Drag me to the club room, and I keep complaining. Actually, I'm not complaining. What's more, I do the guard, take care of him, he takes care of him. Repeatedly let him worry about our children's eggs in my stomach, because I have been dizzy.

Well, who can control this situation? I don't want to get dizzy if possible.

In the club room, I was dragged to sign up for an audition by a senior named Tony, and R was dragged to the other side, including Tybalt's actors.

The audition is underway, and I perform according to my previous role. I'm not talking about the script, it's just that the...