"Take a deep breath. Reggie, take a deep breath! There is no need to be nervous. This is where you spend four years of college, and where the happiest and most beautiful moments of your life happen. It's not a man-eating beast. Just take a deep breath and walk in, nothing has changed."

Reggie Walker clenched his fists, cheered himself up, took another deep breath, and then walked towards the office building next to the training ground.

When they opened the door, they could still hear the creaking sound. They were always worried that they would use a little force, and the wooden door might fall apart; the moist mottled corners of the door had already crawled with dark gray concrete walls, and Banks always complained that it was "the best place for dogs to be convenient."

It seems that nothing has changed, everything is exactly the same as before I left.

A little unaware of it, his footsteps were tripped by the iron plate on the vent on the ground, and he staggered forward in a flash, almost taking a move to "flat sand and fall geese"; he finally managed to control his body, turned to look at the culprit with lingering fear.

"Walker! Be careful!"

Murphy, who was walking towards him, rushed forward and held Walker, helping Walker avoid the dilemma of wrestling, and looked at Walker's knee with a worried look on his face.

At this time, Walker had already reacted and patted his heart that was beating wildly, "It's okay, I'm fine." Then he noticed Murphy's gaze. He quickly looked down at his right knee, raised his legs and stomped his feet hard on the ground, showing a smile at Murphy, with pride in his eyes.

No words are needed, this is the best proof: his knees are fine.

There was a surprise in Murphy's eyes, but before Murphy could speak, a terrifying voice came from behind, "Regiregi Regiregi, is your knee healed? God! Finally! If you don't come back, Campbell and Hall will bite their handkerchief and sobb! But you actually tripped by the threshold of death, haha, I haven't come back for too long, I feel strange!"

You don't have to look up and know that it must be Banks.

Everything is as old as before, even the "death threshold" at the exit of the corridor is still the same - this is a very, very old building, and many designs are not reasonable. A heating vent was designed on the ground at the entrance, which makes people confused what concept was used to complete such a design back then.

Because the location of the vent is too strange, the school customized an iron plate and placed it on the iron fence of the vent to ensure that the gap is left to ensure ventilation, but it will not affect entry and exit.

Over time, this iron plate has become a "blessed land" for the Wildcats. Every time they go to the stadium or go to the parking lot to take a bus to the away game, every player will deliberately stay on the iron plate and jump hard to make a sound, as if this can bring good luck.

However, when entering and leaving, people are always accidentally tripped, which is also nicknamed by players as the "threshold of death". On the one hand, it is to joke that unnecessary injuries are easily created here, and on the other hand, it is to suggest that you can win after crossing the death threshold.

After missing two months of training, returning to the team by stepping on the threshold of death may be a good sign.

Faced with Banks' teasing, Walker raised his hand and scratched his head, not knowing what to say, but just laughed foolishly.

Banks widened his eyes and shouted, "This is not the Reggie Walker I know! Tell me, where did you come from? Honestly, are you an alien?"

"Get out! Don't pretend Will Smith plays the 'Man in Black'." Walker fought back without any mercy.

There was a burst of laughter around.

Banks didn't mind either, so he walked forward quickly and began to circle around Walker, "Ah! Ah! It seems that you have been completely healed? So fast!"

Walker jumped twice in place, "I have passed the doctor's examination and got the result of recovery. The doctor still advised me to take another week to protect my knees, but I thought that since I have recovered, I must return to the battlefield and accompany my teammates to complete the final final battle!"

Walker clenched his fists and shouted loudly, and Campbell, Banks and others followed suit and started to cheer. The corridor was very lively.

In fact, the doctor believes that Walker's injury has been cured, but it is still not suitable for fierce confrontation. It is best to observe for another week to two weeks to avoid recurrence of the injury.

However, Walker couldn't do it.

Finally, the team entered the National Championship! Finally, he recovered before the last game! He really couldn't miss it.

He understands the risks and the consequences, but he still cannot refuse the possibility of missing the final battle. Even if he just thinks about it in his mind, he feels unable to breathe. He longs to stand on the court, he longs to fight side by side with his teammates, and he longs to fight for the championship with all his strength.

Not for the future, but for the present - perhaps, this is the last game of his career.

He really doesn't want to miss it, nor can he miss it.

"Reggie, you understand the consequences of your choice," the doctor said, his eyes full of concern.

"Yes." Walker did not hesitate or fear at all.

Now, it's time to fight!

Following his teammates bustling towards the conference room, shouts came from the end of the corridor, "The roster of the last game has been announced."

There are more than one hundred players in each NCAA team, and only about half of the players can be confirmed to be on the field in each game. The coaching staff must determine the roster in advance, and the subsequent tactical training will also be based on the roster.

Walker's emotions couldn't help but jumped up, abandoning Banks, Campbell and others, and quickly stepped forward, then his steps could not help but slowly turn into a trot, rushing towards the locker room. Behind him, Banks and others could also hear the joking voices of him, "Reggie can't wait."

But Walker no longer had to refute, and walked to the door of the locker room, near the bulletin board where the roster was posted, bustling around many players, everyone was confirming whether their names were on the roster.

Walker noticed Nelson standing in front, and some players next to him were talking in a low voice. He gently said hello to Nelson with his eyes, and then squeezed forward. The other players noticed Walker's figure, moved away from his position, and unconsciously avoided his eyes.

Walker didn't have time to pay attention to these details, so he turned his eyes to the bulletin board, looking for his name in alphabetical order.

but……

"Sorry, Reggie." A low voice of comfort came from beside him.

Walker's movements were stiff in place. Before the excitement and excitement in his eyes could dissipate, his expression became lost and sad. He tried to squeeze out a smile to hide his emotions, but it was so difficult that his feet seemed to have roots and could not turn around.

No.
Chapter completed!