"I'll count down from three, two, one, then you rush out and retch, and I'll go out after you, pretending to take care of you. Got it?"
Zhao Yu signaled okay with her hand: "Understood."
After making the gesture, she stood up and quickly took a few steps outside, pretending to hold onto the door, feeling physically sick, paused for two seconds, and let out a feeble retching sound.
Mu Qiu gave her a look of appreciation, then immediately rushed out, supporting Zhao Yu as they walked a few more steps outside, showing a worried expression and whispering a few words.
"Very good, if you'd had this level of acting skills back in high school, you wouldn't have gotten punished by standing outside those few times."
Zhao Yu maintained her weak voice: "It's not bad, right? I did watch Lin burying flowers six, seven, or eight times. Can we go now?"
"Wait a bit longer, move a couple steps to the side. Okay, perfect, run!"
