I am a world book that was used as a memo by a certain uncle who calls himself the God of Creation because he is too forgetful. . .
Later, someone committed suicide because he was too unreliable. Before he died, he held on to the World Book and begged me with snot and tears to revive him. . .
Thus, my miserable career as a scholar began. . Hehe. . . .
I^(*￣(oo)￣)^is really not surprised at all. . . .