Jeff-Locke clenched his hands into fists and stood up excitedly. The popcorn on his knees immediately fell over. The bucket of popcorn that barely moved immediately fell all over the floor. He tried to save himself in a panic, but was half a beat too late, and then he could only look at the mess on the ground, standing there in annoyance, feeling angry, depressed and depressed.
He raised his head and looked at the Bruins offensive team who were like headless flies on the field. They looked downcast and surrendered without even having time to resist. Jeff endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back. He roared loudly, "Cheer up." Get up! Damn it guys! The game isn’t over yet, so cheer up!”
In the auditorium directly opposite, students from the University of Southern California had already begun to hold hands and shoulder to shoulder and sing loudly. The scene of the party where they were sure to win simply made Jeff nervous. He waved his fists and protested at the opponent, " Get out! This is our home ground! Get back to your countryside!" The angry roar roared, so that the veins on his neck protruded, as if it would explode at any time.
"Let." The voice from the side interrupted Jeff's venting of anger. Jeff turned his head sharply and stared at the other party, but the other party said impatiently, "This game is already lost. Staying here will only make it more embarrassing." He waved his hand as if swatting a fly, letting Jeff Step aside.
These were not the supporters of the opponent, but the supporters of the Bruins. Jeff was even more furious, "Who said that! The game is not over, anything is possible!"
Danny Rees was also full of anger at this time. He couldn't believe that the football season would end like this, losing to the University of Southern California in a disastrous defeat? Just imagining it in his mind made Danny feel like he was going to explode, but he was still there to witness it with his own eyes? Danny wasn't sure what he would do if he stayed here, but he was certain that someone was going to bleed.
In order to avoid such consequences, Danny chose to leave.
Seeing the young man blocking the aisle in front of him, wearing a Bruins jersey, with a red face, and looking like a fanatical fan, Danny raised his chin angrily, "Then go talk to the others!"
Jeff turned his head following Danny's line of sight, and then saw the auditorium behind him. A large number of spectators left his work like a tide. The seats that were originally full were now completely empty, with only less than four people. There are still people sitting or standing in one of the places, and the large tracts of blank space are simply shocking.
"How..." Jeff tried to express some opinions, but the anger was stuck in his chest, and then he felt a huge force hitting his shoulder, "Can you leave? If you don't leave, let me Open. This is not your home!"
Jeff subconsciously gave up his position, and Danny turned sideways and walked straight over, followed by a large group of friends, cursing and complaining, "What the hell, this is all. That quarterback is enough It's too bad, he's actually injured. This is really a tragedy, a complete tragedy. This season is finally over! Damn it!"
At this moment, low cheers came from the inside of the stadium. Among the singing from the opposite side and the sound of people withdrawing from the seats, it was particularly harsh. Jeff immediately turned his head and looked over; reflexively, Danny also stopped. They stepped down, turned around, and then they saw this scene——
A tall and thin player stumbled into the stadium. He seemed a little confused. He raised his head and looked around in confusion, looking at the chaos in the audience. He looked confused and confused, and he was a complete rookie. If you recall carefully, Kevin Press is already a rookie, and the player's other backup quarterbacks are unknowns with no playing experience or any passing experience.
"Fuck!" Danny couldn't help but cursed again, "You actually sent a kid here? Has he graduated from high school? This is not a game console, but a real game." With the last sentence, Danny spoke directly to The stadium roared, and then muttered irritably, "You are a newbie and a rookie. There is no hope. It's a nightmare. It's a nightmare. If I continue to watch games like this, I'm probably going to have a heart attack. Jesus-hell of - Christ.”
"If you don't like it, leave!" Jeff couldn't help but get angry with the stranger, "Can you give our team some confidence? If we don't even support it, what hope does the team have?"
"Support, you support." Danny didn't look back, spat to the side, and cursed, "Damn idiot. You'd better pray that this game doesn't lose worse than Stanford University. "
"You!" Jeff almost rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, but his friend Nate-Chandler, who was standing next to Jeff, stopped him in time, "Calm down, calm down, don't argue with them. !" Nate pulled Jeff's shoulders firmly, "If they don't support it, there are still us, the Bruins still have us!"
Nate pushed Jeff down on the seat, then looked at the stadium with a worried face, then looked back at the empty seats, "Jeff, can that guy do it?" Nate didn't have any confidence now. , his only thought now is: Don’t lose even worse. Losing to the University of Southern California is already a shame. There is no need for this shame to become a milestone, set up in the Rose Bowl, and reminded year after year. Watching them.
Jeff ignored the group of people leaving and turned his attention to the infield. The young man who just came on the field has the number "11" on the back of his jersey, but there is no player's last name on it. There is only one possibility for this situation: that is a substitute player, a player who does not even have his name printed on the jersey. Even freshman Darius Bell has his name on his jersey, but this player does not.
Disaster, utter disaster.
Jeff's breath was stuck in his throat. He wanted to ask, "Why not send Darius Bell to play?" But thinking about it carefully, Darius is not a quarterback worth looking forward to, so the words He stopped there, and finally disappeared, his shoulders drooped, and he said desperately, "Do we still have a choice?"
"7:28" fell behind. The first quarterback was suspended before the start of the season. The second quarterback was injured in training camp. The third quarterback was just injured on the field. The fourth quarterback was a freshman. Freshman, fifth...the fifth quarterback is a nobody. Maybe the strong man just now was right, this was a nightmare. b5
Jeff didn't leave, but he still slumped on the chair, exhaling a long breath, his eyes a little blank.
When Lu Ke walked onto the court, his steps were a little floating, as if he were stepping on cotton. The sense of reality could never enter his blood. He didn't even have time to react, and the person had already appeared on the court, so much so that he began to doubt that it was him. The dream is still reality.
He stopped, raised his head, and looked at the chaos in the field. In the auditorium on the left, the students from the University of Southern California were singing loudly and seemed to have begun to celebrate their victory in advance; in the auditorium on the right, the students from the University of California, Los Angeles were exiting and seemed to have thrown out a white flag to acknowledge their victory in advance. their failure.
This is the Rose Bowl, the largest stadium in the United States. One hundred thousand people. Lu Ke had seen a scene of one hundred thousand people, but he couldn't compare with the shock at this time. Standing in the middle of the venue, the surroundings seemed so empty, and the raging wind swarmed in from different corners, and his footsteps were almost I couldn't stand still. The world was so big and I was so small. This strong contrast made my palms and back begin to sweat. An inexplicable feeling of guilt began to float gently in my chest along with the secretion of lactic acid, unable to find a place to stay. place.
"Bambi!"
A voice exploded in my ears without warning, and my heart floating in mid-air was suddenly pulled to the ground. Without any breathing space, it fell freely to the ground in one step. Lu Ke turned his head suddenly, and then saw Logan's familiar face with a bright smile, which made the corners of Lu Ke's mouth raise.
Even in such difficult times, Logan still kept a smile on his face.
Immediately, Lu Ke saw other players coming forward one after another, surrounding Lu Ke in the center, and then bent over to form a fan, stretched out, and the stars covered the moon.
They may not like Lu Ke, they may even hate Lu Ke, but at this moment, Lu Ke is their quarterback and their brain. This is the college arena. There are no conflicts of interest and intrigues in the professional arena. Everything is relative. It's much simpler. What's more, from sparring to substitute, Lu Ke is always so diligent and friendly. Among the main players, many people get along quite happily with Lu Ke.
At this time, they are willing to express their support for Lu Ke with practical actions. Of course, it is also to avoid making yourself a laughing stock and being nailed to the pillar of shame.
Lu Ke withdrew his gaze. He had no time to be excited, no time to sigh, and no time to become a thinker. He had to get his focus back and get into the game, tick tock, tick tock, the clock was ticking.
Lu Ke knew that he didn't play to lose the game, let alone to be a shame.
Take a deep breath to calm your heartbeat and blood pressure. Then Lu Ke knelt down on one knee and hid in the center of the crowd. All the team members naturally took half a step forward and surrounded Lu Ke, "Third gear, fifteen yards, and I just came on the field, and my hands are not warm yet. Everyone thought that this must be a simple advance to find a better position to punt. The fact is that my hands were indeed very cold, but I did not think that this was an offense for the purpose of punting. Need your help. Guys!"
Lu Ke raised his head and looked at his teammates. For the first time in his life, they stood on the same level and fought side by side. Then, Lu Ke put forward the boldest and most incredible idea, and everyone was stunned.
Logan laughed involuntarily, shook his head repeatedly, and sighed, "Bambi, I knew you were a bold bastard! But, I like such bastards! Bambi and I are together, who else?"
"Me!" Voices came over one after another, and everyone's palms overlapped one after another, and then Lu Ke's voice was heard from below, "Guys, can you remove your hands from my head? ?This head still needs thinking, your hands are a bit heavy."
