When a mild stomachache first began, she didn't think much of it. But as time went on, the prickling pain in her stomach grew more intense, as if a knife were being viciously stirred inside.
She bent over slightly, trying to stay crouched to alleviate the pain.
An Yeran was not afraid of pain, but it would impact her performance in the game.
She adjusted her expression, trying to look no different from any other normal person.
The game was heating up at this point. In the second half, one girl from the opposing team changed their strategy, targeting her and SG specifically, giving them no chance to throw the ball.
The sun was high overhead; it was now midday.
The sun was scorching the earth beneath it.
Many in the audience area had put up sun umbrellas.
All the girls on the field were drenched in sweat, gasping for air. The advantage they had in the first half was diminishing, but An Yeran was not worried because there wasn't much time left.