"You're only 75 and already buried!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.
If I could be buried at 75, I would have died with a smile on my face...
Meng Lang sighed inwardly.
"Even so, why do I have to be one of the majority, while you and Haitang aren't numb? You've got light in your eyes, right? Why can you still freely pursue your dreams?"
Meng Lang thought seriously for a moment.
"Maybe... it's because we both have some special talents?"
"You have it, and I don't? I'm also called a genius, you know!" Yan Weiwei said, not convinced.
"Then maybe it's because... you haven't worked hard enough? Think about it, if you had tried a little harder before and reached that 'Dark Energy' level, wouldn't you have easily made it to the top?
After all, the problem is multifaceted."
Uh...
Yan Weiwei was choked by these words. Is this guy really trying to comfort me?
She felt a rush of anger mixed with embarrassment.
