Song Yinzhang sighed, "It looks like you're going to be first again this time."
A hint of a smile appeared in Ming Jing's eyes, "It's fine, there's always next time."
Song Yinzhang shook his head and laughed.
"Hey, can you two give it a rest? I can't enjoy the taste of this crab while you're discussing math problems. It feels like chewing wax, no flavor at all," Tao Xingxing said with a mournful face.
"In the eyes of us academic losers, there's no such thing as the last big question. What even is that?" She seemed more and more like she wanted to cry.
Ming Jing laughed and said, "Alright, we're done talking. You eat slowly."