It is true that a country cannot only look at a very small number of people. The evil done by some people cannot be blamed on everyone.

When a government is indifferent to this bad behavior, it means it is already ruined.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw that many people were angry at the incident of dumping nuclear wastewater in the news, but this could not affect the decisions of the upper class at all.

For capitalists, it is natural to sacrifice the interests of all people in exchange for their own interests, and it is not something that will be worthy of guilt.

The government is incompetent and can do nothing.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a deep sorrow.

However, his will is naturally beyond words to be appointed as an undercover agent.

It quickly adjusted.

Didn’t their generation just want to build a better country? Japan here is not his real motherland after all, it is just a similar country.

If such a thing really happens in his own country, neither he nor Zero will sit idly and be ungrateful!

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat on the sofa and went back to the room to rest later.

Only Conan was left watching TV series sitting on the sofa and concentratingly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang returned to the room and continued to study his cell phone.

I soon discovered the wonderful uses of my phone.

He discovered B station and saw all kinds of videos. He soon broke out and was immersed in the ocean of videos.

Conan, Zhu Fu Jingguang, two completely different people, each found their interests through different tools.

Listening to the TV sound from the living room, Mingming was determined to play games in the room with peace of mind.

As expected, the Internet is still good, so they can find something to do to save them from being bored.

Conan watched TV in the middle of the night, but was forced to turn off the TV by Ming Jue and had to go to bed.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's stopping power was very good. He didn't indulge in it for too long. He soon discovered other software and went to study them.

In the room, Conan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, his mind was full of Detective Sherlock.

I feel so itchy in my heart that I really want to see the follow-up.

Hearing that there was no sound, he felt that Ming Jue should go back to the room to sleep. Conan opened the door, poked out a head, and then tiptoed out.

Mingjue's room was next to the TV, so he had to whisper a little, so that Mingjue would not be heard.

He quietly turned on the TV and was soon stunned.

What is on this screen? Why is the detective Sherlock he just saw? Why is it gone!

He held two remote controls, kept the sound to a minimum, then squatted in front of the TV, and studied the various buttons on the remote control with the light of the TV.

After studying for a while, he pressed left and right, and the interface on the screen changed, but there was no detective Sherlock he was looking for.

"How do you use this thing..."

Looking at the advertisements popping up on TV, Conan was in tears.

Just watching TV, is it so troublesome...

He doesn't even know how to use the TV...

After fiddling for a while, Conan gave up and went back to his room to sleep honestly.

Fortunately, Ming definitely didn't know about this, otherwise he would definitely laugh twice.

Now this TV is too complicated, and there are even several remote controls. Not to mention that Conan doesn't know how to use it, he even studied it for a while before using it.

If it weren't for the large and convenient screen, he wouldn't like to watch this thing normally.

The next morning, Conan got up early.

Even the lights of the Fu Jing have not yet risen.

After washing up casually, he slept in front of the TV and tried to study again.

However, after fiddling for a while, the TV was blacked out and it didn't see what it wanted to see.

He accepted his fate and knocked on Mingjue's door and shouted out Mingjue, who was sleeping soundly.

Ming Jue, who was woken up, suddenly regretted reading this for him. He should have found him a few mystery novels, so that this guy would not be able to make fun of himself...

But there is no medicine for regret in the world. I have already read it halfway. If I don’t show it to him, this guy will definitely not give up.

Mingjue accepted his fate and turned on the TV, and called out the magic detective Sherlock.

Conan read it very carefully this time and wrote down every step of the Mingjue.

"Look slowly, I'll go back and continue to sleep." Ming Jue yawned and went back to his room to continue to make up for his sleep.

On a great morning, you have to sleep in.

What kind of TV is watching, wasting youth.

Mingjue slept until about nine o'clock before getting up, and Zhu Fu Jingguang unexpectedly had not woken up.

Mingjue guessed that he might have played with his phone too late last night, which caused him to oversleep.

This is easy to understand. People who have not had much contact with the Internet can easily ignore time when they first come into contact.

He was not worried that he would sink into it, that is, there was some freshness at the beginning, but when the freshness passed, it would not be like this.

Mingjue ordered a takeaway and bought breakfast for three.

When the Fu Jingguang got up, breakfast happened to arrive.

“Your breakfast, I wish you a happy meal.”

Ming Jue took the breakfast and closed the door. He happened to see Zhu Fu Jingguang coming out of the room.

"I woke up just right, I bought breakfast." Ming Jue shook the bag in his hand.

He bought buns, spring rolls, meat patties, soy milk, and fried dough sticks to ensure balanced nutrition.

A sound of rumbling sound came from Conan's stomach. He was already hungry, but he was addicted to watching the show and ignored it.

After being mentioned by Ming Jue, the feeling of hunger is hard to control.

He ran to Mingjue, took a breakfast, and then ran back to the sofa with a sensation.

Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head and laughed. This child was really fascinated.

"Don't look at it for too long, it's not good for your eyes."

Conan said without looking back: "I understand."

"Go and wash." Mingjue patted his shoulder.

"Um."

Mingjue drank soy milk and fried dough sticks, and sat on the dining table chatting with Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Are you still going out today?"

"No, I want to continue to study mobile phones." Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head. He is very interested in mobile phones now, and he has not figured out the phones' many functions.

"The organization also sent us mobile phones, but at present, there are only functions such as communication and sending and receiving emails." Looking at this now, it doesn't look like the same creature.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice was not loud. Conan watched the TV intently and did not notice the conversation here.

"It's normal to have fewer functions at the beginning, and it's all developing slowly."

"About Fukushima's nuclear wastewater discharge..."

"Well, don't bring yourself in. You are not from this world and have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to be sorry."

Although something is really hateful, it does have nothing to do with them.

"Well..." Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a while, lowered his head to eat buns.

"Does your phone still have electricity? I'll get you a charger if it doesn't work."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at it and found that the battery life of the mobile phone was only 15%.

“Not much.”
Chapter completed!