I laughed and pounced on him and jumped on his back from behind him: "You're nervous too, aren't you?" You're looking forward to it, aren't you? "Let go, what are you jumping?" If you really have it, what should you do? He laughed and ripped my hand off. I looked at him and pouted, "You said you really have it, what should I do?" "Let's wait until we're sure." With that, he led me to the elevator. I was depressed. I thought he would say, "If you have it, you will be born." But