bookpower Chapter 109 108 Tutoring
Chapter 109 108 Tutoring
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Another training session had ended, but the players of the Crimson Tide Storm hadn't immediately left, instead clustering together, cheeks flushed and voices raised passionately as they argued. It seemed as though any second, sleeves would be rolled up and fists would fly.
Listening closely, it became clear—
They weren't gearing up for a brawl, but rather, they were heatedly defending Li Wei.
This season, Li Wei's exceptional performance was clear for all to see, dominating the ground offense of the Crimson Tide Storm with an unexpectedly powerful debut, not at all inferior to last year's Derrick Henry.
However!
It was precisely because last year's running back had just won the Heisman Trophy, that this year's expectations for running backs were particularly harsh. Until now, Li Wei's odds for the Heisman Trophy were still trailing behind Jackson's, currently ranked second.
In response, the players of the Crimson Tide Storm were indignant and could barely contain their fury.
"Come on, let's play a game!"
Humphrey threw down the gauntlet.
"Us against Louisville, Li Wei against Jackson, let's have a head-to-head match to settle the score once and for all, so all those experts will shut up," he said.
"I'll give Jackson a proper welcome, let him experience firsthand the century-old defensive techniques of the Crimson Tide Storm. It'll be absolutely refreshing, an experience he'll never forget."
Boom!
A wave of laughter ensued.
Then Humphrey saw player number twenty-three, Li Wei, slowly getting ready to leave and called out, "Li Wei, what do you say, ready for a game?"
Humphrey had meant to ask Li Wei if he wanted to have a straight-up arm-wrestling match with Jackson. Explore more stories at empire
Unexpectedly, Li Wei just stood there for a moment, then silently started rolling up his sleeves and looked at Humphrey lazily, "With gloves on or off?"
Humphrey's muscles tensed, and his smile froze, as he waved his hands dismissively, "No, no, not like that, let me explain..."
But the crowd around, who loved stirring up trouble, chanted one after another, "Humphrey! Humphrey! Humphrey!"
Humphrey's face turned the color of beetroot as he tried to signal to his teammates:
Do you beasts have amnesia? Have you forgotten Li Wei is trained in mixed martial arts?
"Li Wei, we were just discussing the Heisman Trophy, what are your thoughts?"
A major feature of the NCAA is that academics can't be neglected.
First, apart from training, students have to attend regular classes, and there is a minimum weekly attendance requirement; to make sure that classes don't clash with training, every university arranges a special time in a designated space for athletes to complete their attendance hours without slacking off.
Secondly, there's a minimum GPA requirement, which can't be below 2.0. In truth, this means just passing every course, but for some athletes, it's still a tough challenge.
In the blink of an eye, the NCAA regular season was nearing its end, and the season was about to close, which also meant that players needed to pick up their forgotten student identities and prepare for the final exams before Christmas.
Compared to training, this was true hell.
Li Wei, always addressing the most inconvenient truth.
Of course, not all players struggled with academics; but that didn't mean they were all willing to sit quietly in the library and study.
The scene was quite brutal.
However, before Li Wei could get far, he noticed a figure lurking behind the bleachers like a mole in the corner of his eye.
Didn't they know that the space beneath the bleachers was hollow and one could see right through it?
And these big guys, no matter how they tried, couldn't possibly hide themselves there.
Li Wei was somewhat exasperated—
After the game against Louisiana State University, Li Wei noticed that the progress bar at the bottom of the training system page was almost full, and indeed, after today's training, it reached 100%. The system alerted him that he had another chance for a card flip, and he was about to start spending money on it.
So, should he honor others' good intentions, pretend he had not seen this group of moles, and leave, first checking out what rewards the card flip would bring?
"You go," "You," "I'm not familiar with him"...
There was rustling and chattering, and seeing the moles at it, Li Wei couldn't bear to watch. He cleared his throat softly, indicating their cover was blown.
Thud.
A figure was pushed out—
Howard.
Tight End, a big guy with dreadlocks, now stood in front of Li Wei in an awkward posture, like a child bursting to pee but too afraid to tell an adult.
"OJ." Li Wei showed a smile.
Howard's name was one of the few Li Wei could remember because OJ, an abbreviation for Orange-Juice, was the nickname everyone used for him in the team. Nobody really remembered what those two letters originally stood for anymore.
Howard took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and with a pained expression as if resigned to his fate, bellowed, "Please, please help us with tutoring! Thank you! And sorry!"