God, you have ignored me for 20 years and made me miserable for half my life. Now I finally have my eyes opened! I wasn't hit by a car, I traveled through time! Hahaha. ． ． Woo woo woo. ． ． But why is that, that "I" a genius boy, or a candidate for the next top pick in the next world who is attracted by thousands of people, has a wealth of knowledge, is well-spoken, and is full of knowledge (... I will omit 250 idioms here). God, please punish me!
How can I perform this play without being ruined by me, and how can I interpret the life of this new life? ． ．