Duan Pinyuan coughed and coughed, and after enough coughing, he sat up straight and made a "very long—" gesture towards them, spreading his arms as if he was going to hug someone, then pinched his fingers together to make a heart.
Guan Yu stuck out her tongue and winked, then snapped her fingers, looking excited: "I know now!"
Mu Qiu tilted her head, staring at her with admiration. Wow, she guessed such an abstract description these days.
"The show's routine is too long, but I still love it! Right?!"
Duan Pinyuan: "…Suddenly I don't know if I should count it as correct."
Mu Qiu was speechless: "This is the bullet screen you sent out yourself, right? Sister Guan Yu, your flattery skills and writing 'communist d is the best' on political exams are exactly the same—generally touching on the blind spot of knowledge, just hoping to get some awareness points."
Guan Yu sat back obediently: "Aren't I actively participating? I just think this gesture means this."
