The Coercion of Scum

"I will return you 10 next time!"

"Really..."

Seemingly judging from my anxious face that I was indeed in a hurry, one of them scratched his head, and then pointed to a black umbrella in the next corner.

"Lend it to you, and be sure to pay it back."

"Thank you, good people are safe in their lives!"

I screamed and rushed out of the basketball hall under the umbrella.

Of course, until I rushed out with an umbrella, I didn’t know how unnecessary it is to run with an umbrella in this kind of weather——

"Uh oh oh oh oh..."

The gusts of wind directed me to other places like ocean waves, which was very troublesome.

Fortunately, I am a boy anyway, and I have the strength to make myself sprint towards a target location not far away.

Entering the stadium, I rushed up the stairs to the auditorium and walked to my position.

After a distance of tens of meters, I finally saw the figure that had become a little fuzzy in the wind and rain.

Even with the umbrella, my body was completely wet, and the person didn't hold the umbrella at all.

Like a flower that was raging in the wind and rain, Jasmine stood at the highest point of the auditorium, with one hand resting on the railing next to it.

Now that I have found someone, I feel relieved.

Thinking of this, I walked toward her carefully and cautiously.

"Jasmine, you really scared me, what are you doing? Don't get caught in the rain."

I tried my best to organize the words, and shouted to Jasmine, who was standing still in the rain.

"I didn't expect... you actually knew I was here."

She cast a ethereal gaze at me, her lips slightly opened, and her voice seemed a little fuzzy in the wind.

In this way, Jasmine and I stood at the bottom and top of the auditorium respectively, staring at each other on a dark clouded typhoon day.

Although there are no waves on the surface, my mood is quite complicated and irritable.

What is this woman doing, is she crazy? Why would you come to such a place alone?

There were so many things I wanted to say, but I was frightened by Jasmine's abnormal mental state, and I didn't know what to say.

So I can only try to squeeze out lukewarm words:

"Don't let me accompany you in the rain, go back. I will take you home."

"I want to congratulate you, you won."

"what?"

Jasmine's self-talking language surprised me, and then I immediately hesitated.

"What are you talking about? I didn't win, did I? This match is a tie."

"But, if you weren't silly and inexplicably looking back to me at the time, you wouldn't be tied?"

Jasmine changed into her school uniform, but under the washing of the rain, her whole person turned into an embarrassed chicken, her short hair dancing in the violent wind while dripping with drops of water, and the color of her skirt changed because of the full water. Go deeper.

She cast a reproachful look at me just like that, as if asking me why I had to run back at that time.

I'm speechless.

The voice became hoarse because of a guilty conscience.

"I do not know."

I can only say so.

And Jasmine didn't speak, as if she was going to let me organize the language to make it clear.

Finally, I continued to speak slowly:

"You all fell down. Does it hurt? Of course I can't leave it alone."

"I... very hurt?"

She muttered to herself, her eyes drifting away.

I seized the chance of her loss of consciousness, and approached her slowly and cautiously.

Jasmine's mental state is obviously wrong. Although I don't know why, I always feel that she is standing next to the railing and wants to jump off, so I must approach her early.

"Yes, I won't care about you, aren't you my thing?"

I spoke aloud, and stepped up a few steps again.

"That's right, you would care about me too."

Jasmine smiled suddenly, with a lonely smile.

In order not to irritate her, I think I should say something that has nothing to do with serious topics to ease the atmosphere.

So I stared at the bottom of her skirt.

"Your underwear is exposed."

"..."

Generally speaking, Jasmine would cover it in a panic at this time, but now she looked indifferent, just looking at me coldly.

"Are you really rubbish? Are you just fancying my body anyway?"

Seeing the corners of her mouth rising up to laugh at herself, I only felt a surge of blood rushing to my brain.

"That's not it, I think your whole person is very interesting, it's definitely not just your body!"

I yelled like this, then approached her again.

Get close, get close, don't irritate her.

Jasmine just watched my actions indifferently, and suddenly showed a bitter expression.

"I won't believe you, hypocritical."