"I'll fake an illness." Ding Anmin didn't want the children to pretend, and she had a bit of reluctance for the five other girls too, so she immediately lay on the ground, curling up and clutching her stomach, crying out "ouch, ouch" in pain, but her voice was quickly muffled by Yi Roujing covering her mouth.
"It's not that I don't want to give you a chance to perform, but you truly have no talent in this area." Yi Roujing said, finding it uncomfortable to watch.
The other five girls and four children simultaneously covered their mouths, trying to stifle their laughter, their shoulders shaking.
"Anyone with a stomachache wouldn't just shout it out." Yi Roujing sighed helplessly, "Let me do it. This way, they'll be less wary of me, and I'm the easiest to make a move."
Yi Roujing lay limply on the ground, her body curling up and clutching her stomach. Ding Anmin thought her actions looked exactly the same as hers.
