girl"!"

Zhanbo couldn't wait, "Then what should I do?"

"I recommend you a unique secret recipe! Do squats! Play Sudoku! I promise you, you'll never hear your phone ring again!"

"Sudoku?... Can it be effective..." Zhan Bo was dubious

"Of course! If you don't believe me, give it a try!" The doctor took a pen and paper and handed it to Zhan Bo, "Squatting and counting!"

Teacher Zeng watched Zhan Bo put on a stance and began to squat

“2！9！1！”展博停下来惊喜状“哎！真的没有了！呃又来了！3！5！8！6！真的有效哎！”

Teacher Zeng was stunned. Is it so nonsense?The image of the doctor suddenly grew taller in his eyes. . .

The doctor took out a folder from the drawer, "This is my collection of Sudoku exercises! No male or female! Only you! Remember! Keep practicing! After you recover, return it to me! "

Zhan Bo took the exercise set and bowed deeply, "Thank you, doctor!"

Seeing Zhanbo's surprise, Teacher Zeng didn't look like he was cheating, and immediately approached the doctor, "Hey, doctor! I have a small problem too!"

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Seeing Zhanbo's surprise, Teacher Zeng didn't look like he was cheating, and immediately approached the doctor, "Hey, doctor! I have a small problem too!"

Teacher Zeng began to tell the doctor about the cause and effect

While listening to his words, the doctor nodded while watching the film, and beside him there was a strange person who was doing squat and jumping to calculate Sudoku

The whole style looks. . . .There is some inexplicable harmony. . . . . . .

After listening to Teacher Zeng's remarks, the doctor nodded cautiously, "So... do you always think that the person in front of you will become Lisa at any time?"

"Yes! It's driving me crazy!" In Teacher Zeng's eyes, the doctor was about to become Lisa, and he quickly rubbed his eyes and returned to normal.

"I've seen your movie! It's all because your visual nerves are too developed!"

"The optic nerve is too...developed?" Why did Mr. Zeng always feel like he had heard this sentence before?Can't remember. . .

"Well! I can tell you very seriously! Your optic nerve has evolved because of this pair of glasses! So, you can project the most profound person in your mind on your retina!"

"Ah?" Teacher Zeng shook his hands in fright, and quickly took off his glasses and threw them aside.

".々 That's not right...it's still the same!" Teacher Zeng pointed at the doctor suddenly in horror, "You, you, you are about to become Lisa!

A few black lines appeared on the doctor's forehead, but he is also mentally ill, so it's okay, come on!Hurt each other!

"Calm! Calm! Of course! You've evolved! So even throwing away the glasses doesn't change that fact!"

Teacher Zeng rubbed his eyes fiercely, and everything in front of him returned to normal, crying and grimacing, "Then what should I do, doctor...you have to save me..."

"Hey! Don't worry! The doctor's parents' heart! Although your situation is rarer than his," he pointed to Zhanbo, who was sweating on his forehead because of the CPU overload. "However, there is still a way!" (Lee's)

Teacher Zeng approached the doctor and asked expectantly, "What can I do?"

The doctor also approached him, the two faces were almost pressed together, and then slowly said, "This method is, eye! Department! Massage! Massage!"

"Eye massage?" Teacher Zeng was stunned. Could it be that this method is the legendary power of eye exercises? ! ! ! ! !

Of course, Teacher Zeng didn't want to believe it, but after glancing at Zhanbo next to him. . . .Resolutely spoke up, good!I do!

There is usually an eye exercise chart in the doctor's room, and the psychiatrist is no exception!Although Teacher Zeng didn't understand it very much, but. . . . . .This helped a lot. . . . . . .

The three hundred and fifty-ninth chapter of the body dance

Under Zhanbo's shocked gaze, Mr. Zeng looked at the picture, and he had already set up his posture, just about to start working on it.

The doctor sighed as if he couldn't be taught, "That's not the way!"

"Oh?" Teacher Zeng was pleasantly surprised, it would be better not to have to do such a shameful gesture!

"The way I said is this! You have to move your eyelids..."

Teacher Zeng's face suddenly collapsed, what is the difference between this and doing eye exercises. . .