America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

Chapter 137 Bonfire Party

Because it was falling rapidly from mid-air, the rugby ball carried strong kinetic energy and was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it flew to within ten meters of the crowd's heads, a dangerous area.

However, before the girls around him could react, Chen Yuan suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed upwards.

"Snapped!"

A dull, crisp sound of impact. The high-speed spinning rugby ball, defying the laws of physics, was caught firmly in his palm with one hand.

Chen Yuan's interception of the rugby was so effortless that Su Nian and the others standing to the side remained calm, even assuming it was just a normal catch game.

However, a glint flashed in Vivian's eyes.

The Sinclair Family Sponsorship Foundation is not only the financial backer of this event, but also the official direct sponsor of the USC Trojans football team.

Therefore, Vivian also serves as the team's senior manager.

Although she has never actually played rugby on the field, she has watched countless related games.

Both the trajectory of that ball and the force of its descent were definitely deliberately thrown by a quarterback of high school caliber.

Chen Yuan's ability to catch the ball with one hand, as still as a pair of pincers, requires strength and dynamic vision that is not something any ordinary person can easily achieve!

"Hey! Excuse me, that's my ball!"

On the distant lakeside lawn, a burly student in a dark red USC football jersey shouted from afar.

"Dude! Can you throw it back for me?"

Chen Yuan frowned upon hearing this.

Keep in mind that the straight-line distance between the boy and him was at least 50 meters.

Although he didn't know much about American football, he was well aware that throwing an irregularly shaped ball that far was no easy feat.

It's quite amazing for an average adult to throw a rugby ball more than 30 meters away without any training.

As for kicking with your feet, it's simply impossible to do without long-term practice.

The boy, however, stood on the lawn 50 meters away, hands on his hips, refusing to take a single step closer.

Clearly, the opponent was deliberately waiting for Chen Yuan to throw the ball back.

Or rather, he wanted to embarrass Chen Yuan in front of several pretty girls.

Although he didn't know when he had offended the other party, Chen Yuan was too lazy to delve into such a trivial reason.

Chen Yuan didn't even make any standard running-up stance. He simply stood still, gripped the ball with one hand, and casually swung it forward.

"Whoosh!"

The heavy, dark brown ball instantly broke through air resistance and flew forward like a cannonball, drawing a beautiful parabola in the sky.

Then, "plop!"

The professional rugby ball, worth tens of dollars, landed cleanly in the lake behind the boy.

"Oops. Boss, you seem to have thrown it a little too far."

Emily sighed; she clearly didn't understand what Chen Yuan's act of throwing the ball into the lake meant.

The rugby player who was originally prepared to laugh at the situation was now completely stunned, like a wooden stake.

It wasn't that I felt sorry for the ball, but rather that Chen Yuan's location was at least 60 meters away from the lake.

With a casual toss, he actually threw the ball into the lake.

This is something that even professional athletes find difficult to do.

Vivian, who had witnessed all of this, had a gleam in her eyes and finally couldn't help but half-jokingly probe, "Have you ever thought about joining the football team? With your strength and professional training, you might become the best quarterback in the NFL."

Chen Yuan shrugged helplessly and said, "You saw it yourself, I just throw farther. If I were actually on the court, my inaccurate throws would get me a lot of flak from the coach."

A few hours later, as night fell completely, the highly anticipated spring outing bonfire party on the shores of Oak Valley Lake officially began.

Just as the party's name suggests, the students lit a huge bonfire on the empty beach by the lake, gathered in twos and threes, and the air was filled with the deafening subwoofers of portable speakers and the unreleased youthful hormones.

Everywhere you look, you see men and women enjoying drinks from classic red plastic cups. In one corner of the lawn, there are even a few long tables set up, where a group of scantily clad cheerleaders are playing the traditional "beer billiards" game with great enthusiasm.

In such a festive atmosphere, delicious food is naturally an essential element.

However, due to time constraints, there was no time to prepare a formal dinner. Tonight, the Rongding Pavilion food truck will mainly serve fried snacks, cold cut sandwiches, and hamburgers.

Although some students complained that the food selection was not varied enough, they were satisfied when they tasted the freshly fried low-fat "healthy fried chicken" with the intention of filling their stomachs.

The expressions of complaint on people's faces instantly transformed into shock and fascination.

It's worth noting that the "high-temperature curing enzyme" used in this healthy fried chicken was synthesized by Arthur in a high-end laboratory.

Compared to the enzyme solutions synthesized using traditional methods in the kitchen of Rongdingge in the previous two attempts, this solution has a higher purity and therefore a better oil-blocking effect.

The moment you bite into the golden, crispy fried chicken, you'll immediately feel the hot, tender juices locked inside.

This unparalleled, exquisite taste is better than any fried chicken from a chain restaurant.

The patties used in the hamburgers are also healthy chicken or beef that have been coated with "high-temperature curing enzymes", which fundamentally improves the taste.

As for the sandwiches, they were prepared in the last two days using Emily's exclusive recipe. They can be eaten after being heated while refrigerated.

Although most students were over 21 years old, each student was only allowed one bottle of alcoholic beverage according to the event requirements.

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Nevertheless, with the addition of delicious food, the bonfire party quickly reached its climax.

However, while everyone was enjoying their meal and the lakeside music,

In the shadows of the campfire, a pair of resentful eyes were fixed on Chen Yuan, who was calmly directing the serving of meals from the window of the food cart.

It was Brad Seeley, the captain of the USC football team.

A few days ago, after being arrested by the California Highway Patrol, he was released on bail at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars with the help of his family lawyer, allowing him to attend this rare off-campus event on time.

Not long after returning to school, he noticed that the black Audi RS7 that had almost landed him in jail was also parked in the parking lot outside the School of Life Sciences building.

Using his connections on campus, he easily found out who the current owner of this top-of-the-line sports car was—Chen Yuan.

Upon hearing this news, all the old and new grudges surged into my heart.

The bastard who publicly humiliated him at the new school party, stole his pre-ordered car, and even used underhanded tactics to get him jailed on the highway was none other than this damn Asian cook in front of him!

So, at Brad's instigation, one of the team's key players deliberately threw the ball at Chen Yuan that afternoon.

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In that situation, whether it hits Chen Yuan or any of the girls next to him, it would make him look extremely foolish and lose face.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan not only caught the rugby ball with ease, but also threw it into the lake with a backhand!

Brad knew that even he himself couldn't have thrown the ball that far.

However, upon seeing Vivian's surprised yet admiring gaze, Brad became furious.

On what grounds?

Could this Asian kid be more popular than the rugby captain?