What should people do if they time travel while cosplaying Gojo Satoru's passionate playing of the erhu at the Comic Exhibition?
By the way, a broken bowl that my friend placed at my feet as a prank also passed through. There were a few coins lying inside.
Don't panic, you can survive.
I adjusted my glasses that had fallen off, and said to Fushiguro Shir and I, Gojo Satoru, who stopped fighting and looked at me with stern eyes -
"Well, the rich will get paid for it, and the poor..." I raised my chin, not losing my momentum at all, "Just sell yourself. Not everyone can buy my songs."
PS: first person perspective
Intention: None