001  Fake  Connor

"Victory! Beavers!" hung one by one outside the door of Ript high school, The school bus with banners was coming. Today was the weekend. normally there would be no one here. But today was different. The noisy students were crowded outside the gate. The teachers tried their best to control this group of noisy teenagers!

"Hey! Hey! Can you open the door or not?" Across the school door, impatient students slapped the door and shouted at the fat driver.

The driver was helpless to sign and shouted: "look at the notice in front! This is a special car for players!"

The students moved reluctantly, saw the sign on the front of the bus, moved their positions and harassed another school bus. Of course, these self righteous young boys and girls directly ignored the sign 'cheerleaders' in front of the car.

The patience of students and teachers was disappearing... Everyone's patience was worn away by this chaotic scene. But there was no way. They were not the protagonists today. They were the green leaves that were required to appear. The 'beavers' of Ript high school play the' goats' of Cosway high school. In order to increase morale and win the victory, the school used "watching the competition will obtain a credit for social practice" as an "encouragement" to ensure that these green leaves can come to the scene to set off the real red flowers.

Quite different from the impatience outside the school, the excited football coach called his team members for the last time to have a pre match arrangement meeting at the playground of ript.

"Victory! Ript, beavers!"

After a group of energetic 17 - and 18-year-old boys shouted slogans in unison, the coach clapped his hands: "now, go and change your equipment! Get out of Ript! Let the whole school see your 'uniform'! Go to Fenway stadium! Then, win!"

"Yes, coach!"

The crowd dispersed to the dressing room.

These were the protagonists today.

"Connor!" A strong young man took off his training clothes. He was not happy. He was very angry! He walked up to another tall young man and asked, "Why are you doing this to me! Right wing outfield?! we all know that I am a waste of playing right wing outfield!"

The boy named Connor pulled off his coat, raised his hand and pushed away the boy who questioned him. He was a quarterback and a captain. How could he be frightened by his' men ': "I did it. What can you do?"

Now that physical contact had taken place, the next development can be imagined. Four or five boys blocked between the two and pulled away the two people who had already started punching and kicking.

"Kyle! Forget it! He's a quarterback! We're going to play soon! It's not worth it!" The teammates persuaded the boy who started questioning first.

But such persuasion did not work at all! Kyle got more excited!

"It's not worth it! He knows I need to do well to get the scholarship! This is my last year in high school, and this is my last chance! I must do well in front of the evaluation committee! Right wing outfield! Connor! You're targeting me!"

The right wing outfield is the least important position in the whole football game. No one will pay attention to it! Only those who enter the team by relationship, or let novices play to feel the atmosphere of the game, will be sent to that position! Therefore, Kyle, who was assigned to the right wing outfield by Captain Connor, can say goodbye to his scholarship.

"Hum!" Connor stayed away from Kyle under the pull of several teammates. He already felt that the atmosphere was unfavorable to him. The players obviously favored Kyle.

"Scholarships? Kyle, do you really need scholarships? Vincent! Tell this guy, who needs scholarships more?!" Connor was helping himself. Vincent was the one who replaced Kyle. Everyone knew that Vincent's family was not well off. If Vincent doesn't get a scholarship, he can say goodbye to the University!

Kyle looked at Vincent, who had not spoken, and at Connor, who looked provocative. His shoulder muscles arched with force. But he didn't continue to talk. He heaved his chest, took several deep breaths, pushed away his teammates and stopped talking.

Calm returned to the dressing room, and everyone put on their equipment in silence. If there is no episode just happened, people will feel calm and solemn before the game. However, we all know that high school has never had anything to do with peace.

The players left one by one. It was the first game of Porto high school football season. They need a good start, arrive in advance to feel the atmosphere of the stadium and imprint the beaver team. This is' superstition of the stadium ', or tradition. So it's part of the game to get in front of the goats at Cosway high school.

"Vincent, do well." Kyle looked up and said to Vincent who was walking outside.

Honest Vincent nodded, compared a 'thank you' mouth and left. Soon, there were only two people left in the dressing room who had argued before. Obviously, the dispute affected the mood of the two people, and their movements were slower than those of their teammates. The consequence of the slowness was that if the two people had a dispute again, no one could stop them.

"True hypocrisy!" Connor said to the air.

"What are you talking about?" Kyle stood up and shook off his knee pads.

"You heard me! Do you want me to repeat it?" Connor turned and defied.

Kyle clenched his fists and his undulating chest was more obvious because of the wide protective gear, but Kyle held back, turned away, picked up his protective gear and continued to equip himself.

"What? Are you afraid of me? Kyle Porto? Grandson of the founder of Porto, no one stopped me. Now you dare not even touch me?" Connor continued to provoke. Fortunately, he had put on his helmet. We didn't need to see his face now.

"Don't push your luck, Connor!" Kyle repressed his anger.

"What else? Do you want to hit me?" Now we can see why this guy wore a helmet. When fighting, the most important thing is to protect your face. Hehe.

Kyle was indifferent, carrying his bag in one hand and his helmet in the other, ready to leave here.

"Are you going to leave like this?" Connor stepped forward and pushed Kyle with his back to him. "Like a coward!"

Kyle, whose center of gravity was unstable, staggered to hold the wall. "Touch me again!"

Connor came forward again: "I touched it. How can you..."

Connor's voice was forcibly stopped, and the crash of protective gear and protective gear sounded in the dressing room! Among the metal wardrobes, all kinds of bumps and grunts reverberate. It seems that a small football game is going on here.

When the game stopped, the dressing room was quiet again, and only one person's heavy breathing echoed.

"Kyle, Kyle!" A clear female voice came from the door of the dressing room: "where are you, Kyle?" A girl with a cheerleading colored ball in her hand stood at the door and looked in. "Kyle! Are you in there?"

"Laura! I'm here!" Kyle's voice came from the depths.

"Oh! Please, brother! You have to hurry! Where's Connor? Everyone is waiting for you two!" Footsteps sounded. The girl walked into the dressing room. "Are you dressed? I'm coming in!"

"No! Don't come in! Well, we're not dressed yet!" Kyle heard some anxious voices. "Er!" The girl covered her eyes with colored balls and quickly stepped back, "thank God, I didn't see anything! Then hurry up, I'll wait outside. This place smells as bad as your room!"

"Don't wait for us!" Kyle's voice came, "let's drive by ourselves! You tell everyone to go to the stadium first!"

"All right! Hurry up, we'll go first!" The girl had already left the dressing room. Her youthful face turned a white eye with the characteristics of high school girls. She quietly imitated her brother's tone: "let's drive there by ourselves! Hum! It's great to have a car!"

When the last school bus left for Fenway stadium, Ript high school returned to the quiet it should have been on the weekend.

A black car pulled out slowly and entered the road. Kyle put his hands on the steering wheel and leaned back against the seat. His face was pale and his whole body was shaking violently. This way, you can go to the stadium or Porto police station. Kyle's heart was struggling.

"Hey!"

When waiting for the red light, a voice interrupted Kyle's thoughts. He turned his head and looked to the left. A man with dark glasses was sitting on an old truck. He reached out his gloved hand and knocked on Kyle's window. When he saw that Kyle noticed him, he turned his fingers and motioned him to lower the window.

Kyle lowered the window.

"Hey, boy, you look terrible. Are you a beaver player? We're going to the game. I want to remind you, please fasten your seat belt! I don't want our team to lose a player because of a traffic accident!"

Kyle looked at the white man and thought of something.