It's just that Hei Yang's falling movement was slow enough. It was so slow that Hong Li spread the blanket on the ground and then watched Hei Yang fall down on the blanket.

[Hei Yang: Why don’t you have a pillow? You’re just asking for food! Don’t those who play dead people deserve to eat box lunches?]

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[Hongli: Shut up, dead man.]

[Hei Yang: Ahem, I suggest replacing "human" with "ghost" to make it sound more friendly.]

[Hongli: Fuck you!]

"Ahem, that's good, Xiaohuo, look over here."

Hongli pointed to the black sun on the blanket, and saw the other person lying upright on it, with his hands folded on his chest, his face peaceful, and his death was very ritualistic.

Hong Li twitched the corner of her mouth and resisted the urge to stomp this guy to life. She opened her eyes and said, "This is a dead black sun. Did you see it?"

"Ah this..."

Xiao Huo always feels that a real teacher shouldn’t be like this in class.

She blinked and looked at her father, who was professionally lying on the ground, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But both her parents are performing conscientiously, and she must not hold back.

Maybe her parents want to train her acting skills at the same time so that she can fool bad people in the future...

Xiao Huo tried her best to move her parents closer to Wei Guangzheng. She looked at her father, trying to suppress her sadness.

As a result, she caught a glimpse of her father gently reaching out to scratch his cheek, and then immediately put his hand down.

Hongli: "..."

Xiaohuo: "..."

No, she can't do it!

Xiaohuo bit her lip, how could she pretend to be sad?

"Hiss..."

A tic-tac-toe popped up on Hong Li's head. Looking at Hei Yang who was secretly scratching his hand again, he kicked off his shoes and stepped on his chest.

"Go to hell! You piece of shit!"

Hei Yang opened his eyes suddenly, then rolled his eyes and closed them again.

"Did Xiao Huo hear the sound of broken bones..."

Xiaohuo looked at his father who had been stepped on by his mother, with beads of sweat streaming down his head. In this case, it seemed that his father's acting skills were indeed more realistic!

[Heiyang: Give me back my life~~]

[Heiyang: Give me back my life~~]

[Hongli: Go to hell, you dishonest bitch!]

[Hongli: You just deliberately add drama to yourself, right? You bastard!]

[Hongli: Give me a good death!]

Hongli sighed, finally able to explain with peace of mind, she took her feet back...

[Heiyang: Wait!]

[Hongli: Huh? What happened again?]

[Hei Yang: Don’t leave, keep stepping on me!]

[Hongli:??????]

"Stuck!"
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