I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 208 - 108. Playing tennis, washing hands, and then... Fujiwara Lin Ye fell into a desperate situation (10,000 words)_2

Chapter 208: 108. Playing tennis, washing hands, and then... Fujiwara Lin Ye fell into a desperate situation (10,000 words)_2

After landing, Kasahara Asuka put one hand on her hip and swung her tennis racket with the other, striking a pose that said, "See how awesome I am now?"

The ball was clearly out!

Why was she still so pleased with herself?

Could it be that she doesn’t understand the rules of tennis... Fujiwara Reya tried to forget what he just saw, fished another tennis ball from his pocket, and continued playing with her.

"Senpai," Kasahara Asuka reminded him, "It’s my turn to serve!"

"Uh, no, it’s still my serve..." Fujiwara Reya earnestly explained to her, "This is my serve game, and no matter who scores in a single rally, you have to wait until this game is over before it’s your turn to serve."

"Hmph!"

"Alright, you go ahead and serve."

"Ah, senpai, timeout, time—"

One second she was calling for a timeout, and the next, Kasahara Asuka threw the ball into the air, hitting it with all her strength.

"You’re still a bit too green." Fujiwara Reya moved nimbly, easily catching the ball, and gently returned it over the net.

"Eh eh eh~"

Kasahara Asuka rushed up in a fluster, barely managing to hit the ball back to the other side of the court.

"You’re done for!" Fujiwara Reya, who had been waiting at the net, jumped up high and smashed down hard, sending the tennis ball like a yellow bullet shooting towards the far end of the court, hitting the backboard with a loud "bang."

"Darn it!" Kasahara Asuka bit her lower lip in frustration.

"I actually wanted to let you off a bit," Fujiwara Reya spun his racket coolly, looking straight at his junior’s face, "but since you started playing tricks, don’t blame me for going all out. From now on, this court is called Fujiwara Reya’s Court!"

"Senpai is so petty!" Kasahara Asuka waved her racket around in protest.

"You started cheating first, now it’s too late to regret."

"Ah, no way."

"Watch the ball!" Fujiwara Reya had no intention of going easy, aiming a precise serve at the edge of the court. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Hey ya!"

Kasahara Asuka moved swiftly sideways, her skirt billowing with her movements.

Amidst the sound of tennis shoes rubbing against rubber, she moved with agile grace, like a little panther or a dancing elf in the forest, simply a beautiful sight. Plus, the occasional glimpse under her skirt never failed to distract Fujiwara Reya’s attention.

But it didn’t matter.

Fujiwara Reya could multitask.

Winning the match while enjoying the benefits his junior provided was no problem for him.

"Hey ya hey ya~" Kasahara Asuka puffed her cheeks and panted heavily. In the match, she was gradually being suppressed by her senior, and things were becoming increasingly unfavorable for her, soon she would be defeated.

Suddenly, a ball whooshed through the air, rolling in from the court behind them.

Just as Fujiwara Reya was about to receive the ball from his junior, a sweet, gentle voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"Could you please toss the ball back, thanks."

In an instant.

Fujiwara Reya’s body froze.

In his mind, he pictured that dashing woman with shoulder-length short hair, a creature always half-smiling with half-closed eyes.

"Bang!"

The ball sent by Kasahara Asuka hit the backboard with a weak sound and fell to the ground, colliding with the ball rolling in from behind.

Fujiwara Reya stood dumbfounded, his mind in a whirl.

Why is she here, did she find out about me, is she hiding in the back for some wicked plot, help, should I prepare a will in advance... The intense chill made him feel more insecure than ever before.

"Huff, huff..."

Kasahara Asuka panted, resting on the opposite side.

She was so exhausted now, she couldn’t even show off to her senior about scoring just now, only resting with her hands on her knees.

"Hey, people on the front court, did you hear that? Could you please kick the ball back, thanks, we’re running out of balls here."

A voice came from behind, and Fujiwara Reya discreetly kicked two balls over.

"Thanks~"

The light-hearted voice was oddly familiar.

Fujiwara Reya slowly crouched down, peeking through the gaps towards the back court.

Since the woman had her back to his court, he could only see a pair of smooth, athletic long legs through the gap, but through the net, he could faintly make out the woman on the opposite half, with a head of dazzling orange hair...

Damn!

It’s Fukaeri!

Which means, the woman who spoke just now, she really is my aunt!

Fujiwara Reya couldn’t see her face, but he could almost imagine how radiant her expression must be, those long legs flickering in his sight, dancing enchantingly on the court like a fairy.

"Senpai, senpai~"

Kasahara Asuka walked over, panting, gently tapped his head with her racket.

"Shh~" Fujiwara Reya looked up, gesturing for her to stay quiet.

This glance upward just so happened to catch a glimpse under her tennis skirt, the freshly exercised girl’s skin was rosy, exuding a slight acidic sweat smell.

"Not allowed!"

Kasahara Asuka’s warm palm landed on his eyes.

Then, she squatted down, smiling wickedly: "Are you down there to peek under the skirts of the ladies over there?"

"No, just tired, resting a bit..." Fujiwara Reya lowered his voice, cautiously saying, "You should take a break too, don’t make a fuss."

"Sounds good."

Kasahara Asuka released her hand.

With his vision restored, Fujiwara Reya was just about to sit up.

"Smack," the tennis racket came down, imprinting his face with a grid-like pattern.

"Senpai should just stay down there." Kasahara Asuka sat down with a cheeky smile, lifting her bangs, grabbing a can of antiperspirant from the bench beside her, spraying it on her forehead, then on her arms and underarms.

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