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The training ground fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Coach Duke seemed to have been put on pause.

He turned his entire body around extremely slowly, facing Li Ang directly, and said incredulously:

"What...what did you say? Say it again, you fucking idiot!"

Bruce was also stunned.

After the initial shock, a spark of excitement quickly ignited in his eyes.

Li Ang repeated it clearly again:

"Coach, I want to be the starting quarterback."

Coach Duke's facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, and his temples throbbed.

He stared at Li Ang as if he were seeing this Chinese-American boy for the first time.

Then he forced out a furious, fake laugh from his throat:

"Ha! Hahaha! Starting quarterback? You? Li Ang, did you not sleep well last night, or did you secretly take some stuff you shouldn't have? Should I call the school doctor right now to give your brain a thorough check-up and see if it's filled with Mississippi River mud?!"

The surrounding team members recovered from their initial shock, and a buzzing sound spread like a swarm of bees as they whispered among themselves.

His gaze swept back and forth between Li Ang and the Duke coach.

"Who is this guy? I've never seen him before."

"I heard that Bruce Johnson forced him in yesterday, I think his name is Li Ang."

"Bruce was the captain in middle school? Really? Would that monster Bruce submit to him?"

"He doesn't look that big... but his breath is much bigger than his size."

"You transferred here, right? You used to play in other districts?"

"Starting quarterback? Who does he think he is? The Academy version of Tom Brady?"

Li Ang ignored the comments and calmly looked at the Duke coach, saying:

"Coach, I've heard you say a lot since just now. You said this person isn't good enough, that person isn't good enough... So what about you?"

"Your team can't even field a decent quarterback right now. Besides getting angry, threatening to fire us, and making us run laps, what decent solutions do you have to solve the problem?"

"Or is it that your coaching manual only contains two pages: 'Roaring' and 'Shifting Blame'?"

Even the onlookers gasped in shock, staring at Li Ang as if he were a madman.

No one has ever dared to use such a tone to directly mock the Duke coach's incompetence!

Even Bruce, the most aggressive player on the team, had to cower like a quail when Coach Duke really got angry.

The Duke coach's sinister smile froze instantly.

His entire face turned a deep liver color from extreme shame and anger.

The veins on his forehead and neck bulged out like twisted earthworms.

Then he suddenly raised his thick arm, pointed his index finger straight at the direction of the training ground gate, and roared with all his might:

"You! Get! Out! Now! Right! Immediately! Get out of my training ground! There's no place for you in the River Valley Knights!"

"You're fired! Fired! Get out! Get out of my sight right now!"

The roar echoed across the empty training ground, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

However, Li Ang did not retreat hastily as others had expected.

Instead, facing the murderous gaze of the Duke coach, he took a small, steady step forward.

This step, though small, was full of provocation.

He tilted his head slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"See, I hit a nerve. What can you do besides kicking out teammates? You don't even dare to spar with me."

"You're such a useless coach."

A useless coach?!

These four words were like four red-hot bullets, hitting the Duke coach with pinpoint accuracy.

His burly body trembled violently.

His fury even froze for a moment.

All the team members, including Bruce, instinctively held their breath, their hearts pounding.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Collins and his unlucky buddies who had caused trouble were terrified.

I wish I could just faint on the spot.

"Good...very good...you little brat, you've got guts. You want to have a match, huh? Fine! I'll make an exception for you today, you ignorant newbie, and give you a chance!"

Coach Duke's chest heaved, his eyes blazing with fury, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"Tell me, how do you want to test it? Is it a 40-yard dash, a power competition, or a passing accuracy test? Or perhaps..."

He stepped forward, a massive shadow looming over Li Ang, and said in a sinister voice:

"You want to personally test your skills against a useless coach like me?"

Despite the Duke coach's almost-face-to-face pressure, Li Ang's expression remained unchanged.

He shook his head and said calmly:

"Those individual competitions are too simplistic and one-sided. Rugby is never an individual sport, nor is it just about who can run the fastest or throw the most accurately."

The Duke coach interrupted, frowning:

"What are you babbling about? So what kind of competition do you want to have?"

Li Ang smiled slightly:

"There's an old saying at Dongda University: 'You can't judge a book by its cover.' Rugby is a team sport; let's see how good we are on the field. How about this: I'll lead the second team against your designated starting lineup."

The sidelines erupted in chaos.

"Is he insane?!"

"Team Two against Team One? Are you kidding me!"

"Doesn't he know how big the gap is between the first and second teams?"

"Even without Jack, it's like a father beating his son if Team One plays Team Two!"

"Has this guy gone through something traumatic?"

Exclamations, doubts, and mockery rose and fell.

The gap between the first and second teams is like the gap between a father and a son.

It's a complete domination in terms of talent, experience, training intensity, tactical understanding, and physical condition.

How can a newcomer who only joined the team yesterday, whose name no one even knows yet, lead the second team to challenge the first team?

This can no longer be called confidence.

This is downright suicidal madness!

The Duke coach was also stunned.

He clearly hadn't expected Li Ang to propose such an outrageous and presumptuous plan.

"Ha! Ha! Leading the second team against the first team? Chinese kid, I'm not just doubting your brain, I'm genuinely starting to worry about your mental health!"

"Alright! I'll grant your wish! Consider it a warm-up for the first team's lads before the match, to let them get a taste of the thrill of crushing their opponents!"

He took a breath, and the smile on his face became cruel and playful.

Staring at Li Ang like a cat eyeing a mouse under its paws:

"However, since it's a competition, there has to be a stake. What about the wager? What happens if you lose? You can't just casually say 'I was wrong' and call it a day, can you? Otherwise, I would have wasted my time playing this childish game with you!"

Li Ang replied without hesitation:

"I lost. I voluntarily quit the football team and volunteer to be your drug test subject, available at your beck and call. I'll also take care of all the odd jobs on the team until I graduate."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence on the training field.

Even the cruel smile on Coach Duke's face faded somewhat.

He narrowed his eyes and looked Li Ang up and down again, his gaze filled with scrutiny and barely perceptible surprise.

This bet is no small one.

Quitting the team is ruining your future, and becoming a drug trial volunteer is playing with your health and unknown risks.

Taking on all the chores is a complete trampling of dignity.

Is this kid crazy, or does he really have some unknown advantage?