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"yeah--!!!!!!"

"Touchdown! Touchdown!!!"

"Unbelievable...unbelievable..."

"My God! He did it! This Chinese-American kid really did it!"

After a brief silence, the training ground was as if a bomb had been dropped on it.

The deafening cheers, screams, and incredulous roars instantly ignited the atmosphere!

The sound almost lifted the sky above the entire River Valley Academy.

The audience erupted in chaos.

The cheerleader who was crying earlier is now covering her mouth, laughing and crying at the same time.

Several older students excitedly pounded each other's shoulders, babbling incoherently.

The alumni waved their hats excitedly, as if they had returned to their passionate youth.

Even the students who were originally skeptical of the second team, or rather, of Li Ang, the new player, couldn't help but jump up at this moment.

Join in the crazy celebration.

The weak defeat the strong!

A miraculous comeback!

An epic solo performance!

What could be more in line with the spirit of rugby, or more exhilarating?

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"

I don't know who started using this nickname.

Soon, the entire training ground was filled with the unified and respectful shouts.

……

On the sidelines, Coach Duke seemed rooted to the spot.

The tactical board he was holding fell to the ground with a "thud," but he didn't even notice.

He just stared blankly at the figure in the end area being frantically rushed towards by his teammates.

Then look at the scoreboard and see the glaring 37:32 deficit.

His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Won?

Did the second team win?

The expected anger, shame, and other emotions did not immediately arise.

Instead, a complex emotion arose that was extremely unfamiliar yet tinged with bitterness.

Coach Duke silently watched the second-team players, exhausted but still celebrating wildly, collapse on the court.

Looking at the Chinese boy who was being lifted up by the crowd, with blood still on his lips but trying to smile.

He looked at the youthful faces that he had once regarded as worthless and worthless, now radiating light.

In a daze, he seemed to have traveled through time and saw himself from decades ago.

At that time, he was a linebacker on the River Valley College football team with average talent but great fighting spirit.

In the garbage time of the final college league match, he charged forward like this, coughing up blood, for an almost impossible first attack, and was eventually carried off the court by his teammates...

The emotion at that time

That kind of pure dedication to the team

How long has it been since he felt this way?

Losing the bet is very embarrassing.

It's extremely embarrassing.

He could almost imagine that for a long time to come, he would be the biggest laughing stock at River Valley Academy.

To become the villainous background character in the story of the legendary quarterback Leon.

Even so, Coach Duke still couldn't get angry.

Looking at that stubborn boy, who wouldn't give up even when he was spitting blood.

Watching this useless second team undergo a complete transformation right under his nose

Something deep within him, hardened and unyielding, seemed to be gently touched.

Coach Duke slowly raised his hand and wiped his face.

He let out a long breath.

That breath seemed to carry away his long-suppressed irritability, prejudice, and a certain stubborn arrogance.

A long-lost sense of ease, accompanied by an indescribable sense of awe, slowly spread from the bottom of my heart.

Maybe... I really was wrong?

"Teach, coach..."

A first-team linebacker dragged his heavy steps toward the Duke coach, his helmet tucked under his arm.

His face was covered in sweat, frustration, and a hint of unease.

He said in a dry, low voice:

"We...lost. What about that bet...? You're not really going to make us clean the toilet with toothbrushes, are you...?"

Behind him, the other team members also gathered around, looking dejected.

Some people still wore expressions of shock and lingering respect from the game-winning touchdown.

Using your own toothbrush to clean all the toilets in the school?

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

The Duke coach turned around.

Looking at this group of big shots who were usually arrogant but now looked like defeated roosters.

The muscles in his face twitched.

I want to swear!

But the words stuck in his throat.

He remained silent for a few seconds, and just as the team members' hearts were in their throats, he let out a heavy snort through his nose:

"Get the equipment ready first! As for the bet..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"We'll talk about that later! Now, line up! Go and salute your second-string opponents! Remember, you're the stronger team! You're the seniors, the veterans! Even if you lose, lose with some dignity!"

The team members felt as if they had been granted a pardon, thankful that at least the coach hadn't lost his temper on the spot.

They quickly tidied up their equipment and lined up to walk towards the center.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, the moment the referee blew the whistle, confirming the touchdown was valid.

All the players from the second team, whether on or off the field, rushed toward the end area from all directions like madmen!

They roared and screamed, some with tears and sweat still on their faces.

He rushed towards the figure lying on the ground without regard for anything else.

"plum!!"

"We won! Oh my god! We won!!"

"Li Ang! Li Ang! You are a hero!!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"

Terry was the first to rush to Li Ang's side to help him up, but he was pushed aside by more people.

People hurriedly helped Li Ang up from the ground.

Li Ang felt as if his body was falling apart, his chest was burning with pain, and his vision was blurring.

All I could hear was a deafening buzz and a cacophony of cheers; I could barely make out what they were shouting.

But he could see those faces distorted with excitement.

You can feel the warm palms patting your shoulders and back.

We won...

They really won...

Li Ang twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but the movement aggravated his injury, causing him to gasp in pain.

But my heart was filled with an indescribable warmth and excitement.

"Li Ang! Li Ang! Well done!!"

A huge, ecstatic roar drowned out the other sounds.

Immediately afterwards, a tank-like figure pushed through the crowd and rushed in.

It was Bruce, Li Ang's best friend.

His face showed no sign of disappointment at losing the game; instead, it radiated an almost frenzied excitement.

It was as if he himself had won the game.

Bruce grabbed Leon's shoulder and shook him violently, his helmet almost touching Leon's helmet. His voice was distorted with excitement.

"I knew it! I knew you could do it! You're fucking awesome! You're like a real fighter! Haha! You're truly my brother!"

Li Ang was so dizzy from being shaken that he managed a weak smile and tried to say something.

But in his excitement, Bruce gave him a tight bear hug that could almost break his ribs.

"Well……"

Li Ang's head was pressed under Bruce's armpit, which was filled with body odor.

The flavor was so rich and so impactful.

In addition, Li Ang was already severely overworked, experiencing chest tightness and pain, and blurred vision...

The next second, amidst deafening cheers and under the gaze of countless excited eyes, Li Ang, the hero who had just accomplished the feat of killing, rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side.

He actually passed out cleanly and decisively in the arms of his good friend Bruce, who exuded masculinity.

"Li Ang? Li Ang!"

"Hey! What's wrong with him?!"

"School doctor! Call the school doctor right now!!"

The cheers abruptly ceased, replaced by shouts of panic.

Bruce was startled and quickly let go, staring blankly at the slumped-over Li Ang, completely bewildered.

"I...I didn't use any force...I just hugged her briefly..."