April 21, X012, 9 p.m. Central Time, Tennessee. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's the Tennessee Interstate High School Soccer League, with the Scarecrows at home against the Witch, and here is Aborgast, Tennessey, where wheat milk and rustic Tennessee girls are abundant. And, of course, there's our hero, the best high school quarterback in the whole world, the defender of Aborgast, Barack Hawe!"

"It's 38-42, the Scarecrows are four points behind, the ball is at 40 yards, and the Scarecrows have three more chances to attack!

6 seconds, 40 yards, and a difference of 4 points, this series of keywords is almost impossible in everything, not to mention that the Witch team is the top team in the Tennesch High School League, the runner-up in the last league. On the other hand, the Scarecrows, a country team born in a town with a population of less than 5,000 people, might not be able to occupy the crowds in the stadium even if the whole town were to go out, and if it weren't for Baulak Horse, they would just be a fish belly.

But thanks to Barack Hawth, known as the best high school quarterback and the brightest star of the future, the Scarecrows have made it all the way to the present, and if they win this time, they will face former Tennessee High School League champions Behemoth in their final game on the road, and if they still win, they will claim the only championship trophy in school history - regardless of the sport.

It's just that there are only six seconds left in the game, and the distance is 40 yards, and it takes a touchdown to win, which is really difficult.

"We can't blame these kids, they did their best today, the Witch team was the runner-up in the last interstate high school league and we were the bottom one, it's our best result to be able to fight until today, we can face anyone with a smile!" Even Abogast's commentator seemed to think that the game should end here.

The 3,200 spectators from all over the town who packed the town's high school stadium sighed at the same time, knowing that the children had done their best, and that the Scarecrows were already the best team in Abergast's 62-year history, but who wouldn't want to win?

That's when it happened.

"The Scarecrows call a timeout! they're going to do their best!" the narrator announced loudly, and then he heard the crowd cheering like thunder!

Yes, who doesn't want to win the final victory? The reason why football has become the No. 1 sport in the whole world is that it transcends the passionate collision of baseball and basketball! The passionate collision between muscles makes the adrenaline rush of the Chinese people! And all this is for the final victory! Only victory is worth celebrating!

Heavy gasps came from his helmet, and Barack Howth felt exhausted, and the cheers of three thousand two hundred people sounded like they were far away.

"Barack!"

"Barack!"

Suddenly, Barack was awakened.

"How are you feeling?" asked Danathan, a coach in his fifties.

Danason was well aware that the tall young man in front of him was his baby, the only key to his victory, even though the young man looked like he had reached his limits. In fact, throughout the game, the Scarecrows' offense and defense were almost filled with the shadow of this young man, he seemed to be more than just a quarterback, he was more like a combination of quarterback, running forward and guard, and that huge amount of activity was impossible for a professional player in the top league to stick to.

In fact, it is precisely because Barack is so good that countless colleges have extended olive branches to him, made countless promises, and even NFL teams have expressed their desire for him, if Barack is willing, he can soon become a professional player, and even go to the Super Bowl!

But Barack is still an ordinary person after all, he also has his limits, he is not as tireless as people see, in fact, at this moment he already feels that he can no longer run.

Six seconds, 40 yards, and a touchdown actually meant only one option for the Scarecrows, and that was to have Barack run the ball alone. Not only Barack himself, but also his team-mates and coaches, even his opponents, the spectators in the stands, everyone knows what is going to happen next.

And because everyone knew what was going to happen next, Barack's attempt to score a touchdown in 6 seconds was even more incomplete, and he could even feel the burning gaze from the Witch team locked behind him!

It was he who made the traditional strong team, the strong team that was expected to compete for the championship, panic, although there were only 6 seconds left, and it was them who were ahead, but it was the strong team that was terrified at the moment!

It's all because of yourself!

Barack did have reason to be proud, but he couldn't really run either.

"Barack!"

"Barack!"

"Barack!"

The cheers at the scene have become more and more real from far to the present, and almost everyone is shouting a name. They are calling out to Barac, and they want Barack to bring them miracles and victories!

"How does it feel?" asked Danathan again, the timeout running out, but his trump card seemed too tired to even make a sound. Looking at Barack's tired face hidden behind his helmet, for a moment, Danathan even wanted the young man to rest, he was too tired, and he had done enough.

Hearing the coach's words, the eyes of all the players of the Scarecrows team were focused on Barack, they knew better than anyone that the league could be carried out so far by this leader, and they also respected this leader's decision, even if Barack said "I don't play anymore" at this time, it doesn't matter. Because he has already brought too many wins to the Scarecrows, he is entitled to choose to stop and rest.

But victory is so tempting, who wouldn't want to taste the luscious taste of victory? With a win against the Witch today, the Scarecrows can take it one step further and challenge the champions of the previous tournament, and if they win again, they can take home that golden trophy!

The players stared at Barack with a pair of eyes that could not suppress their desire for victory and glory, the coaches' eyes were firmly fixed on Barack, and the eyes of the 3,200 people on the scene were firmly fixed on Barack.

At this moment, the ** of victory surpasses everything!

Including sanity.

Barack felt the pressure and he liked it because it represented what was expected of him and it was a testament to his ability. He felt obligated to carry the desire for victory from everyone in town to the next game, right up to the final victory!

"No problem, I'll give you the last ball!" Barack slapped his helmet hard.

"Did you bastards hear me? Your job for a while is to cover and cover and cover! Don't let the Witch team touch a single hair of Barack! We are competing to win! It's not some bullshit smiling at anyone! If you win today, you'll be on a Nashville plane and playing at the 70,000-capacity LP stadium in a week! There will be live TV broadcasts on Quanjin! Your relatives and friends will be able to see you on TV! That may be the only time in your life that you'll be on TV!" Seeing that Barack was taking the heavy responsibility on his shoulders as usual, head coach Danason breathed a sigh of relief, and then yelled viciously at the Scarecrows.

"And a lot of chicks!" exclaimed Bud, the black runner of the Scarecrows team, who had an ugly face and was energized at the mere mention of chicks.

"Yes, big city girl!" Clearly, Bud represented more than just his own heart.

"But if you lose, you're nothing!" said Danathan, grimacing.

Hearing the loss, everyone seemed to enjoy a large barrel of cold drinks that only a manager can enjoy, and they were poured cold from beginning to end.

"So you know what you're going to do in a moment?" said Danathan, pleased with the reaction of the group of over-energetic guys.

"Victory! Kill the Wicths! Go to Nashville Pickles!" all the Scarecrows members shouted around and ran back to the court.

"The referee signaled that the timeout had passed, and both sides were on the field again! Look, our kids are in high spirits, they haven't given up! They want to take the victory back from the enemy today!"

"Tee-off! The ball got to Barack, and Barack deftly dodged the Witch and threw the ball out!Ahhh