When you accidentally travel through time, should you complain calmly or doubt your life?
When I woke up, I had a pink and cute little sister, and from then on I started to have the girl-controlling attributes of an atypical otaku...
Feel free to submit your comments, since I don't even understand nutrient solutions or anything like that. Wait, I'm not a contracted writer, so it shouldn't matter if I don't understand it: P (a nod from a lazy late-stage cancer patient who hates trouble) But I will read the comments, and thank you in advance for the others (?)
The number of words to be updated is unstable and the date is uncertain (probably), but first set a flag: don't cheat on the text (don't dare to say it three times: P)
