Chapitre 141: 59

"Yuze, can you hit me on the head? I think I'm going crazy."

Yuze, leaning against the trunk of a tree, took a sip from his water bottle and raised an eyebrow, looking at Suga with a strange expression. Suga was lying on the grass with his arms spread out. His stamina was indeed weak; one could say he was the weakest among the IHPS members. Today's physical training schedule consisted solely of running, but the guy looked like he was nearing death, his face pale and lips dry, as if he hadn't drunk a drop of water.

He tossed a cold, unopened Pocari bottle that landed squarely on Suga's chest, making him curl up in pain while hugging the bottle.

"Agh, fuck, I said hit me on the head, not the chest!"

"Why ask me to hit you? Are you trying to sue me for money?" Yuze joked, watching Suga's back tremble as he laughed.

"Yuki said your family is really rich in China."

"I don't wanna talk about it."