A storm!

Harris, who had lost his mind, opened his bloody mouth towards Lu Yiqi like a beast freed from shackles, and the smell of blood fell down. All eyes gathered in a bustling manner, watching all this in surprise, excitement or dullness, and the mixed emotions continued to surge.

Among the coaching staff, Augustus did not expect such an accident at all, so his reaction was a little slower. Instead, Robert and McArdu took the lead and expressed support with practical actions. Augustus was only half a beat behind and then quickly followed.

Others were panicked, but Lu Yiqi, who was the person involved, was calm and composed, and his unmoving response posture faced Harris' attack head-on.

Even though Harris' eyes were red, his veins were bulging and aggressive, he could not shake Lu Yiqi at all. Instead, he was intercepted like a head-on collision with the wall. From his body shape to momentum, he could vaguely feel Lu Yiqi's extraordinaryness.

No one is clearer and more direct than Harris' experience.

Lu Yiqi's steady aura made Harris's violent bombardment look like a child's flirting and unable to cause any harm.

Not only that, Lu Yiqi's corner of his mouth also raised slightly, showing a smile, not happiness or happiness, because there was a flame burning in his eyes, mixed with anger and tough hot emotions, which made the curve of the corner of his mouth full of ridicule and jokes, and even contempt.

"Puppet puppet, ah?"

Lu Yiqi snorted lightly, as if he had gotten some inspiration from this word, but he had no intention of explaining it, but asked after the tone of the conversation.

"Sorry, you didn't introduce yourself just now. What's your name?"

The contemptuous and provocative words made Harris' eyes widen, as if he couldn't believe he was accepting such an insult. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Al Harris."

"Oh." Lu Yiqi dragged the ending, "Sorry, I thought it was Charles-Chaplin."

Harris' thinking speed could not keep up with Lu Yiqi's rhythm: Where is this?

But this confusion made Harris even more angry, and he always felt that Lu Yiqi was crushing himself in his IQ, and it felt very, very bad.

Lu Yiqi still stared at Harris intently, raised his voice and shouted to the players of the audience, "Gentlemen, you all listen. Let us welcome Mr. Charlie Chaplin with warm applause to perform a stand-up crosstalk. He will play the stupid Singer in the 'Great Independence/Dict' to show you what it means to pretend to be extremely smart even though he is so stupid."

After saying that, Lu Yiqi took the initiative to applaud.

Not to mention Harris, even Robert, Augustus and others didn't understand it, so they stopped and looked at the scene in front of them with confusion; only Walker, who stood up again, stood firmly beside Lu Yiqi, and took a ready-to-run attitude.

On the entire training ground, only Lu Yiqi's applause echoed, appearing lonely and desolate, but this irony and ridicule became more obvious.

Then, Lu Yiqi approached Harris a little and deliberately made a bent over. Even though their height gap was not so obvious, this "beak-up" action humiliated Harris, which was comparable to slapping him directly.

“Professional?Professional?Dedicated?”

"If this is a professional player, then I am really eye-opening today. You are taking a million-dollar annual salary, but you train your own way, and then you think you are better than those rookies and blue-collar role players, and you think you can dominate training and games above the coaching staff."

"Your stupidity and shallowness make me want to laugh."

Neither speed nor slow, nor slow, Lu Yiqi's words were pierced on Harris' body like a dagger, and the lazy players who were stretching their ears were innocently caught in the shooting. The soreness all over his body seemed to be no longer important, and his face also changed.

He had no swear words, but was even more dirty than swearing words, cruel and sharp. Harris's face turned red and his hands couldn't help but clench his fists again.

But Lu Yiqi didn't care at all.

"I'm not sure what you think. Whether it's puppet or luck, it doesn't matter, because I'm not the one who decides your life and death, you are yourself."

"Do you think you can win the game without the support of your teammates and the guidance of your coach?"

"Rich, ridiculous!"

"What is rugby? When only fifty-three players are united and heading towards the same goal, this is real rugby!"

"Even if you are a star player, you must stand with your teammates. No one is special. Let me tell you that no one can be exceptional. When you stand on the training ground and on the court, the only thing you can rely on is the puppets standing in front of you and the oxen standing behind you!"

Under Lu Yiqi's attack, Harris retreated step by step. His strong and cruel aura was punched hard every word and brutally hit Harris' chest. This was the real "storm". One wave after another, there was no room for breathing or room for maneuver.

Harris's entire face was completely red, as if blood vessels were about to burst at any time. His whole body trembled slightly due to excessive force, but he was staring at Lu Yiqi's deep and firm eyes, unable to move at all.

Even the training ground was silent. The powerful aura caused the "innocence" around him. Before he realized it, he had already held his breath, fearing that he would be aimed at by the storm and then become the next victim.

"Let me tell you a secret."

Speaking of this, Lu Yiqi's voice slowed down and lowered. People in the distance could not hear it clearly. Only the players surrounding them could capture fragments of words through the sound of the wind.

"The 33-year-old cornerback, even though he is experienced, is no longer popular in the league, because there are still a group of 23-year-old cornerbacks emerging one after another, and they can't wait to take your place."

"And you?"

"A mere professional bowl? Haha. Look at the end of Favre, you should know that even if I am a puppet, you should also see who the controller behind me is. Then, who is your power of life and death in his hands."

"If you are so stupid that you can't even see this, I'm afraid this season will be very, very difficult for you and me."

The sound became lighter and lower, and finally it turned into a whisper in my ears, but the vicious smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.
Chapter completed!