Outside Leipte High School, a banner reading "Victory! Beavers!" was hung on the school bus. Today was the weekend. Normally, the place would be empty, but today was different. Noisy students crowded outside the gate, and the teachers tried their best to control this group of undisciplined teenagers!
"Hey! Hey! Can you open the door?" Through the door of the school bus, impatient students slapped the door and shouted at the fat driver.
The driver gestured helplessly and shouted at the same time: "Look at the notice in front! This is a player-only car!"
The students moved reluctantly, saw the sign on the front of the bus, changed their positions, and harassed another school bus. Of course, these self-righteous boys and girls simply ignored the sign on the front of the car that said 'Cheerleader Car'.
The students' patience is disappearing, and the teacher's patience is disappearing... Everyone's patience is worn away by this messy scene, but there is no way, they are not the protagonists today, they are the green leaves who are required to appear. The 'Beavers' of Leipte High School faced off against the 'Goats' of Cosway High School. In order to increase morale and win this victory, the school used "one credit for social practice will be obtained for watching the game" as an "encouragement" to ensure that these green leaves can be present to set off the real red flowers.
Completely different from the impatience that permeated the outside of the school, on the edge of the sports field in Repte, the excited football coach summoned his players for the last time for a pre-match meeting.
"Victory! Rept, Beavers!"
After a group of energetic 17- and 18-year-old boys shouted slogans in unison, the coach clapped his hands: "Now, go put on your equipment! Come out of Reiput! Let the whole school see your 'shirts' ! Heading to Fenway Park! And, victory!"
"Yes! Coach!"
Everyone dispersed and headed to the locker room.
These are the protagonists.
"Connor!" A strong guy took off his training clothes. He was not happy, he could be very angry! He walked up to another tall guy and asked, "Why are you doing this to me! Right field?! We all know it's a waste of time for me to play right field!"
The boy named Connor took off his shirt and raised his hand to push away the boy who questioned him. He is the quarterback and the captain, how could he be intimidated by his 'men': "I did this, what can you do?" ?”
Now that physical contact has occurred, the next development can be imagined. Four or five boys stood between the two and pulled away the two who had already started punching and kicking.
"Kyle! Forget it! He is the quarterback! We are about to play! It's not worth it!" The teammates persuaded the boy who first started to question.
But such persuasion had no effect at all! Kyle became even more excited!
"It's not worth it! He knows I need to perform well to get the scholarship! This is my last year of high school, my last chance! I have to perform well in front of the evaluation committee! Right field! Connor! You Targeting me!"
Right field is the least important position in the entire game of football, no one pays attention there! Only those who enter the team through connections or let newbies come on to feel the atmosphere of the game will be sent to that position! Therefore, Kyle, who was assigned to the right outfield by captain Connor, can already say goodbye to his scholarship.
"Hmph!" Connor was pulled away from Kyle by several teammates. He already felt that the atmosphere was not good for him, and the team members were obviously biased towards Kyle.
"Scholarship? Kyle, do you really need a scholarship? Vincent! Tell this guy, who needs a scholarship more?!" Connor was trying to help him, and Vincent was the one who replaced Kyle. And everyone knows that Vincent's family background is not good. If Vincent does not get a scholarship, then he will have to say goodbye to college!
Kyle looked at Vincent, who had been silent, and then at Connor, who looked provocative. The muscles in his shoulders arched due to exertion. But he didn't continue talking. His chest rose and fell, he took a few deep breaths, pushed away his teammates who were holding him, and said no more.
Calm returned to the locker room, and everyone put on their equipment in silence. If there hadn't been the episode that just happened, it would have given people a sense of calm and solemnity before the game, but we all know that high school has never anything to do with tranquility.
The players left one by one. This was the first game of the Barton High School football season. They needed a good start. They arrived early to feel the atmosphere of the stadium and leave their mark on the Beavers. This is a 'field superstition', or tradition. So getting in before the Cosway High School Goats is part of the game...
"Vinson, behave well." Kyle raised his head and said to Vincent who was walking outside.
The honest Vincent said "thank you" and left. Soon, only the two people who had the dispute were left in the locker room. Obviously, the dispute affected the mood of the two of them, and they moved slower than their teammates. The consequence of being slow is that if the two of them argue again, no one can stop them.
"It's so hypocritical!" Connor said to the air.
"What the hell are you doing!" Kyle suddenly stood up and threw off his knee pads.
"You heard me! Do you want me to repeat it again?" Connor turned around, defiantly.
Kyle clenched his fists, and his undulating chest became more obvious due to the large protective gear, but Kyle resisted, turned away, picked up his protective gear, and continued to equip himself.
"What? Are you afraid of me? Kyle Barton? The grandson of the founder of Barton, no one can stop me. Now you don't even dare to touch me?" Connor continued to provoke. Fortunately, he He's already wearing a helmet, so we don't need to see his current face.
"Don't push yourself too far, Connor!" Kyle suppressed his anger.
"What if? You want to hit me?" Now we can see why this guy is wearing a helmet. When fighting, the most important thing is to protect your face. hehe.
Kyle was indifferent, holding his bag in one hand and his helmet in the other, ready to leave.
"Are you going to leave like this?" Connor stepped forward and pushed Kyle hard, who had his back turned to him, "Like a coward!"
Kyle, whose center of gravity was unstable, staggered and held on to the wall, "Try touching me again!"
Connor stepped forward again: "I touched it, what can you do..."
Connor's voice was forcibly terminated, and the sound of the collision of protective gear and protective gear sounded in the locker room! Various bangs and muffled sounds echoed between the metal wardrobes, as if a rugby match was going on here...
When the game stopped, the locker room returned to silence, with only one person's heavy breathing echoing...
"Kyle, Kyle!" A clear female voice came from the door of the locker room: "Where are you, Kyle?" A girl with a cheerleading ball in her hand stood at the door and looked in, "Kyle! Are you in there?"
"Lola! I'm here!" Kyle's voice came from deep inside.
"Oh! Please, brother! You have to hurry! Where is Connor? Everyone is waiting for you two!" Footsteps sounded, and the girl walked into the dressing room. "Are you dressed? I'm coming in!"
"Don't! Don't come in! Uh, we haven't dressed yet!" Kyle's anxious voice came out. "Ugh!" The girl covered her eyes with colorful balls and backed away as if she was disgusted. "Thank God, luckily I didn't see anything! Then hurry up, I'll wait outside. This place stinks as much as your room!"
"Don't wait for us!" Kyle's voice came, "We'll drive there ourselves! You and everyone else, let them go to the stadium first!"
"Okay! Hurry up, let's leave first!" The girl had already exited the locker room, rolling her eyes with a characteristic high school girl look on her youthful face, and imitating her brother's tone: "We'll drive there by ourselves! Huh! Having a car is amazing!"
As the last school bus left for Fenway Park, Leipte High School returned to the dead silence that should have characterized the weekend.
A black car slowly drove out and entered the road. Kyle put his hands on the steering wheel and leaned against the back of the seat. His face was pale and his whole body was shaking violently. This road can go to the stadium or to the Barton Police Station. Kyle's heart struggled...
"Hey!"
While waiting at the red light, a voice interrupted Kyle's thoughts. He turned his head and looked to the left as if he was frightened. A man wearing sunglasses and a hat, smoking a cigarette, was sitting in a dilapidated van. He stretched out his gloved hand and knocked on Kyle's car window. When he saw Kyle noticed him, he turned his fingers to signal to get down. car windows.
Kyle lowered the window.
"Hey, Zi, you look so bad. Are you a Beaver player? We are going to watch the game. I want to remind you, please wear your seat belt! I don't want the team I support to be involved in a traffic accident. One less player!”
Kyle looked at the fair-skinned man and seemed to think of something.