I am provoking someone. Why am I in a place I don't recognize when I wake up?
Etc. Let me think about it. It seemed like someone was talking to me before going to bed. Then I punched him twice and he turned into a panda with eyes.
Why. You know that I am the most unprovoked before and after I go to bed. Why then?
That's right. It seems like this is the world of the Prince of Tennis. LUCKY． Prince of tennis = handsome guy = feast for the eyes = photos = money.
Is today my lucky day? Kindness. Organize it. According to the Law of Net King's Time Travel. This must be some prince's family. There must be something attractive about this body. It's not that you play tennis well. It's just that the appearance is superb. NANI? Ah. ． ． ． ． This must be a lie.
What? Be real. Sweat. So I don't know Japanese. I don't know the prince. No tennis skills.
The most important thing is actually. No money? Ah. How to live without money?
(How come there are such stingy people in the world? Isn't that how you treat people? Is it because you are remembering that I hit him?)
Going to school after all the hard work. But he found that there was a scary cheerleader beside the prince. To save your life. I'd better admire them quietly.
But why is everything unsatisfactory? Is it really that difficult to live a peaceful life?