365 days a year do not want to open

The online purchase record of the sub-communicator will always remind the owner of the parent communicator as soon as possible, and sleeping pills, a common drug used to help sleep, are obsolete products that are about to be eliminated in the interstellar era.

Because people have developed more and more effective sleep aids, such as incense, instruments and so on.

There are many kinds of insomnia. Strictly speaking, Monarch Heller's insomnia is not an ordinary insomnia. His problem is that he cannot enter a deep sleep like a normal person.

When resting, the consciousness seems to be still awake.

Physical rest doesn't bring mental relief, that's pretty much it.

Pills were never on Heller's radar, so he wondered why low-class people would buy such cheap, useless, outdated products.

The question flashed across the mind, replaced by the fact that the inferior man could not sleep.

Insomnia is a disease, and the young monarch, who himself suffers from insomnia, has a [-]% say in it.

Chief Medical Officer of the Empire: No!You have been refusing to admit that you are sick!

Heller would rather numb himself with alcohol and addictive incense than have the chief medical officer treat him.

The useless chief medical officer thought that his fate in this life was to be hidden in the snow, but what he didn't expect was that His Majesty actually summoned him.

He was also asked about insomnia.

"—!!"

Has His Majesty finally realized that he is sick and needs to be treated?

Then let them have a good chat.

"What causes insomnia to ordinary people?" Heller's first question after summoning the chief medical officer.

"Your Majesty, there are many causes of insomnia, which can be roughly divided into two categories, one is caused by physiological diseases, and the other is caused by psychological diseases." The chief medical officer said.

To put it bluntly, it is a physical illness, or a mental illness.

In Heller's mind, the strong body of the inferior, the hot embrace, and the powerful arms that make people have nowhere to escape...

"The body is not sick."

It is impossible to get sick. The three meals a day of the inferior people are all nutritious and balanced food, and they have never been harsh on food and drink.

The gym is also open every day, so there's no way the lower class can get sick.

"That's mental illness." The chief medical officer bravely looked at their Majesty. Indeed, His Majesty was tall and strong, with a radiant complexion, and he was in better condition than he had ever seen before. Even the bloodshot eyes were gone. It is impossible for the body to get sick, so he said: "If you are in a bad mood and think too much, it will affect the quality of sleep. So, you should relax and think more about happy things."

Insomnia of inferior people = mental illness = unhappiness

Heller's eyes and pupils shrank, and he tried to think back, what is there to make the inferior people unhappy in the current life?

Beloved works can not be published smoothly?

But he didn't say he wouldn't provide identification.

On the contrary, if the other party asks for help, Heller is even willing to fight for more royalties for the other party.

If not for this reason, is it because of loneliness?

Inferior people often use this word on their lips, and want someone to be with them constantly.

The young monarch was a little guilty, but he said one thing and another, he had been there very frequently, and even went out secretly a few times and was almost discovered by the guards.

Rule out this cause.

Heller pretended to be puzzled, hiding a little bit of guilt, but in fact he knew the answer, it should be marriage.

The inferior people did not want him to marry.

Knowing that the wedding date was getting closer, His Majesty's beautiful lips were slightly pursed, and the serious look made the chief medical officer hold his breath.

?Why did His Majesty suddenly lose his mind?

hard to do.

Heller was immersed in his own thoughts for a long time, but he couldn't think of an effective solution, so he could only take some measures to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

For example, send a device to treat insomnia to the inferior people.

Wu Ye received a massage chair and couldn't figure it out, but he was very happy to lie on it for a massage after exercising.

The publishing house contacted Wu Ye again today and asked him when he could upload his identification and sign a contract with them.

Signing the contract is not a problem, the problem is that there is no ID card.

Wu Ye thought for a long time, and then contacted the mysterious person and the other party to explain this matter, expressing his thoughts on publishing this Virgo.

Red Wine Cookie: "It's really troublesome, then leave it to me."

Once this matter is resolved, I shouldn't have insomnia...

At the publishing house, a communication was suddenly received. When he saw the source clearly, the operator stood up, his eyes flustered, and he looked for his immediate boss!

"The interns are frizzy, why is the communication so flustered?"

The boss came over to take a look, his eyes widened, and the first thought in his heart was: their publishing house has not committed crimes recently!

Why would the court contact them!

"I still... ask the president to pick it up."

This communication request, which frightened everyone, was answered by the president tremblingly, and it took 2 minutes to complete it.

"President, what's the situation?" Everyone present was very curious.

The president wiped off his sweat: "Everyone will work overtime tonight. We must draw up a perfect contract. Tomorrow I will personally take the contract to the palace to discuss publishing matters."

Now the president is thinking about whether he can buy the publishing rights of that book by spending all the existing funds of the publishing house, plus his own coffin book.

After the mysterious person took over the publishing matter, Wu Ye concentrated on writing, sculpting, and enjoying the life of salted fish.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wu Ye found that his standard of living seemed to have improved.

The deliveryman delivered all kinds of delicacies every now and then, all kinds of food that he had never seen before. After checking it online, Wu Ye felt his stomach trembling, because he ate half a planet just now.

To be precise, half a planet's worth of food.

It's autumn in Zeratul, and the weather is starting to cool down.

The indoor temperature is constant all year round, which has no effect on Wu Ye.

Only on the balcony can you feel a hint of autumn.

Looking at the autumn clothes sent over, Wu Ye showed a helpless expression, because he didn't go out, so he didn't have the opportunity to wear these clothes that fit the season.

Tapping his fingers on the table, the black-haired young man was thinking, why hasn't the sleeping pill warning taken effect yet?

Are you going to sit still?

After the routine date, Wu Ye and the mysterious man lay side by side on the bed, both of them still had the blush after exercising just now.

Wu Ye: "On the planet where I was born, the ginkgo trees have turned yellow. I want to see them."

The mysterious man took a long breath, paused, and finally said nothing.

Wu Ye: "Zeratul also has ginkgo trees, so you can see them from Zeratul."

I can't see the ginkgo trees in my hometown, so the next best thing is to see the ginkgo trees here, and if I don't agree, I will be a scumbag.

The mysterious scumbag pulled the quilt, turned his head, covered half of his face, and sent out a good night signal.

Wu Ye: ...

Should not be ah.

The iron-blooded indifference of the mysterious man has been proved to be just a misunderstanding in every trivial matter.

Wu Ye thought for a while, opened the small drawer on the bedside, took out the brand new bottle of sleeping pills, shook it, and the pills inside made a warning sound.

It is a bit complicated to open the bottle cap for the first time, and you can only feel it slowly if you can't see it with your eyes.

But before Wu Ye opened it, a hand snatched the bottle away.

This medicine is cheap and has side effects.

"Hello?" After the bottle was snatched away, Wu Ye felt himself being lifted up, and then brought to the living room, his shoulders were pinned down, uh... the next touch was a massage chair?

what the hell.

Wu Ye was forced to enjoy the service of the instrument on the massage chair. Although it was very comfortable, it made people drowsy... wait, drowsy?

With a flash of inspiration, Wu Ye felt that he had grasped the truth.

Did the mysterious person think that he bought sleeping pills to treat insomnia?

That's why I bought this massage chair.

Wu Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then he was a little moved. It was because he cared about himself, and a man with a strong aura would do this.

When he was about to fall asleep, Wu Ye held the palm of the mysterious person who was with him and asked, "I want to see the ginkgo leaves."

After he fell asleep, Heller narrowed his eyes in embarrassment, hesitating between two options, one, carry him into the bedroom, two, lay the massage chair flat, and let the other party continue to sleep.

It may wake you up if you hold it in, but it doesn't seem to be impossible to put it here.

When Wu Ye woke up the next day, he found that he was still lying on a flat massage chair, covered with a thin quilt.

Received a good news in the morning, the publishing contract was signed, let him have a look.

Everything is fine, but when Wu Ye saw the final amount of remuneration, he narrowed his eyes, thinking that he had made a mistake.

Is this number correct?

If the small employee engaged in the contract is discovered by the publishing house, is it possible that he will lose his fortune?

Wu Ye took the initiative to contact the publisher and pointed out the mistake to them.

The other party said yes, this is the number!

Wu Ye was surprised at first, then thought for a while, as if he understood something.

The weather in Zeratul's royal capital today is not very good, cloudy.

But the next day was fine and sunny.

Early in the morning, Wu Ye received a message from Red Wine Cookie: Put on your clothes for going out, and I'll come find you right away.

Wu Ye: Where are you going?

Red wine cookies: look at ginkgo biloba.

The whole sentence in Heller's mind should be: Take you to see the damn ginkgo leaves in your hometown that you can't forget.

The repeater is still effective, it is the first time to go out√

That pile of fall outfits that no one cares about finally came in handy today.

Wu Ye was a little dazzled for a while, it was the first time to go out on a date with a daughter-in-law in this world, so she couldn't dress too casually.

Wu Ye: [Picture] Is it okay to wear this suit?

In the picture is a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes. His eyes are not wearing blindfolds, and his whole face can be seen. The other party has a smile on his mouth, his eyes are gentle, and he looks very happy.

Heller didn't pay attention to his clothes. He looked at the young man's face and thought, is he happy because he can go out?

Not long after, Wu Ye posted another one: "Picture" This color seems to be more suitable for autumn.

But this is not Wu Ye's ultimate goal: "May I know what you are wearing? I want to wear something similar."

It's a date after all.

Heller thought, even if you wear it, you won't be able to see it, silly.

Wine Cookies: "Second set."

After answering, His Majesty began to look for similar clothes in his closet, which was his biggest concession.

Wu Ye didn't know that in order to take him out, the mysterious man found a name to seal off the area to ensure that no one saw them go out.

Security Bureau staff: "Then...the monitoring should also be turned off?"

Boss: "It's not shutting it down, it's handing it over to His Majesty for management, and the time limit is one day."

Everyone: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard, and you will personally participate in this kind of exercise."

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