Turning the racket in her hand, Su Yao glanced toward Luo Yu not far away, but her eyes were fixed tightly on the shuttlecock she held.
As it was tossed up, fell, and then flew over toward herself.
She temporarily set aside all the thoughts swirling in her mind, focusing intently.
Through her vision, her brain sent commands, nerves transmitted the signals to every part of her body—driving her legs to move, arms to swing, and the racket to strike the shuttlecock, sending it flying back.
Although her body coordination was still somewhat unnatural, Su Yao was already capable of a certain degree of quick reaction.
It could be said she wasn’t completely lacking athletic instincts.
“How are you so good now?”
After accidentally missing the shuttlecock, Luo Yu pouted and teased.
She had originally thought this would just be a casual game, but unexpectedly, Su Yao was taking it seriously.
Su Yao was momentarily stunned but quickly understood what Luo Yu meant.
She shook her head and said, “No, it’s your own problem.”
“Alright then, I’ll get serious.”
Upon hearing Su Yao’s words, a confident and unbreakable look appeared on Luo Yu’s face.
But Su Yao already knew that, in reality, they were about equal.
It was just that Luo Yu’s current state was obviously not as good as hers, so winning would be easy.
Still, Su Yao didn’t ask Luo Yu to play just to win.
When she was focused on doing one thing, she didn’t think about anything else.
Without those pessimistic thoughts, she felt her life had become much smoother.
In truth, playing games and playing badminton were no different.
Since Luo Yu lost more often, they stopped after playing a short while and took a break.
Competitive games quickly became dull once the strength between the two sides was unbalanced.
Luo Yu randomly found a step to sit on and yawned.
It was clear she hadn’t slept well last night.
Her tired appearance made Su Yao’s expression somewhat strange.
Looking at Luo Yu, her eyes were filled with admiration.
Luo Yu seemed completely indifferent to Su Yao’s thoughts, already closing her eyes and lying motionless on her lap.
She looked like she had fallen asleep, but Su Yao thought she was probably just resting her eyes.
The recent running had drained her last bit of energy.
Luo Yu didn’t want to say a word anymore, and Su Yao didn’t ask what she had done last night to look so exhausted today.
She sat beside her as well, staring at the empty corridor.
Because there was hardly anyone around, it felt desolate and very quiet.
The glass windows were tightly sealed, even blocking out the sound of the wind outside.
Su Yao stared blankly and finally let out a long sigh.
Just as she turned her head, she saw a figure that was somewhat familiar.
She wore a not-too-thick jacket and tight black pants that accentuated her slender legs.
Su Yao first noticed the legs and then lifted her gaze to see the face.
Ji Yun smiled at Su Yao and said quietly, “Are you here to play too?”
Su Yao looked at the racket still in her hand, thought for a moment, and nodded to confirm that she was indeed here to play.
But as soon as the words came out, she immediately added an explanation.
“I’m here to relax.”
“My friends have all left. Why don’t we play together?”
Ji Yun reached out her hand toward her, which left Su Yao a little awkward.
After all, they weren’t particularly close.
But thinking that since they were classmates, it would be better not to dampen the mood, so she reached out her hand.
Before her hand was fully extended, Ji Yun grabbed it.
Pulling Su Yao up, Luo Yu naturally couldn’t continue to keep her eyes closed and pretend not to see.
Just as she lifted her head, she heard Ji Yun say to her, “Su Yao and I are going to play for a bit, do you want to join?”
“…”
Luo Yu wanted to say yes, but seeing Su Yao’s gaze fixed on her, she swallowed the words back down.
“I’ll come along. I’ll just watch you guys.”
“Alright.”
Ji Yun didn’t mind and still held Su Yao’s hand as she led her inside the gym.
By nearly noon, the crowd had thinned out, and several courts had already opened up.
After leading Su Yao all the way to a court, Ji Yun finally let go of her hand.
“You can be over here; I’ll be on that side.”
“Okay.”
Su Yao felt a little nervous.
She knew how strong Ji Yun was.
Simply put, Ji Yun was powerful—far beyond what Su Yao could match right now.
Just watching Ji Yun walk to her side made Su Yao’s palms sweat and her breathing tighten.
After Ji Yun reached her spot, she turned around, already in position to serve.
Swallowing hard, Su Yao’s expression grew serious and her gaze deepened.
She focused completely, preparing herself to face Ji Yun’s attack.
But what she hadn’t expected was that Ji Yun didn’t overwhelm her with crushing skill to claim a quick win.
Instead, she gently tossed the shuttlecock back, as if they were just playing catch.
Even so, Su Yao found it hard to catch every one.
Who could blame her when she started so late?
Her fundamentals were terrible, and every successful catch was mostly thanks to her natural talent and sheer trial and error.
After several rallies, Su Yao was already out of breath.
She had wasted a lot of energy playing with Luo Yu earlier, and after only a short rest, she was called over to accompany Ji Yun.
Two in a row—it was a bit much for her.
She had already taken off her jacket, revealing a fitted knit sweater underneath.
One hand rested on her waist, the other lightly propping the racket on the ground as she panted softly.
Her delicate face was already flushed.
Ji Yun, who was barely warmed up, had already walked over and asked with concern,
“Su Yao, are you okay?”
“R-rest… rest… a bit… huff…”
Su Yao weakly managed to say before ignoring any response and headed straight to a chair.
Once seated, she leaned her head back to relieve the aching pressure.
Ji Yun came over and sat next to her, very close.
Looking at Su Yao, she teased,
“Su Yao, you have such a great figure. How did you grow like that?”
That comment landed like a heavy blow on Su Yao’s back of the head.
She sat up dizzyly, crossing her arms over her chest to cover her ample bust.
Blushing, she replied,
“How would I know? She just grew like that.”
“I’m so jealous of you.”
Seeing Su Yao’s flustered reaction, Ji Yun laughed.
She laughed, but Su Yao couldn’t.
Turning her head away, she mumbled softly,
“What’s so great about it?”
“You don’t know how lucky you are. None of us at home have big boobs. If I had yours, I’d be happy even in my dreams.”
“Su Yao, what does it feel like?”
“I… don’t know. I’ve gotten used to it.”
Su Yao realized she really couldn’t recall what it felt like before her body changed.
She hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now she couldn’t even imagine what her old voice had sounded like.
In her mind, there was only this soft, sweet feminine voice.
Oh no, have I completely become a girl?