The girls all fully exuded their skills and will on the court, and their beautiful figure attracted the attention of countless people.


    But Jasmine, who was buried in the seeds of failure, was still getting more and more exhausted.


    “Huh…huh…”


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


    And I particularly noticed that because of sweating, her sweatshirt was soaked and showed a transparent texture. The fabric stuck to her body like a tight transparent suit, and the black underwear also vaguely revealed the outline.


    Ah, Jasmine''s whole body has been soaked because of sweat.


    Realizing this reality, I swallowed suddenly.


    I''m a demon... No, I''m an angel, because I inspired a **** side like Jasmine...


    Bang! !


    Jasmine kicked off.


    But obviously, she is already at the end of her strength. Not only did her steps become empty, but her eyes gradually dissipated and her lips opened and closed slightly. I even doubted that she could have been able to survive until now by silently chanting "Sunflower" in her mouth.


    "Hey!"


    And Zi Yuan hit her back with her vitality as always.


    Everyone has noticed this fact, and many people have already regretted Jasmine.


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


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


    I almost burst into laughter when I heard these unfounded words.


    That''s not the case. In fact, the reason is...hehe, you can''t laugh.


    "ah…"


    Suddenly, when Jasmine was trying to take the next ball, her steps staggered again, and she fell directly to the ground, and her beat also flew several meters away.


    The crowd started to stir again.


    And I also changed my face a little.


    Jasmine seemed to have no strength at all. She sat on the ground weakly, her legs overlapping, her hands wrapped around her chest, and she kept gasping for breath. The trembling shoulders made people feel a little distressed when they looked at them. Maybe most people think she had some illness.


    When things might be exposed, I quickly squeezed out the crowd and forced the game to stop.


    Ah, I played with it and took it off...but I haven''t taken it off yet.


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


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


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


    Jasmine squinted her eyes in pain, her voice intermittently with her breathing.


    "It seems you lost, it''s a pity."