Apples and flying chess are called games of the gods.
Morrie: I don't want to play at all! Please let go
You Changqing: It's really boring, but you are more interesting (laughing and touching your head)
Morrie (crying when his head was touched): Pervert, go away! !
You Changqing (Glimpse)
Morrie (full of tears of gratitude): I'm so happy to be touched on the head! ! ! !
Ancient times, modern times, cultivation, the end of the world, the future... As the worlds traveled from one world to another, Mori felt that it would be better to die_(:зゝ∠)_ At least Mama no longer has to worry about my heart disease! !