As someone who hates the smell of alcohol, getting drunk is basically out of the question for me.
But at the same time, as a decent person, I got... Drunk at my first party in college.
What happened next, I only remember that my eyes went dark, and then the moment I opened my eyes, I saw myself.
To be precise, when I was 11 years old, I had just entered junior high school.
Great, I'm wearing it back.
He has also become a classmate whom he once defined as having no sense of existence.
After realizing what happened, I calmly and secretly raised my middle finger, "Oh my god, time travel... Your sister."
(This is actually not considered love. Most of it is friendship between classmates. There are not many secret loves or bright loves.)