"Hello, I'm Keane. Liebowitz, if only you could call me Keane. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Clani's male companion held out his hand. When I got closer, I was younger and more handsome than Barack.

"Hello, I'm ......," Barack thought the young man who looked a little smaller than himself wasn't as annoying as Bud had suggested.

"I know who you are, you're Barack. Hoss, my idol, can I ask for an autograph? Keane said, literally pulling a notebook out of his pocket.

"Uh, okay." Barack took the pen unexpectedly and signed his name.

Barack worked hard to practice autographing, and he signed quite well, and although he was only a high school student, he was well-known throughout Tennessie, even surpassing some so-called entertainment stars.

"Isn't that young man very nice?" Barack and Bud walked. As the town's rising star, Keane quickly got caught up in the crowd after getting his autograph, and Barack and Bud were squeezed out in two or three clicks.

"He's just using you to get into our team!" Bardeby grumbled with a gesture.

"He also plays football?" Barack was stunned.

"Of course, how else would he be able to walk with Clanny?" Bard said indignantly. Clanney is the queen of the entire town's middle school, and even the queen of the entire town, and even her breakup with Barack will not diminish her influence in the slightest.

"Clarney......" Barack subconsciously glanced back, she was even more beautiful in the crowd, but she had lost her qualification to have this beauty.

The breakup with Clanney is as he and Bard said just now, very peaceful, very plain, but it is this peace and plainness that makes Barack unspeakably uncomfortable, although he does not expect Clanney to stay by his side all the time, but he still hopes in his heart that Clanney can shed a little tears for himself when he breaks up, at least more sadly.

Unfortunately, Clanney was calm from beginning to end, as if his previous enthusiasm was all fake. Just now, Clanney just nodded to himself, plainly like a neighbor who had only met once or twice.

"Do you know what that guy's first words were when he came to the team?" That's when Bard's voice came.

"Keane, you say? What did he say? Barack wondered. What the hell did that Keane say? To make Bard so angry, Barack was really curious.

"He says he's the new Barack of the Scarecrows!" Bard crossed his waist as if he were learning Keane's spirit.

Barack was stunned, and an indescribable taste came to his heart.

8:30

Barack finally returned to the course he had ridden, and his leg injury had allowed him to walk so slowly that he had to endure the chatter of Bard along the way, but Barack had grown accustomed to the nagging of his nemesis many years ago.

On graduation day, which is today, there is a ball game as is customary in the town, not an official game, just an intercollegiate game between the Scarecrows and the high school team in the next town. It's a tradition in South Tennercy, and it's the final game of the graduating veterans' high school career.

If three months ago, Barack would have been a hearty victory, but now there is no Baerak in the Scarecrows.

The Scarecrows team is mostly composed of 11th and 12th grades, and because there are many old guys on the Scarecrows team who actually graduate in an hour or two, they take this farewell game more seriously. Equally, there is even more rejection of the rookie who has been shouting that he wants to be the new Batrap of the Scarecrows, even if he keeps saying that he can bring the team a Barack-style victory.

Barack's return didn't go unnoticed in the town and school, but in the Scarecrows team, he finally got the credit that belonged to him - all the players came up and hugged him fiercely, because they all knew that without Barack, there would be no crazy and powerful Scarecrows team last season.

Attending the ceremony presided over by the principal at the stadium, before I knew it, the time quickly came to 10 o'clock in the morning, and the highlight of the graduation day was finally about to appear.

The atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic, and although the Scarecrows team did not get a ticket to Nashville three months ago, the third-place result still made everyone very satisfied, and today, the Scarecrows team welcomed a new star quarterback, Keane. Libowitz, this 10th grader looks just as good as the old Bekra!

Listening to the tsunami-like cheers of more than 3,000 people in his ears, Barack was in a trance again, this cheer was both familiar and unfamiliar, originally these cheers were his own, yes, at that time, he should have stood on the field and waved like a crowd, but now, he can only sit in the stands.

"I didn't know you were a good old man!" Although Bard had already been on the pitch, the cry of surprise still echoed in Barack's ears.

Just two hours ago, Barack was chatting with the veteran players, and when he heard that the veteran players disliked Keane and wanted to reject the "arrogant" rookie who claimed that he would become the new Barack, he told the players that he hoped they would accept Keane and at least give him a chance.

Although he has never seen Keane play, judging from the level of people's welcome to him or the atmosphere in the team, this Keane is obviously very capable, and it is precisely because of his ability that the players of the Scarecrows team will reject Keane so much - not because the players are jealous, but because they don't want Keane to steal the glory that belongs to Baellak.

Especially when Barack is back, although he can no longer play, the players of the Scarecrows team feel that they can't fight in front of the captain, that is a betrayal!

Barack was impressed, but he stood by his opinion.

"I'm just representing me, and even if I can still play, I'll graduate and leave next year, but the Scarecrows will always be the Scarecrows. The Scarecrows are not my own team, you can't exclude a newcomer because of me, whoever belongs to our town and can bring us victory, then he is our hero! Barack recalled what he had said in the break room.

At the same time, the game on the pitch has begun, and on the big screen, the score keeps refreshing.

6:0、15:0、30:6！

A massacre is taking place! The murderer is naturally the home team with the score ahead!

Although the experience is not as good as that of Belak, Keane is faster and stronger! Especially since he is still young, he still has room for improvement, and he has a great future!

Watching the Scarecrows score one after another, watching Keane gradually being accepted by the players and hugging each other to celebrate the victory, listening to the cheers of the crowd around him, Berrack's heart was extremely uncomfortable.

Because the one on the field is not himself!

The game ended in the end, of course, this time it was only the game that ended, and Keane's new "Barack" was shining brightly! It is foreseeable that in a year or two, he will be the best quarterback in the whole world, with countless applause, countless accolades, countless olive branches from top universities, contracts with professional teams, and even the dream Super Bowl.

Barack didn't know when he had left, but when he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the grass away from the pitch, and there was another person beside him, Bud the Broken Mouth.