After checking into a nearby hotel, Jason Luo lay awake, his mind heavy with sorrow. The old coach's condition pressed on his heart like a stone, making it hard to breathe...
When his father finally fell asleep, Jason quietly slipped out of the room to get some air.
Princeton University's open campus and beautiful scenery drew him in. As he strolled slowly through the grounds, a strange, unfamiliar feeling welled up inside him.
At dusk, the walkways were full of students hurrying by. Since Jason was about their age, no one paid him any attention. But watching them filled him with envy.
College life really was something to long for.
They were the same age, yet his path had been entirely different. Fate was cruel—if he had the choice, who wouldn't want to experience a normal youth? But for him, that was something he could only watch slip away...
Curious, Jason explored the campus in detail, visiting the classrooms and cafeterias. He couldn't study here, but just experiencing it was enough.
While wandering, he noticed the campus gymnasium and immediately felt drawn to it. He wondered what sports programs the university offered—maybe even boxing. After all, one of his opponents at the last open tryouts had come from a university.
Driven by curiosity, Jason stepped inside. The first floor was nearly empty, most of the training halls locked, making it hard to tell what they were used for.
Unwilling to stop there, he climbed to the second floor. It was just as quiet, except for one training hall where lights shone through the glass. Jason walked toward it, hoping to see if anyone was training.
Just as he passed by the locker room, the door suddenly swung open—and a big female student, wearing only underwear, stepped out. Both froze on the spot!
Jason blinked in confusion. What kind of facility was this? Diving? Why was she coming out in just underwear? And she was huge—built like a bodybuilder...
They stared at each other for three seconds before the girl snapped out of it. "Oh, shit! You were spying on us changing? Girls, get out here! There's a pervert!"
Jason stood stunned. Before he could even explain, more than thirty women burst out of the locker room. Damn! All of them in matching underwear—clearly a team. Worse still, every one of them was tall, strong, and radiating intimidation!
"What? Someone dared to sneak into the women's football team's locker room?"
"Move aside, I want to see what kind of guy's got this kind of nerve!"
Within seconds, the thirty-some players had surrounded him, forcing him into a corner. Surrounded by a wall of muscle, Jason froze, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Listen to me! I was just passing by! I swear I wasn't peeping!"
"Hah! You expect us to believe that? Everyone at Princeton knows this floor is ours at this hour! Hand over your phone—you definitely recorded us. Better be honest..."
"You've got guts, kid! Even the basketball team guys wouldn't dare come up here. You came alone? You must have a death wish!"
Jason felt like he'd fallen straight into hell. In the U.S., football was the king of sports. There's even a saying: only the ones who couldn't make the football team end up playing basketball. Women's football was no different—these girls were like wild bandits, ruthless on and off the field!
"Please, I'm not a student here! I'm visiting my coach in the medical ward and just wanted to look around campus. I'm telling the truth, please believe me!"
Pressed against the wall, Jason tried desperately to explain, but not one of them believed him.
"Enough talk! Hand over your phone, or we'll show you what real football feels like in the training hall!"
What rotten luck.
Jason had no choice. These women had clearly just come from the showers, their fragrance filling the air, all of them still in their underwear—who could even think straight in that situation?
He sighed, handing over his phone. "Here, take it. I've got things to do, so check it and let me go, alright?"
A few of them scrolled through the phone but found nothing. "Weird, he really doesn't have anything. But look, this guy's a boxer..."
"No way! Hey, you idiot, you dared to peep but didn't even record it? What, am I not hot enough?"
"Yeah, right! Search him again! He's probably hiding another camera somewhere."
"Exactly! Maybe he's got one of those high-tech micro devices."
"Take him to the training hall—we'll do a full inspection!"
And so, Jason was shoved into the training hall by a mob of women. "Alright, kid—your choice. You can cooperate, or we can make you."
Jason's patience finally snapped. "Are you serious? I already explained. You checked my phone. What else do you want?"
"You still talking back? We were showering during our break and you were hanging outside the door—don't tell me that's not suspicious! Go ahead, call the cops. Let's see who they'll believe!"
Jason gave a bitter laugh. Great. A scholar arguing with soldiers—no point even trying. "So what do you want me to do?"
"Take off your jacket and let us check. Or else, you're in for it!"
Jason didn't bother arguing. Fine, just bad luck. He quickly took off his jacket and tossed it over, turning out his pockets to prove his innocence.
As his outer clothes came off, his well-built physique was revealed. The women, completely unashamed, whistled and laughed.
"Wow, look at that! With a body like this, you don't need to peep! Handsome, give me your number—I'll find you myself!"
"Heh, this Asian guy might really be a boxer. Not bad... I like it."
Being stared at by over thirty women felt unbearable. Jason snapped, "Hey, are you done? Because if not, I'm leaving."
One of the players laughed. "Nothing in the clothes, but... looks like we didn't check thoroughly enough."
The group's eyes shifted toward his pants. That was the last straw. Jason lunged forward, snatched his clothes and phone back, and turned to leave.
But the women blocked his way, refusing to let him pass. Gritting his teeth, Jason tried to push through—but he couldn't even move them an inch!
"Haha, handsome, you're the one who challenged us! Trying to ram through football players? Girls, let's teach him a lesson!"
Jason's heart sank. Oh, no.
Realizing they were serious, he spun around and bolted!
But these women were absolute maniacs. Over thirty of them gave chase, cutting off every escape route. Before long, one of them rammed into him with her shoulder, knocking him to the floor. Before he could even get up, the rest piled on top, stacking layer after layer until he was completely pinned.
Jason never imagined he'd one day be crushed under thirty women. He could barely breathe—and worse, an odd, confusing feeling began to stir inside him...
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