In order to grasp the weakness of Oshima school's rival husband, who had not won the presidency, he was ordered to work at a no-pan shabu shabu shop where meetings of Oshima school are frequently held. One day, I was unable to stand the gaze of a customer who told me that it was for my husband. A group of Oshima people come to the store to bring people from a pharmaceutical company. It was a dumpling that I could finally wash my feet from this embarrassing job after finding out the colorfulness of the Oshima school while enduring excessive sexual harassment.