Su Yiyang raised his head and smiled, Song Xianqi looked at him playfully, and lightly traced the black mole in the middle of his nose with his fingertips.
"You are a monster."
"So what?" Su Yiyang moved the hand away and glanced at Song Xianqi mockingly.
"I am god. Once I join forces with stars, you will lose."
Su Yiyang looked unconcerned, leaned back, took off the Bluetooth headset from his left ear, and put it into Song Xianqi's ear.
"You should be on me, like i'm the apple in the 90s..."
"You should bet on me. I am the potential stock that can make you a sure profit without losing money."
Purpose: Carry forward the broad and profound Chinese tradition (bah)