Ying Quan: "Fat man, where does the sand in the Jungar Basin come from?"
Fatty: "The Sahara Desert."
Jiang Jing: "... Beautiful."
Ying Quan was once again annoyed by the math problems on his desk: "Why, why?"
Jiang Jing: "This question is very simple."
Ying Quan: "Really? Why do I feel like I don't get along with them?"
Jiang Jing: "Why don't they agree?"
Ying Quan: "Look, are they laughing at me, despising me, and looking down on me with a proud attitude?"
Jiang Jing: "..."
Intention: life is trivial