I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

The final few dozen seconds of the game slipped away in a pointless chase.

"beep--!!!"

The final whistle, like a declaration of liberation, pierced the night sky with a sharp sound.

The score of 28-3 on the scoreboard was cold and cruel, freezing this utter crushing defeat in time.

The players on and off the court cheered and rushed onto the field, hugging and jumping.

Red figures formed a sea of ​​joy.

The Cavaliers players seemed to have lost their souls; some slumped to the ground, while others slammed their helmets onto the grass.

Most people simply lowered their heads and walked silently and heavily to the sidelines.

Bruce stood at the edge of the crowd.

Hands on hips, head bowed low.

Sweat streamed down his angular chin and bulging arm muscles like a small stream.

He was really exhausted.

I'm so tired that I can't feel anger or sadness.

There was only a kind of extreme exhaustion, seeping from the very bones, a feeling of utter despair.

Commentator Kenny Douglas is giving his post-match summary:

"...The game is over! Congratulations to Fordham Prep High School Reverends! They demonstrated the dominance of a strong team, dominating in every aspect, from defensive toughness to offensive efficiency, from tactical execution to attention to detail."

"Marcus Rodriguez has once again proven why he's a star of this caliber. But ladies and gentlemen, tonight please also give a round of applause to River Valley High School's number 99, Bruce Washington!"

"Young man, you fought to the very last second. You showed us what it means to never give up. You are a true knight, glorious in defeat!"

Scattered applause echoed throughout the stands.

Dedicated to the only respectable young man in the Cavaliers' crushing defeat.

Li Ang and Liu Yue were waiting in the players' tunnel.

Liu Yue's eyes and the tip of her nose were red, clearly she had just been crying.

Li Ang remained calm, but his gaze was fixed on his close friend Bruce.

Bruce and a few teammates clapped their hands blankly, accepting the Duke coach's silent and heavy pat on the shoulder.

Then, dragging his legs that felt like they didn't belong to him, he moved over step by step.

Seeing Li Ang, Bruce forced a smile:

Hey buddy.

Upon closer inspection, Li Ang and Liu Yue finally saw Bruce's face clearly.

A large area of ​​my left cheekbone was scraped and bleeding.

There is a noticeable bruise below the right eye.

His lips were swollen, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Liu Yue's already anxious heart suddenly clenched.

She watched from the stands as Bruce was knocked down and got back up again and again on the field.

Seeing his bruised and battered face with my own eyes, the tears I had been holding back burst forth instantly.

He choked up and said:

"Bruce! Your face... how did you get hurt like this..."

Without saying a word, Li Ang walked straight forward, opened his arms, and gave Bruce a firm hug.

He could clearly feel Bruce's muscles trembling slightly.

That was an uncontrollable physiological reaction after exhaustion.

Liu Yue quickly wiped away her tears and opened her arms, saying:

"Give me a hug too, you great hero."

Bruce paused for a moment, then instinctively took a half-step back.

He waved his hands hastily, shook his head repeatedly, and exclaimed in fright:

"Oh, no, Liu Yue, never mind... I'm too dirty, covered in mud, and... you're Li Ang's girl, it's not appropriate..."

"What's there to be afraid of! Li Ang didn't say anything!"

Liu Yue pouted, unconvinced, and said:

"You were so fierce when you rammed into those big guys, weren't you? Now you can't even hug them? Did you lose so badly that you lost all your courage, Bruce?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Bruce's dark face, but he persisted, even using the hand holding the helmet to shield himself and create some distance as he spoke:

"Hey! Little girl, I'm not a coward! It's just that I'm really dirty right now and smell of sweat, so don't get your clothes dirty."

Liu Yue was both amused and exasperated by his stubborn and clumsy behavior, and in the end, she had no choice but to give up.

She gently punched his strong arm and said reproachfully:

"Fool!"

Bruce shook his head, took the energy drink handed to him by some kind cheerleader girl next to him, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

Then he exhaled a long breath.

The aura was filled with the emptiness of being overdrawn, but there was no rage or collapse that Li Ang had expected.

He wiped his face with the back of his relatively clean hand, but it touched his wound, causing him to wince in pain. He smiled wryly.

"Fuck! That was a fucking humiliating loss. There's nothing we can do, they... they're just so much stronger than us."

Li Ang suddenly spoke up:

"Bruce."

Bruce turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and said:

"Um?"

Li Ang looked into his eyes and said sincerely:

"Could you take me to meet the Duke coach tomorrow?"

Bruce blinked, not quite understanding at first:

"See the coach? What do you want? To apologize for missing practice before? Actually, there's no need. The coach didn't even notice you. I made it up..."

"screw you."

Li Ang couldn't help but chuckle, interrupting Bruce with a smile, before speaking seriously:

"Take me to see the coach. I want to play rugby."

Bruce's eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened slightly.

Immediately, an unbelievable surprise, like a long-suppressed volcano, exploded on his face!

Bruce punched Li Ang hard in the chest. The force was so great that if Li Ang's physical fitness hadn't improved by leaps and bounds recently after dual cultivation, he would have almost suffered internal injuries.

"Heavy gift, Shock! Are you serious? That's fucking cool! God, if you could come back... with your damn brilliant mind, and that speed you used to have that was faster than a startled rabbit... we might actually be able to get things done!"

He lowered his voice, but his excitement was palpable as he said:

"Hey man, you've seen it yourself, our sissy quarterback... hey, he's fucking a pile of cold dog shit! You're a hundred times better than him!"

……

The next afternoon after school, Li Ang went to the playground to find Bruce as agreed.

I plan to take him to see the Duke coach after he finishes his afternoon training and apply to join the first team.

Before we even reached the edge of the barbed wire fence, the Duke coach's deafening roar rolled over like muffled thunder.

Interspersed among them were short, piercing whistles and the dull thuds of machinery.

Through the barbed wire fence, Li Ang could see the scene on the playground.

A dozen or so players wearing blue and gold training uniforms are practicing in groups.

The atmosphere was very heavy.

In the center of the field, a middle-aged man wearing a gray coaching uniform and a baseball cap pulled low to the ground was running back and forth along the sideline like an out-of-control tank, with his hands behind his back.

He is Duke Hunter, the head coach of the River Valley High School Knights' football team.

Coach Duke suddenly rushed in front of a group of players who were practicing offensive frontcourt coordination.

He kicked one of the tall guards in the backside:

"Collins! Are your feet welded to the ground?! Move! Anticipate! Use your shoulders, use your ass, to shove that guy in the red vest into the stands! Not just a light touch! You need to make him go home tonight feeling like he was hit by a truck! Understand?!"

Collins, the guard, was kicked so hard he stumbled, his face turning bright red, and he lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

They could only grit their teeth and try even harder to smash into the barrier in front of them.

"Bullshit! You're all hopeless wrecks! Are you all sleepwalking?! Pick and roll! Don't you even know what a pick and roll is?! It's not like you're holding hands and waltzing!"