I wonder how this happened.
How can a person's heart be so brittle?
"This is the eel, this is the eel, this is the eel, this is the eel."
"After all, eels are natural, air is natural, air is naughty, air is good, air is naughty."
"I don't know what to do," he said.
I just wanted to protect endangered species.
"Isn't that a summer bat?
I was calling Tsuchiya when I had a feeling that Murasaki was not well.
Time is late August.
It was after dinner when Mio tried a curry powder meal on the cold guy while stressing out, "Um, it's about time, it's the first semester of the financial debriefing.
"Summer butte?"
"I kind of tend to forget, but Murasaki's still a rookie, too, right?
"Seya."
"Where the environment has changed gallantly in the job, the cooler is broken or too much plush to buy money"
"Uh."
"Isn't that how you got your strength cut and buttered?
Especially when it's easy to get sick.
It is not hard to imagine that it would be even harder for Murasaki, who is small in body.
"Sounds like it. If you ask me, I should think first. '
"Right?"
I noticed. That's all I have to do to manage her body. "
"Stop saying that. Well, don't even notice."
"Something happened?
The reason Murasaki realized it wasn't a summer bat was extremely simple.
"Mr. Mio buttered"
"Ooh."
"Sometimes I tried to call you when Mio was around, but I'm sorry. It's butterflies."
The white, blue and skin-toned objects melting on the sofa in the corner of my vision are Mr. Mio.
White is shirt, blue is shorts and skin tone is skin color. I can't really look directly at it.
"Without and suddenly again"
"I also thought it was due to a slight change in my diet recently..."
It does not act like it induces summer bats in tofu or fried oil.
Rather, it is said that it has an anti-summer bat effect as a good protein source for digestion. After all, soybeans are great.
Do you know why?
"Tsuchiya, you're a trading company too, so we'll meet at the customer's place, right?
"What? Sora, I'll do it two or three times a week."
Suddenly, I don't care what you say.
"If it's a well-thought-out company, you'll respond in a well-cooled room, won't you?
'... what's the setup?
Answer the question of the earthen house, which seems to have been guessed.
"Eighteen degrees."
"Eighteen degrees."
Needless to say, we are talking about the set temperature of the cooling in the conference room.
"Recently a business partner involved seems to fully burst the cooling when customers arrive"
"Cold air shelling or something"
"Of course the coffee is ice packed."
Fulba's loop. But there's a bluff. "
There is a noise of a dirt house snorting furiously across the phone.
It's the old type of company, and that's what happens now and then. I want you to give me a break because this is a cool biz. I'm not even nice to the planet.
"Mio went to a guest like that a week after the start of the basin."
"Tough."
"Oh, it's melting on the couch now"
"It's melting."
"Yes, it's melting."
I won't make any moves other than hitting the turnaround and making a "mmm" noise from earlier, and I'm pretty sure you're saying it's melting.
Dinner used a taste change to eat it all, but it was a little painful to watch.
"In addition to Murasaki, Hayao is also a Summer Butter..."
"It's not about the season."
"Nah. Then Matsu."
"What?"
"Bake it"
Summer bat measures.
Bake.
That is.
"Meat?"
"Meat."
"Wait a minute."
"Oops?"
I put a no in the dirt house and I opened my notebook. The cover reads "Mr. Mio's Confidential Note," which details the calorie intake from the basin dawn and others.
"By deduction...... consumption...... period...... still slightly positive...... hmmm......"
Mr. Mio is a hard worker. I can tell from the notebook that you tolerate dietary restrictions and exercise well.
If you grilled meat or something at this time, wouldn't that effort attribute it to blisters?
"... no"
In that, I remember the day Murasaki came. A happy face from Mr. Mio's heart with a lamb in front of him.
"Right."
"Matsu?"
"All right, Earthhouse."
"What is it?"
"The Minnesota Hunger Experiment."
"Oh my God!?
Minnesota Hunger Experiment.
It was an experiment conducted between the end of World War II and the post-war period to examine the effects of starvation on humans. That's what they call it from what they did at the University of Minnesota in the United States.
Thirty-six white men were subjects and said they had actually experienced a state of semi-famous for twenty-four weeks. The findings obtained there will be used to support activities in developing countries and conflict zones.
"... and I read it online before"
"Matthieu will probably live online, too."
Of course, Mr. Mio's diet is not half-starved.
What you need to see is a change that has happened to your mind more than a change that has happened to your body.
Many subjects said they also experienced depression and mental distress close to it, even if there were no physical abnormalities.
frustrated or unwilling to do things. In that state, there's no way you can keep on dieting.
"Tsuchiya"
"Ooh."
"Bake it."
"Let's Bake"
Motivation. That's an important thing to call a source of all vitality.
I tend to think of it as a matter of guts and feelings because of the "chi," but not necessarily.
Motivation, motivation, motivation. They are also a splendid scientific phenomenon, as evidenced by various studies, including the Minnesota Hunger Experiment.
"Matsumoto...? Who are you talking to...? I'm asleep, so I don't know...?
Mio, who is also tired of melting, puts a black and yellow box on the couch.
I told my employer about the start of the festival.
"Mr. Mio, I'll bake it."
"What...?
"Meat."
"Meat"
Mr. Mio's spine stretched.
"Hey, how many meats? Sasami?
"To the calamari, to the loin, it's missy"
"Ushi."
It's a cow.
"Us, Using Us"
"I'll use a cow"
"..."
I wonder if you're happy.
"Ugh!
Talk to Tsuchiya while sedating Mio, who lost a vocabulary other than ours.
With Murasaki's convenience, it was decided to host the Meat Festival, which ends this weekend.