Sang Ning: "You should drink something to cut the grease. It’ll help clear out all that oil."
Mo Yang: "Hey! Shen Xingling, am I not worth a little flattery from you? I’m quite brilliant, you know. Didn’t you see that legendary pentakill I just pulled off?"
Shen Xingling shot him a look of utter disdain: "You? Forget it. I don’t feel like flattering you, and look at how full of yourself you get after just one day! So what if it was a pentakill?"
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