Chapter 64

"WTF! Are you for real?" Nina was dumbfounded as she looked at the girl before her. All this time, she had thought her standards were already high; however, compared to the girl before her, she felt like she had no standards at all.

"No, babe. Are you serious?" Not only Nina, but even her girlfriend, Lea, was shocked.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Jasmine blushed, facing their incredulous expressions. Memories of her childhood flooded her mind, and with a hint of embarrassment, she explained, "It's just my childhood fantasies. Back then, I was influenced by my mom's conservative views, and thought that the final goal was to married a man—A successful man."

"Yeah, a successful men at the same level as billionaires and Michael Jackson?"

"That... okay, I was also influenced by dramas and novels I read online. So I kind of... became obsessed with successful men because, why not?"

"In other words, you're not purely lesbian... no wonder you called it 'Lesbian with Disney princess syndrome.'" Nina nodded in understanding, and a playful smile spread across her face. "That was... so ironic, don't you think?"

"I know, I didn't even realize I was a lesbian until a month ago."

"You didn't?" Lea, sitting beside her, looked surprised and asked curiously, her eyes reflecting genuine intrigue.

"Yeah, remember that time at the bar? I usually don't go there; I just happened to be there because H invited me. I had a few glasses of liquor and then suddenly you showed up, we talked a lot, and it happened."

"Woah... that's so romantic," Nina cheered as she sat beside Jasmine and leaned forward. "So basically, you're saying that you're not bisexual because you've never had a male crush or never thought of dating one. But if it's a successful man at the same level as billionaires and the like, you think that's fine... And you've just recently discovered that you're into women, is that right?"

"Yes, but the last part is not quite right. I've always appreciated beautiful women, not romantically, but I admired bodies and face."

"Damn, that's... complicated, however I feel like 'Lesbian with Disney princess syndrome' fits with it!" Nina felt massage her browse and then went to say; "You know what? I feel like you just invented a new gender!"

"Pfft... HAHAHA! I think so too!" Lea couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter after hearing Nina's remark.

"Hehehe, damn, should I call you some kind of messiah now?" Nina giggled playfully and teased. "Maybe you could also start your own organization to enlighten women of the same kind."

"..." 

Looking at the duo openly teasing her, Jasmine felt a surge of both anger and embarrassment, causing her face to flush a shade of red.

"Can you two be serious? Stop teasing me, okay!?"

"I'm not teasing you. I mean, that's a million-dollar idea. I think you could make millions if you succeeded."

"Oh, that's good. We can name the organization 'Princess Lesbian' or PL, for short," Lea added, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she leaned forward, still continuing to tease.

Time passed.

The three of them engaged in conversation, a delightful banter where topics flowed freely, and laughter chimed in unison while talking about whatever popped into their minds.

Around one in the afternoon, as the sun marked midday, they collectively decided to turn off the TV and retreat to the bedroom, continuing their girl talk.

"Hey, by the way," Lea suddenly remembered something: "Isn't today Sunday? Let's watch some skits from Nouveau Studio."

"Oh, that's right." Jasmine's eyes brightened with realization, and she eagerly fetched her laptop from the desk.

"What's Nouveau Studio's skit?" Seeing their excitement, Nina was curious and asked.

"You'll see. It's fun, I swear. Funnier than vines."

"Funnier than vines?"

"Pfft, yeah, you'll see."

"Okay." Observing the two of them acting unusually enthusiastic, Jasmine shrugged and waited.

A little later, once they had finished setting up the laptop and successfully connected to the WiFi, the three friends moved to lie face down on the bed, making themselves comfortable to make the most of their time.

Jasmine opened Internet Explorer, and as the browser launched, it automatically redirected her to Google's search engine.

After typing 'YouTube' into the search bar, she then clicked on the first link that appeared in the search results.

Following this, she typed 'Nouveau Studio' into the search bar, which promptly directed her to their channel, and there, the trio found a newly uploaded video.

"Huh, isn't that Edward?" Nina's eyes widened as she observed the image on the thumbnail, but she kept her thoughts to herself as she's uncertain about it.

"Oh, there's a really new upload!" Both girlfriends exchanged smiles and without hesitation, clicked on the video to watch.

Shortly thereafter, the 'Nouveau Studio' logo appeared at the center of the screen, just like before and then the scene seamlessly shifted into the locker room.

The players, sporting their jerseys, filed into the locker room one by one, chatting and prepared to undress.

However, Player A's timely entrance brought an abrupt pause to the room. It felt like everyone held their breath, and all eyes turned towards him, appearing vigilant and watchful.

"Huh, you tryna step up and throw down?" Player A raised his eyebrows and asked in a challenging tone, and everyone quickly looked away, pretending to mess with their shoelaces or inspect the ceiling.

Player A felt a bit suspicious but shrugged it off, thinking it wasn't a big deal, and began to undress.

However, he made a mistake: the moment he took off his shorts, his pink underwear was revealed to everyone.

This surprising sight caught everyone off guard, and they exchanged incredulous glances, instinctively taking a step back in nervous surprise.

"N-nah man, this ain't mine. do I look like I'd rock somethin' like this? Probably just wore it by accident, 'cause I never really care 'bout what I'm wearin'."

"Pfft!" The three girls burst into laughter, finding the whole situation incredibly awkward and hilarious.

The story progressed as Player A continued undressing, making a subsequent mistake and attempting to explain his mishap. However, his actions only fueled doubt and fear among the others.

In the end, his detailed explanations and conviction persuaded everyone, making them think that it was all a misunderstanding.

And as the trio believe that it was indeed the case, the screen took an unexpected turn. Gradually dimming, before transitioning into a dimly lit room.

Inside this enigmatic space, a hooded man was seen, seated before a computer, the glow casting an light on the walls adorned with an array of pictures—each one featuring a member of the team.

As the screen gradually transitioned, the suspenseful dance of shifting visuals heightened their intrigue. Finally, it unveiled the hooded man's face, and to their astonishment, it was none other than the player himself.

"The end."

"Pfft!" The trio couldn't hold it anymore and burst into fits of giggles.

The entire script kept things simple, avoiding any flashy elements. Yet, the brilliance lay in the clever dialogue, the actors' comical expressions, the fitting background music, and the smooth camera angle transitions, making the whole scene hilariously entertaining.

After a moment of regaining their composure following the previous laughter-filled scene, the storyline shifted seamlessly.

This time, it unfolded right in the midst of an intense basketball game, a mere 10 seconds away from its conclusion.

The opposing team clung to a slender one-point lead, prompting their coach to call a timeout.

The players swiftly gathered, their faces displaying a blend of determination and pressure.

In this critical moment, one of the players surprised everyone with an unexpected suggestion.

"Coach, I had an idea; what if I danced in the middle of the court to attract their attention?"

"Motherf*cker! What do you think this is? A movie? Are you out of your goddamn mind? Get the hell outta here! I don't wanna see your face 'round no more!"

"B-but coach... who will be my substitute?"

"Jordan, you good! Get over here and let's ball!"

"B-but coach, J-jordan is just a water boy?"

"I don't give a damn if he's a water boy, his name is Jordan! You know who Jordan is? Now get the f*ck outta my sight!"

"O-okay, coach, Whooo!"

The player who just made the suggestion bolted off the court, tears streaming down his face, and accidentally slipped on his feet, making him cry even louder.

This unexpected display attracted everyone, including the audience, making the already awkward atmosphere of the situation even more awkward.

Later after that, the scene continued, and as the coach was formulating a strategy, a sudden inspiration suddenly lit up in his mind.

"You know what? How about we employ a chicken strategy!?"

"Coach, what's the chicken strategy?"

"Oh, it's easy! One of y'all gonna strut to the center, flap them 'wings', cluck like a chicken, and just act like a feathered friend to mess with and amuse them fools on the other side..."