At a certain variety show tea party, everyone watched with great interest as the three of them with the highest IQs played with Russian matryoshka dolls. (Brain Capacity: What a sad story)
Later, on the way home after disbanding, a certain Qinglan, who had just finished cosplaying Mr. Tuo, whom he had been thinking about for a long time, and played a game of You Predict, I Predict Him, unexpectedly ran into the original Dazai Osamu around a corner.
A certain Qinglan: Ah, let me write a script now.
Purpose: To prohibit matryoshka dolls and excessive imagination.