People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

"Is this the level of Franklin High School?" The burly guys from Tottenville High School were trash-talking relentlessly on the field. "Go home and play hockey! Next time I'll twist your skinny neck off!"

Li Wei stood listlessly on the sidelines, a towel from the substitutes' bench draped over his shoulders.

"Hey!" Daphne, holding a colorful ball, walked over and slapped Levi on the shoulder, her tone full of dissatisfaction. "Why aren't you playing? Those jerks from Tottenville High School are driving me crazy."

"We're not boyfriend and girlfriend, why are you so concerned about my situation?" Li Wei yawned and pointed to Coach Miller, who was jumping up and down in a fit of impotent rage not far away. "He won't let me play."

"Damn racist nigger..."

Daphne was furious at being mocked by the other team's cheerleaders and left in a huff.

Ever since Levi rejected Coach Miller last time, he could clearly feel that Miller was making things difficult for him.

A Black man who weighs at least 220 pounds probably has a heart smaller than his horse's eye.

Li Wei felt noticeably neglected during training this week, but he didn't care. After all, there were still several games to play, and watching Coach Miller's impotent rage was obviously more interesting.

On the field, Franklin High School's starting quarterback, Craig, was on the verge of collapse. His jersey was covered in grass and dirt, and his hand holding the ball was trembling slightly.

Both were starting players, but Li Wei was his substitute.

Third down, 10 yards.

Craig took a deep breath and announced the start of the game.

However, the left tackle who was supposed to protect him was breached again. A Tottenville High School offensive linebacker, like an enraged bull, bypassed the line and charged directly into Craig's blind spot.

"Watch out on the left!" Coach Miller's shout hadn't even left his mouth.

With a "crack," the protective gear made a loud noise from a violent collision.

Instead of opting for a proper takedown, the linebacker, at the moment of impact, rammed his shoulder into Craig's knee on his supporting leg, and simultaneously used his arms to flip Craig over in mid-air, sending him crashing heavily onto the hardened artificial turf.

Craig let out a piercing scream and rolled wildly on the ground, clutching his knees.

"Yellow flag! Referee! That was a malicious foul!" Coach Miller rushed onto the court and yelled.

A few boos rang out from the stands, while the Tottenville High School players celebrated with high fives and whistled loudly.

You have received the quest: The Glory of the Duel Court.

These ignorant commoners dare to provoke you, a nobleman! Let's teach them a lesson.

[Task Reward: Constitution +0.1]

Li Wei watched this scene, his lips twitching slightly. What, am I a nobleman again? Isn't being this irritable a bit much?

On the sidelines, Craig was helped off the field.

Coach Miller had just been scolded by the livid principal when he turned around and saw Li Wei idly fiddling with his wristband.

"Li Wei," he said, wiping away sweat, his voice hoarse, "Craig can't play. Put on your helmet, you take over."

Li Wei seemed not to hear, still keeping his head down and carefully adjusting the tightness of his gloves.

"Levi! I'm talking to you!" Miller raised his voice, glaring at Levi.

"Oh? Coach, what did you just say?" Li Wei finally looked up. "The cheerleaders in the stands were too noisy. I... didn't hear anything."

"I'm sorry..." Miller took a deep breath, "Can you play?"

I'm sorry, I was too loud before. Can we make up now?

Li Wei shrugged, smiled, fastened his helmet visor, and calmly walked onto the field.

Subsequently, the offensive and defensive dynamics shifted, and the two-stage reversal occurred.

Even without activating [Berserk], for Li Wei's current physical condition, fighting a high school squad is like beating up children.

The linebacker who had maliciously bumped into Craig collided with Levi and was thrown three meters away, like a sack being hit by a speeding truck.

To the more than 200 onlookers, the entire match turned into a one-sided humiliation of Tottenville High School by Levi.

He kicked off the ball himself, and no one could catch him. He left four or five running backs behind and scored a touchdown, making it 6 points.

He dribbled past a defender, and a 300-pound tackle behind him grabbed his waist with both hands, but still couldn't stop him. Touchdown, 6 points.

Three linebackers were marking him, but he jumped right in front of everyone, clearing the head of one of them and easily scoring a touchdown, 6 points.

Even as Travis was running and jumping around, Levi deliberately gave Travis some involvement when he was setting up the tactics at the kickoff. With an ugly throw, he sent the football flying 40 yards and directly into Travis's arms, who then scored a touchdown with the ball, 6 points.

The Franklin High School players on the field were screaming, while the Tottenville High School spectators, coaches, and parents were plunged into deep despair.

Is this a current NFL number one draft pick they brought in, or is this just a piece of plaster removal technique?

Daphne, Samantha, and other cheerleaders joined the crowd in screaming, their previously resentful eyes now filled with almost fanatical adoration.

"Damn it..." Coach Miller's feelings were extremely complicated. After thinking it over, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, "...His way of generating power is still so ugly."

Travis sprinted along the baseline with the ball in his arms. He felt like he had never felt so good in his life. He felt that as long as he kept running and then turned around to catch the ball, Levi would throw the powerful rugby ball into his arms. He could score a touchdown as long as he kept running.

"You're practically my own father!"

After scoring the touchdown, he rushed over to give Levi a bear hug, but Levi disdainfully reached out and held his helmet.

[Mission: The Glory of the Duel Court has been completed]

The honor of knighthood, as a noble virtue, cannot be challenged. You have achieved a resounding victory.

[Task Reward: Constitution +0.1]

An hour later, the Tottenville High School football team and their supporters slunk away from the field, leaving behind a mess. The once arrogant cheerleaders didn't even finish their chants before hurriedly getting into the bus and driving away from Franklin High School.

...

That evening, in an apartment in Manhattan, New York.

Arthur Vince, a professional recruitment scout, happened to come across a short video on Twitter with a terrible camera angle and shaky footage.

With a professional attitude, he clicked in and took a look:

In the video, a figure, facing three linebackers, did not choose any clever change of direction, but instead leaped into the air, soaring over the head of one of the linebackers and scoring a touchdown.

This physical condition is definitely professional level.

"Extremely poor power generation technique, but astonishing natural strength," Arthur paused, a professional scout's intuition sounding alarm bells. "Landing stability, core strength... which NFL professional player is filming this video?"

He glanced at the topic and tags of the post:

"Franklin K. Lane High School?"