I looked at their math though, and it wasn't so far ahead of Canada's surprisingly. I realised that a lot of the surrounding kids were talking about us. Japanese kids are a riot. Buddy1 went for the sneeze attack, palm block by Buddy2, and the reversal goober-wipe on Buddy2's sleeve. All this done with ne're a grin.
Japanese kids are hilarious.
Japanese train conductors have a disturbing tendency to leave the driver's seat to sell tickets throughout the train. It'd be Speed3. I sit on a spacious bench across from a spacious bench, in the corner, of course. On the three opposite corners are three teenage guys, all wearing sneakers and white t-shirts, and peculiarly the same maroon and purple plaid pants. One may not find this amazing, but if one could see these pants, one would realise that the statistical probability of this situation rivals an Alexa story.