Ohio Stadium, a place that evokes the name of Columbus, is a place that attracts sports fans. It is the darling of many tournaments, and many of them are sad places for many American collegiate football teams. Because he is the home of death for the mighty Ohio University team.

There's always no shortage of blood-pumping scenes. Every time Ohio meets the century-old rival of the University of Michigan, it pushes the atmosphere to its peak.

On a pre-Christmas afternoon in the early 21st century, the lawns around Ohio Field were already bustling with people, and the cacophony of music and the smell of barbecue turned Columbus into a fair, and although the noise of people and cars almost turned a weekend into a festival, the noise outside the stadium was nothing compared to the tsunami-like roar that could emanate from the towering walls of the stadium on the steps. All eyes are drawn in the direction of the huge building of steel, glass and masonry, where the real party is.

The shouts of the mountains and tsunamis circled around the horseshoe pitch and then slowly converged. A hundred thousand throats exhaled hoarsely at the same time, and this wave rose into the already shaking air to form a whistling dragon, which circled and scurried in the air, as if to break free, and finally it found a cathartic object. So it smashed headlong on the more than 500 square meters of lawn on the stadium. It smashed on more than 20 strange-looking creatures that were scuffling together with more than 200,000 eyes.

The boys in helmets and shrugging tracksuits on the field rushed even more frantically in the tsunami-like wildness. The beasts in their bodies were constantly aroused by the more than 100,000 obsessive spectators, and in the ignited qi waves, they seemed to feel the more than twenty bodies of the court that were wrapped in strange wide protective gear constantly expanding.

Behind the mask are slightly immature faces, they are all college students, but in this arena, at this moment, they are all warriors.

Unlike the excited lads on the pitch and the nervousness of the boys in the waiting area, there is always one person who is not affected by the emotions on and off the pitch, and that is the coach of the team. They're monsters, made for this kind of high-profile yet suffocating occasion.

Michigan Wolverines coach Thompson was drawing lines on a splint at the moment, and he didn't look at the paper on the splint at all, his eyes were engrossed in the boiling field. The group of young men around him were so nervous that they almost stopped breathing.

"See? Those little Michigan are just pressing us on the sidelines, they just keep getting us out of the sidelines, making us impatient, making us messy. We had to adjust, the runners were too dense, the attacking direction was too obvious, they were timid, they were afraid of the pressure of the bunnies. They don't deserve the title of wolverine, because they were driven to such a mess by the bucks. Thompson roared as he waved his large, black-haired hand with determination.

"For substitutions, you have to replace all the runners and positions. They are timid and brainless miscellaneous hairs. They lack tacit cooperation, and they lack courage. I need to change, I need to make the other person scared. We've been fighting the Ohio bastards for a hundred years, and we can't lose to any of them. You, you, you ......" Thompson gestured to the runner of the half-kneeling team opposite. He hesitated when he reached the fourth.

"Coach, let Kevin go. We need speed. He is the most suitable. Jack, who was the first to be called, leaned into Thompson's ear and whispered a plea.

Thompson tilted his head to meet two eager glances, which came from a particularly conspicuous young man. This is a handsome guy, and the reason why he stands out is that he is the only black-haired and black-eyed Asian guy in a group of blond, blue-eyed, thick-haired strong men, and although he is also strong, he still looks thin in this surprisingly strong Western population.

"Kevin, Kevin...... No, it's better to be bullish. I want all of my runs to be able to collide. I want you to be more savage than these bastards on the other side. Don't forget, this is the away side and I can't let our Wolverine lads be ridiculed as soft eggs. That's it, you go and prepare, pay attention to the cooperation with the whole team. Thompson finally rejected Jack's proposal. He admired James's speed and agility, but he was terrified of Ohio's terrifying brutality of defense. James should be used against other opponents.

Young Kevin's face flushed with two cháo reds, and his expression of disappointment brought anger to him. But he just lowered his head in the eye with the coach. He chose silence and obedience. In the Michigan Wolverines, discipline reigns supreme.

The players retreated one after another, Kevin and others watched enviously as the substitute four changed their uniforms, they went over and hugged the four substitutes one by one, and then watched them rush to the center of the field with pride and excitement.

The second half of the game became more intense, and there were scenes of people turning their backs everywhere. The two sides did not listen to the exchange of offense and defense, and kept entanglement in the touchdown area.

In comparison, Ohio's offense was more powerful because they had more than 100,000 cheers. The tsunami turned the boys of the home team into beasts. And the Michigan lads were baptized by a flurry of shrill whistles and noise. Their youth and immaturity are constantly being tested.

Every time the other side shèmon made the lads in the waiting area even more frustrated. With their game experience, they have become more and more hopeless about the final result.

Kevin gradually retreated and hid himself in the corner, and his unusual appearance at this time further set off his loneliness.

No one noticed that the corners of Kevin's mouth had been bitten out of blood.

The moment he was denied play, his dream was shattered, and he was denied the battle against Ohio, an old enemy.

At that moment, the game was over for him. He chose the University of Michigan because he admired the Wolverine. He's an Asian player, and he's going to have to work harder than his teammates to get on this prestigious college team. He did it. Then he set himself higher goals, one of which was to fight against Ohio, a century-old enemy, but he didn't have that opportunity. Growing up in the United States, he never felt different, but the discrimination he received in this important game left him with a barrier that he had never felt before. His Asian physique turned out to be the reason for the coach to abandon him. His mind is no different from these Americans, but he has no blood from them after all. For the first time, he experienced what it was like to be discriminated.

In a roar of high cháo, the wolverine's lads were finally defeated. They lost, even though by a small margin, but they still lost after all. Lost the game they didn't want to lose.

After watching the game in a daze, Kevin returned to the break room with his teammates. None of them were willing to make a sound. They just want to sit still, they don't want to wake up from this nightmare. The players were scattered to shower, and the alternates were lying on the ground with their eyes wide open. The deafening cheers outside reminded the lads of their shame at the moment.

Time passed in the deathly silence of the locker room.

The ringtone of the mobile phone rings in the closet, which is not in harmony with the atmosphere of the locker room of the backstreet boys' "as."

longasyouloveme" broke the deathly silence in the locker room. Each member of the team looked at one person in unison, they knew each other too well. There was a complaining look in their eyes, but there was also gratitude. The atmosphere in the locker room was too dreary at this point. After all, they are college students, and they can't stand this dullness. American lads are even more unaccustomed to this kind of atmosphere. They only have a simple and optimistic personality in their bones.

Kevin's body shook a little, and he smiled awkwardly. The lifeless atmosphere was finally broken by his action of getting up to find his phone, and the young man began to get up and pack his bags.

Kevin listened motionlessly to the contents of his phone. He didn't say a word other than "hello".

His awkward smile slowly faded as he answered......

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