Will Liberal Arts Students Dream of Three-Faced Undercover Agents?

I, an ordinary novelist, came to Yoneka Town without even bringing my homework in order to write material. ——It's really not about not doing homework. The guardian called: Do your homework. Even if the school is bombed, you have to do your homework. It will be mailed to you. Me:... Okay. Woohoo, this damn math! While I was writing my homework with runny nose and tears, the super handsome blond and black waiter asked me: "Can I help you?" Me (vicissitudes of life): "No need, you can't understand the pain of my seniors yet." Me (deeply): "It will collapse." The waiter smiled: "I am twenty-nine this year." ... Liar, your baby face is like 18! Concept: Every lovely person deserves to be treated with tenderness