Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 333: The Satisfaction of the Beautiful Doctor, Shiraishi Nagi's Choice

Chapter 333: The Satisfaction of the Beautiful Doctor, Shiraishi Nagi's Choice
Hojo Sakura looked at Miura Masami expressionlessly.

Never said a word.

Masami Miura was feeling anxious.

at last.

Hojo Sakura shook her head.

"I refuse," she said calmly.

Masami Miura's heart sank sharply and her whole body felt cold.

"Why? Sakura, what about the justice you seek? Have you forgotten what you said?"

"No reason, I refused, that's all." Hojo Sakura's tone was very cold.

Masami Miura even forgot how he walked out of Hojo Sakurana's apartment.

She walked down the street with lifeless eyes.

Hojo Sakura's expression of rejection kept replaying in my head.

How to do?
What should I do.

The status, honor, and value that you have worked so hard to obtain will all become nothing.

Is my life going to collapse like this?

Master, can you save me?

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There was silence in the apartment.

The three people except Furukawa Miu remained silent.

I don't understand what this beautiful doctor is saying.

cough.
Fang Zuo coughed lightly, trying to make his voice sound calm and composed, with a certain air of understanding. "Is that all? Just rely on visualization? Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

He didn't know whether he could rely on visualization alone, so he could only use his own experience as a cultivator to ask questions.

"Of course we have to pay attention to a lot of things," said Miu Furukawa.

Fang Zuo nodded.

I know it's not that simple.

"Visualization? What is visualization? Things to keep in mind, for example, are the need to follow the formula λdB>n1/3. Broadly speaking, the wavelength of matter waves must be greater than the distance between particles. This is fundamental, and you must pay attention to this, otherwise you won't succeed."

Miu Furukawa talked about this power tool completely forgetting her own embarrassment.

The little face was serious.

It seems as if these are their sacred and inviolable areas.

"What do you mean by visualization? Is it a religious term? I think it's quite appropriate. Visualize, visualize," Furukawa Miu repeated, climbing to her feet. She naturally took the yellowed notebook from Sakura Kurumi's hand and began writing something.
While writing, he muttered to himself:

"The religious term 'visualization' is amazing and very appropriate. I was surprised that it could explain the neural representation reconstruction, the generation of adversarial neural networks, and the rendering prediction encoding optimization in just two bytes."

After completing the record, Furukawa Miu nodded with satisfaction.

The other three people were silenced again.

If you can understand what Dr. Miu Furukawa said before.

That formula just now is simply a mystery
I suffered from the lack of education.

Fang Zuo walked forward.

He put his hand on the top of Furukawa Miu's head.

Understand in the way you are most familiar with.

"What are you doing?" Furukawa Miu nervously hugged her braless curves with her arms.

Things that are not bound jump very lively.

"Shut up and close your eyes." Fang Zuo shouted.

Miu Furukawa quickly closed her eyes obediently.

Chiba Iori quietly put his head close to Yingkong Kurumi's ear and said, "Kurumi-chan, we men are so cool."

"You don't even need to tell me that." Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes and was suddenly stunned: "What are you talking about? How did it become yours? Don't talk nonsense!"

"Don't deny it." Chiba Iori showed a contemptuous expression: "What's wrong with lending it to me to play with? Let's play together, why are you so stingy?"

This side of Fang Zuo.

A divine thought probed Furukawa Miu's body.

The meridians throughout this woman's body are unusually wide.

But that's nothing unusual.

Nagano Rei also has the two meridians of heaven and earth.

At most, it may be a gifted talent.

And in the depression above the quadrigeminal body in the middle of Furukawa Miu's brain, there was indeed a crystal-like gray-red oval body.

It is emitting some strange fluctuations.

Fang Zuo frowned.

This part of the brain is the location of the third eye in both Taoism and Buddhism.

After a cultivator has opened his third eye, the small body in his brain will gradually turn into the shape of an eye.

Then it connects to the meridians throughout the body.

Not only can you see through illusions and yin bodies.

You can also practice related supernatural powers such as clairvoyance.

When those ancient mighty ones have cultivated to the extreme, the divine seal of the Heavenly Eye will penetrate their bodies and form a third eye on their foreheads.

Look up at the thirty-three heavens, and look down at the underworld and the Yellow Springs.

And it has endless uses.

He really has great supernatural powers.

In the ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant, opening the third eye was almost a must for cultivators.

However, looking at the shape of the crystals of Furukawa Miu, it doesn't seem to be due to the opening of the third eye.

Fang Zuo slowly moved his spiritual thoughts closer to the crystal.

The moment of touch.

Furukawa Miu trembled, her face flushed and she stared at Fang Zuo with wide eyes.

Almost moaned.

It was as if someone had touched her most private place.

And the crystal suddenly became unstable.

Fang Zuo didn't dare to force it, and his spiritual thoughts withdrew.

"What are we men doing?" Chiba Iori curiously leaned over and asked, "Why does this female doctor seem to have arrived?"

"How should I know?" Sakura Kurumi rolled her eyes.

"Since you've been studying particles for so long, what do you think of Yin-Yang magic?" Fang Zuo asked in his preferred approach. "Or, what is spiritual energy? Have you figured it out?"

Japan's Yin-Yang magic almost comes from Taoism and Buddhism.

Although these are all things I learned incorrectly, at least I have found my own way.

However, the spiritual energy consumed is very low, and most of them are at the Qi Refining level, with a few at the Foundation Establishment level.

In this era, people at this level can barely replenish their spiritual energy by retreating into seclusion.

Since I don't understand what this woman said, I will ask questions in the areas I am good at.
I believe that even if I don't understand her answer, I can still understand it to some extent.

Furukawa Miu took a deep breath and calmed down a little.

But the body couldn't calm down.

His cheeks were flushed and he looked very hungry.

Her beautiful watery eyes still looked at Fang Zuo with muddy eyes.

In her heart, she had long regarded this man who could control particles as the most shameless person in the world.

They actually used particles to do such shameless things.

I broke my frenulum the last time we met.

This time it's even more excessive.

I almost screamed out loud.

Even spit out a little.

"Spiritual energy? All similar things in the world, after my research, are composed of three types of basic particles." Furukawa Miu's red lips exhaled an extremely hot, moist and charming breath that sprayed on Fang Zuo's face:
"Of course, I have to state first that this is based on the extended standard model. This is just my current research, and I don't rule out discoveries."

"The first category is real-world particles: composed of quarks, leptons, and bosons. This is what Yin-Yang practitioners call spiritual energy.

That is the so-called various elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

Can construct most of the objects and energy bodies on this planet.

There are many branches in this category, such as the Boltzmann brain quantum with negative entropy.

This kind of particle is more commonly used by ghosts and onmyojis.

The second category is virtual particles: such as dark matter and massive particles.

Oni, Shikigami, and souls are all like this. Due to the lack of high-energy instruments, I cannot conduct in-depth research.

The third category is consciousness particles: such as quantum particles and Majorana fermions.

My brain waves are particles of consciousness.

There is also the so-called religious incense generated by group emotions, which is also something that major religions are using now and also belongs to the particles of consciousness.

The incense that these believers believe in is most likely a type of Majorana fermion.

Fang Zuo carefully thought about what Furukawa Miu said.

Although I still don’t understand many of the terms, at least I get the general idea.

Suddenly I had a different understanding of this world than that of a monk.

If it weren't for this beautiful doctor, I would have at least reached the Yang Shen realm if I had understood all this.

Fang Zuo stared at Furukawa Miu.

He kept looking her up and down.

No wonder that guy Zhou Yuanyan asked me to have sex with her.

She is said to be a top-notch research talent.

There are not many people who even someone as proud as Zhou Yuanyan admires him.

Now it seems that he was not lying. The explanation of these particle systems has already crushed what Zhou Yuanyan had worked so hard to research.

"Why are you looking at me? What do you want to do?" Furukawa Miu bit her lower lip and looked at the man opposite her with caution. The man's eyes seemed to want to swallow her up.
Even though the ecstatic feeling just now seemed to have been chewed up by him and then spit out.

"By the way, what were those particles you just touched me with?" Furukawa Miu suddenly remembered this and instantly put all the other things behind her. "Will you let me study you?"

"It's not a problem for you to study it." Fang Zuo nodded, turned to Yingkong Hutao and said, "Leave her to me. I'll take her to see Zhou Yuanyan. You can talk about looking for her after she comes back."

It wasn't surprising that Yingkong Kurumi saw Fang Zuo and Zhou Yuanyan together in the laboratory last time.

Nod.

Fang Zuo waved his hand and disappeared with Furukawa Miu.

"Walnut sauce" Chiba Iori widened her beautiful eyes and saw the two people disappear. She rubbed her eyes, her red lips parted, and her expression was exaggerated: "We men are too strong, aren't we? Where did you pick up this psychic?"

"Who told you we..." Yingkong Kurumi turned her head and said, "Tell me about yourself. What about you? What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? It seems I can't complete Dr. Furukawa's mission." Chiba Iori shrugged. "Let the rest of the organization make a killing."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to report back."

"Are you planning to return to North America?" Sakura Kurumi said, "Can't you stay in Japan? I can protect you."

Chiba Iori just looked at Sakura Kurumi without saying anything.

After a long while, he said, "This is the path I chose myself. Don't worry about me."

"Don't think I'm bragging. Even if I can't, my man can." Yingkong Kurumi said seriously: "You have to believe me."

"He's our man." Chiba Iori corrected: "I understand. If one day I get tired of him, I will come to you and our man."

"mine!!"

"Don't be so stingy! It's not like you can break it!!"

In the taxi.

Miu Furukawa sat in the back row and looked at Fang Zuo excitedly.

That look seemed to want to swallow Fang Zuo.

"You can actually manipulate virtual particle chains. I've never studied this ability before. I've only seen it in a few religions. How do you do it?"

"It would probably take a million-qubit array to form an Einstein condensate as large as the two of us, and to fold space to achieve apparent superluminal movement, achieving a wormhole-like effect."

"That's amazing! I'm so excited. Why aren't you talking? Say something!"

Miu Furukawa asked questions one after another.

Once she got to the topic of her research, all the fear and embarrassment she had just felt disappeared.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to pay attention to her. He just pretended not to hear her and closed his eyes to rest.

The driver in front looked in the rearview mirror and looked at Furukawa Miu as if she were an idiot.

He glanced at Fang Zuo with pity.

Came to the underground laboratory of the University of Tokyo, Japan.

Zhou Yuanyan was surprised to see the two people who suddenly appeared, and immediately gave a wicked smile of understanding.

He asked Fang Zuo to deal with that woman again and again.

He always looks like he doesn't want to bother with anything.

The results of it.

It’s time to whip.

Zhou Yuanyan patted Fang Zuo's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"Talk to her." Fang Zuo didn't explain: "I don't understand the nonsense she's saying."

"However, I do understand one thing. This woman is much stronger than you."

Zhou Yuanyan's good mood suddenly became a little bad again.

------

In a studio in the suburbs of Osaka.

An old voice shouted loudly.

He cursed loudly without any concealment.

"Watch out! Don't try to learn the fucking three-act structure! A real gangster movie is like seppuku: not only does the foreplay have to be graceful, but you also have to maintain an orgasmic expression even when your intestines are spilling out!" Kitano Takeshi shouted.

"Move, move your arms, move! Haven't you guys eaten yet? I'd rather feed you guys two pounds of Kobe beef to the camera than to feed you guys!"

"Look at your robotic arm panning the camera. It's even less attractive than the waists of women in a brothel."

“It makes me sick!!!”

"Yes." Several directors and cameramen wiped the sweat from their heads.

The temperature in the studio was already high, and coupled with their anxiety, several staff members were soaked.

They swallowed.

Even though when Takeshi Kitano scolds someone, it can be so humiliating that it can reach deep into the soul.

but.

This is where you learn the most.

Kitano Takeshi taught them the most valuable experience with his rude words.

just.

That's a bit too harsh.

Just when several people were complaining in their hearts.

A refreshing cool breeze blew over.

In this hot shed.

In an instant, they felt as refreshing as if they had eaten ice watermelon in summer.

Several people turned their heads in surprise.

I don't know where this little guy, Yui Oda, got the huge blade fan used in the restaurant kitchen.

Towards my side.

If you want to get this thing, you have to go to the center of Osaka.

She worked so hard!!
This considerate little thing, no wonder everyone likes her!
Oda Yui stood next to the giant fan and gave everyone a cheering gesture! !
The little face is smiling.

"Keep going!! Let's put our expertise on the line!! For ourselves and for Yui!!"

"Yes!!!"

Several people roared as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Kitano Takeshi's side suddenly fell silent.

He stood up from the director's chair and looked at the script in his hand, his anger rising.

These lines from the script, which were adapted by the investors, made Kitano Takeshi's old face look extremely angry.

Kitano Takeshi took out his phone and dialed the video call. A white old man in a suit appeared on the video call:

"Hey, I want to know who changed the script? Don't tell me it was Spielberg!!"

"Even if it was him, I'd stick my katana up his ass. He still owes me two bottles of Yamazaki whiskey last Christmas!"

"Also, I'm filming a gangster movie, why did you give me a healing black teenager character? Why the hell didn't you ask the mafia to celebrate Peppa Pig's birthday?"

"Why do my gangster movies have so many things that men don't act like men?"

"What? Gender and racial values are also important? I am worth nothing to you, XXX!!!"

Kitano Takeshi cursed loudly, pointed at the script and continued:

“Why were so many Japanese dialect lines completely deleted?”

"Who deleted it? Don't tell me it was the review department!!"

"My film hasn't even been finished yet and the censorship is starting, so why is the Japanese dialect being censored?"

"What? ChatGPT optimized? Why didn't it optimize the entire Showa era?"

The old man on the other side of the video chat responded and then remained silent in response to Takeshi Kitano's angry curses.

It wasn't until Kitano Takeshi paused for a moment that he spread his hands and said regretfully:

"I'm sorry, Director Kitano Takeshi, these are the requirements of the investors. Not just you, but all works must be mandatory to include [Global Value Review AI], and all violent scenes must also be reviewed by AI's emotional analysis."

"Analysis and review?" Kitano Takeshi ripped open his shirt to reveal the bullet wound on his left chest. "I still have a scar here from a stray bullet from the Mishima Yukio incident. Can AI analyze this?"

He grabbed the script and angrily tore it up in front of the camera: "Listen, Jim, this script edited by your so-called value-censoring AI is more disgusting than hemorrhoids!"

Kitano Takeshi's final roar echoed throughout the studio: "Tell those vultures of the Jewish consortium: Even if you gnaw away only half the skeleton of Japanese cinema, I, Kitano Takeshi, will crawl into the next century!"

boom.

The phone in Kitano Takeshi's hand was smashed to the ground.

Fragments all over the ground.

at this time.

A pair of small fists appeared obediently and tapped Kitano Takeshi's tense shoulders.

Kitano Takeshi turned around and smiled kindly at Oda Yui: "Don't worry, Yui, this is why I don't plan to make movies anymore, but you gave me hope. I will never let those damn Jewish capitalists insult me and your hard work."

"Remember, Yui, real movies are made with one's life at stake: the money of capital can never buy the souls of all filmmakers."

Oda Yui nodded.

I miss Onii-chan and mom so much
Onii-chan will definitely be able to solve these problems.

It's nothing to him.

And this moment.

Far away in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was standing in a dilapidated single-family house, frowning.

In his hand was a diary and a portrait of a Self-Defense Force member.

Behind her were Makie in a suit and the little girl.

The little girl held onto Ma Feihui's suit tightly and hid behind her.

In front of him was a person kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed tightly against Shiraishi Nagimitsu's feet.

A woman crying loudly.