Scum Coercion

"Um……"

"Going far away?"

"yes……"

After listening to my words, Jasmine was silent for a while.

then.

"This, this is also very good, to be able to see other worlds."

She answered me in a surprisingly cheerful tone.

And I was amazed by it.

Originally, I thought that if it could be a little more intense, maybe there would be loud protests.

But at this moment, Jasmine, with no childish look on her face, just calmly started talking to Zhiying.

"On Saturday, let's go to your house to have fun. I'm also a little interested."

"Hey?? Is it true or not? Good!"

·······

I am too naive.

On Saturday, because there was not much left in this city, I was also invited to Zhiying's house.

Ah, as expected of a super rich man, it seems that in order to satisfy this young master's hobbies, he specially opened a dojo on a nearby hill.

The two people wearing protective gear posed in a formal posture not far from me, constantly attacking each other.

Clap clap clap clap.

To me as a kid, this was a really cool move.

At the same time, I was still thinking about parting from Jasmine.

It’s really sad, but it’s great that Jasmine can accept it calmly. In this way, I can also redeem my sins, and let Jasmine, who only belongs to me, find her true path...

For a moment, I couldn't help but stare blankly at the two staggered figures.

Sudden……

"what!"

Jasmine let out a painful sound, stuck the head of the bamboo knife on the ground, and bent her knees.

"What's wrong Jasmine?!"

Zhiying immediately stopped nervously, and then took off her helmet.

"No, it's fine."

She was the first to look at me, her eyes were weak and pitiful.

My pupils constricted at this moment.

Why on earth is she showing such a look that she is afraid of me.

Moreover, what was her painful expression just now?

Also, Jasmine's breathing was so short, and her panting was unbelievably intense, as if she had entered a state of hypoxia.

"Jasmine!"

I stood up from the seat next to me and ran over in a hurry.

Zhiying also felt something was wrong and called the family doctor.

After about 20 minutes, the doctor who arrived carefully examined Jasmine's body with instruments, and then said respectfully to Zhiying:

"Master Zhi Ying, your friend is fine, just hyperventilation syndrome."

"Excessive... what?"

Zhiying and I tilted our heads at the same time.

Although the doctor faced two elementary school students, he patiently explained:

"Hyperventilation, rapid breathing during the onset, resulting in low partial pressure of carbon dioxide in arterial blood, respiratory poisoning, and sympathetic nerve excitement. During the attack, the patient will feel rapid heartbeat, palpitations, sweating, and speed up breathing because he can't feel breathing. As a result, carbon dioxide is continuously discharged and the concentration is too low, causing symptoms such as secondary respiratory alkalosis."

"What? Isn't this terrible!"

Zhiying was furious, he stood on tiptoe trying to grab the doctor's collar, but he just kept explaining.

"It's okay, it's just because I have a big worry, usually it's caused by emotions, so just adjust your mentality."

"Zhiying, Sunflower, I'm fine."

Jasmine, who was sitting beside her in a muffled voice, also said so weakly.

But her expression was a little pale, and she didn't seem to be okay at all.

I stared blankly at her, feeling as if a hole had been pierced in my heart.

I got into trouble.