Howard was a little nervous, just a tad.
With his eyes firmly shut, his entire face scrunched up, he looked the picture of misery, as if uttering such a simple sentence had sapped him of all his primal force.
Li Wei said, "Good."
Subconsciously, Howard's shoulders shrank, weak and helpless.
He still vividly remembered the fear of being dominated by Li Wei in the "thirty-yard shuttle run." As a tight end, bursts of speed and sheer strength were his forte, so it was to be expected that he would lose the fifty-yard shuttle run to Li Wei, but at thirty yards, Howard thought he could compete with Li Wei.
However, fifteen battles, fifteen defeats.
The most outrageous time, Howard was even lapped by Li Wei.
Lapped!
Impossible! Howard knelt, and from then on, aside from in matches, he would walk around Li Wei.
But now, Howard needed Li Wei's help, or else his final exams for this semester were in jeopardy!