The Coercion of Scum

The girls have completely exploded their skills and will on the court, and their beautiful posture has attracted the attention of countless people.

But Jasmine, who was buried by me as the seed of failure, is still getting more and more exhausted.

"Huh...huh..."

After losing Shion's serve, she came to Jasmine's serve. She was already panting, and her hand holding the ball was a little weak.

And I especially noticed that because of the sweat, her sweatshirt was soaked and showed a transparent texture. The material stuck to her body like a tight transparent suit, and the black underwear was also faintly exposed.

Ah, Jasmine's whole body is already soaked in sweat.

Realizing this reality, I swallowed abruptly.

Am I a demon...No, I am an angel, because I have inspired Jasmine's **** side...

boom! ! !

Jasmine kicked off.

But obviously, she is already at the end of the battle. Not only was her footsteps vacant, her eyes gradually dilated, and her lips opened and closed faintly. I even doubted that she would be able to sustain her now by chanting "sunflower" in her mouth continuously.

"Hey!"

And Shion hit her back with the same vigor as before.

Everyone has noticed this fact, and many people have already felt sorry for Jasmine.

"Ah, that girl is actually very strong, but she looks very weak."

"Yes, maybe more exercise will be good material."

Hearing such unfounded words, I almost laughed in my heart.

That's not the case. Actually, the reason is... Hey, you can't laugh.

"what……"

Suddenly, when Jasmine was trying to catch the next ball, her feet staggered again, and she fell directly to the ground, and the racket flew to several meters.

The crowd rioted again.

And my face changed slightly.

Jasmine seemed to be completely exhausted. She slumped on the ground feebly, with her legs folded, her arms around her chest, and she was constantly breathing heavily. The trembling shoulders made people feel a little distressed. Perhaps most people thought she was sick.

When things might be exposed, I quickly squeezed the crowd and forcibly stopped the game.

Ah, play off, play off...but I haven't taken off yet.

I squeezed to Jasmine's side with a complicated mood, I looked around, then put my hand on her shoulder, and said in a caring tone.

"Ah, Jasmine, what's the matter with you? Is it okay?"

"You...you still have the face to say..."

Jasmine squinted her eyes in pain, her voice intermittently accompanied by her breathing.

"It looks like you lost, it's a pity."

"I...I haven't..."

"enough."

When she tremblingly stretched out her hand to get the racket, I had already grasped her hand somewhat hard, the palm of her hand pressed against the back of her hand.

Only then did I realize that her hands were really soft and warm as always, probably because they had been holding the racket tightly before, so they looked a little stiff, but when I touched it, the slender knuckles seemed to follow me. The expectation was as soft as ever.

It's really bad, Jasmine's body is really fragile unexpectedly.

Thinking about this, I directly wrapped my other hand over her tightly clamped legs, and hugged her in a princess hug.

"Oh~~"

Under the sun, I felt that my body and face were so hot, and I didn't know if it was exposed to the sun or was pierced by everyone with surprised eyes.

Turning my face apologetically to the words on the opposite side of the net and holding a racket at a loss, I explained "Jasmine seems to be unwell, I'm afraid I'm going to take her to the infirmary first" and squeezed her out Up the crowd.

"Ziyuan... you wait for me here, and I will come back to find you after the handling is done!"

Even in such an emergency situation, I did not forget to tell Shion who was standing still.

"What... It's rare that I want you to see me more active... Oh no, this is a coincidence! She must have pretended it!"

While listening to Shion's grumbling behind her back, I still felt the resistance in my chest, because Jasmine was in my arms, showing a look of deep disgust, and kept pushing me with my wrist.

"You... don't hug me... stay away from me... disgusting..."

"Your body seems to be dying, take you to the infirmary and drink some glucose."

"Who do you think caused it! Rubbish!"

Jasmine reluctantly swung her calves again, her face red as if she was burning, but fortunately, she seemed to be really out of strength, so she could only be at my mercy like an active but weak little doll.

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"Well, you can replenish your energy by drinking it obediently."

Because there was no one in the infirmary, I directly took a pack of glucose and gave it to Jasmine who was sitting on the bed. Although I took out the shaking egg, she still seemed to be very dissatisfied with it, even though I was forcibly infused with glucose. At that time, her eyes were still full of biting hatred.

"You... less pretend to be good... oh don't be so fast... too much... ahem...

It seemed that because I used too much force, Jasmine shook her head in a panic, while letting out a choked cough.

Upon seeing it, I pulled out the mouthpiece of the glucose injection.

"I don't think you should be too excited. Girls are such a fragile creature. Let's add more sugar and protein~"

"Less long-winded...I...I'm not the kind of person you imagined!"

Jasmine wiped the corners of her mouth and glared at me with her eyes hanging up like a cat stepped on its tail.

Ah, the familiar hostility. So Jasmine has never changed.

After realizing this, I did not feel frustrated or disappointed, but a wonderful sense of happiness.

"Hehe, I didn't think of you, who likes a friend of the same sex, stuffing her clothes on her face and sniffing like a dirty person."