The two of them are talking like they're performing a comedy sketch, really giving off a vibe like they'd rather get eliminated and go out for seaweed egg drop soup.
It feels like something Mu Qiu would do.
The photographer is so anxious, poking his head out from behind the camera, shaking his head and murmuring, "You guys can't just slack off."
Mu Qiu leans against the locker like a corpse, pretending she didn't hear, and loudly asks, "Huh? Photographer Bro, what did you say? Did you say you think the same way?"
The photographer is speechless, retreats behind the camera, and stops talking to her.
He looked really aggrieved.
Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu seemed to find something funny, leaned together and laughed out loud.
After laughing, they bowed their heads and sighed again.
Zhao Yu: "This might be the last bit of joy for poor people at the end of the world, laughter that can't hide the bitterness."
Mu Qiu: "Alright, the performance is over."
"Okay."
