"Coach! Once, the last time! Walker is ready! This is the last time! Coach!" Banks continued to beg for Pres.

Pres was a little annoyed and turned around and left; but Banks continued to chase after him unyieldingly, just like a dog skin plaster that could not be shaken off; then, Nelson followed along, and the tail that could not be shaken off seemed to have signs of gradually elongation, and the scene was really not very good-looking.

What's worse is that Pres saw Robert who blocked his way towards him, which made him so angry that his brain hurt.

In fact, Robert just stood still and appeared on the way forward. He just refused to give way. After all, the coaching seat was only in this space, and he didn't think about giving way at all; but the angry Pres obviously wouldn't think so.

Originally, Pres was happily preparing to welcome his first All-American championship in his career, and he had even begun to conceive how he should celebrate; but the disturbances around him continued to remind: he was not the leader of the team, and everyone seemed to be challenging his authority.

First, it’s the player, then the coach, so what’s next?

Pres glanced around, and then noticed that the other coaches were guilty of avoiding their sight. They showed more content even though they did not look at each other. This made Pres furious and subconsciously looked towards Lu Yiqi's position:

The slightly green face became slightly tense, and the calm expression could be vaguely seen, the corners of the lips and slightly frown brows were expressing negative emotions.

But Pres is not in the mood to think carefully about what Lu Yiqi is. He doesn't care. A fire of namelessness just jumped up like this:

It is enough shame to hand over the on-site command to Lu Yiqi and Robert; but he can't even decide whether a rotation linebacker who has returned from injury should play? Moreover, now they are about to win, choosing a winning formation to avoid out-of-straight and turbulence. He is the reason for him in any occasion.

absurd!

"No! No! No!" Pres denied it irritably, looking around for a week, and said with the absolute authority of the head coach, "This thing will not happen! Absolutely! No!"

However, Pres's power seemed to have no effect. "Coach!" Banks still did not retreat and tried to say something else.

Pres was furious and glared back fiercely. His terrifying expression seemed to be able to eat people at any time. If Banks spoke again, Pres was not sure what he would do.

"Prepare to appear!" Lu Yiqi's voice rose just right, breaking the deadlock.

Pres strongly suspected that Lu Yiqi had deliberately saved Banks and deliberately prevented him from stepping down. He couldn't help but turn his head suddenly, staring at Lu Yiqi out of breath, panting like a cow.

But Lu Yiqi seemed to have not seen it, and was completely focused on the next game, waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that the offensive team players would appear immediately, otherwise the game would be delayed.

Banks looked at Lu Yiqi in dissatisfaction, and was about to protest with his neck, but facing Lu Yiqi's quiet eyes, he swallowed the words he muttered and complained, and turned around and walked onto the court quickly. The other players also looked at Lu Yiqi one after another. After getting the confirmed look, he walked towards the court reluctantly.

Nelson did not move, he stared at Lu Yiqi with some stubbornness.

Lu Yiqi was also a little helpless and gave a hint with his eyes: Don't worry.

Nelson paused for a moment before turning around and making a safe appearance.

Standing next to witness all this, Pres was so angry that he shook his hands hard, shook his back to Lu Yiqi, and walked towards the side of the court. His chest was still fluctuating violently, and he was still unable to calm down after all, even though the champion seemed to be within reach. Joy seemed to be no longer there.

After waiting for all the offensive players to appear, Lu Yiqi turned around and looked behind him:

Walker stood on the sidelines, his equipment was well-dressed, and he opened his arms to greet the defensive teammates who had just left the court. The clean and tidy jerseys were spotless, but were stained with some of the sweat and mud of his teammates. Then, he stared at the court with all his attention, focusing on every teammate. Even though he sat on the bench throughout the game, he was not distracted at all, and he really fought side by side with his teammates until the last moment.

He clenched his fists and shook his arms and shouted, "Go! Wildcats! Go!" The excited voice revealed his joy and happiness, and was about to welcome their championship with the team.

Some things, even though they know they are correct, not everyone can do them, such as saying goodbye to a relationship that makes each other painful.

Some things, even though they know they are wrong, not everyone can refuse them, such as consuming a lot of bubble tea. And the same is true at this moment.

He clenched his fists secretly, and Lu Yiqi gently pointed at Augustus' head.

Augustus, who had been ready to move, could no longer hold back. He turned to look at the substitute rotation player in the offensive group and the defensive group who had just left the court. The players in the special service group whispered, "Walker! Walker! Walker!" At the same time, Augustus kept raising his hand to make an inciting action.

Campbell understood Augustus's meaning at the first time, and shouted in a muffled voice, "Walker! Walker!" He even turned to face the stadium stands, waved his hands and arms at the Wildcats fans, and greeted everyone to join the cheering ranks.

Jerry Crosso was the first to notice Campbell's move.

Walker?

Reggie Walker?

The figure of the little man immediately appeared in Crosso's mind. Without any prompting, he understood what Campbell was doing.

The boy who fought side by side with the team until the end, the boy who tried his best in every game, the boy who worked diligently in the blue-collar position, the boy who was reimbursed for the season due to a knee injury, the boy who was eager to fight with the team, the boy whose career was about to end after the end of this season, the boy who went from being unknown to winning a place with his unremitting efforts...

How could he not know?

Before the game, I heard that the kid returned from injury, and Croso was looking forward to seeing him on the court, but the whole game was coming to an end, but he still didn't wait.

Until now.

Without hesitation, Crosso also stood up, raised his hands high, and shouted together selflessly, "Walker!"

One sound.

Another sound.

Another sound.
Chapter completed!