"This tastes terrible, even worse than pig food." Liu Muxue slammed her chopsticks on the table.
Chewing on a piece of chicken, Xie Zhen curiously asked, "How do you know what pig food tastes like?"
"You—!" Liu Muxue glared at her. "Even eating doesn't shut your mouth."
Xie Zhen shrank her neck and concentrated on eating.
In the afternoon, they had another boring speech by a leader. Liu Muxue seemed to stick to Ming Jing, following her wherever she went.
At the auditorium, she squeezed herself between Ming Jing and Xie Zhen, making Xie Zhen angry but unable to say anything.
"Now let's welcome Professor Liu Xiangyue from the Department of Mathematics at Huaqing University, who is also the Vice-Chairman of the National Mathematics Association and the Head of the Review Committee of this National High School Mathematics Winter Camp to give a speech..."
As the applause rolled in like waves, there was a moment of commotion on the scene.
