In the afternoon, after a sumptuous lunch prepared by Alice to comfort her friends, Lola waited for Benjamin's 'return' while calculating how much exercise she had to do to lose the calories from these foods.

Benjamin lay on top of the vault's dome, not knowing what he was thinking, and seemed to have a smile on his face.

Barton's limousine stopped in front of Grande's house to pick Lola back.

Under Old Hank's frowning brow, the stern-faced butler said to the girl who was determined not to leave.

"Watching the 'Beavers' play against the 'Sea Lions' will earn you credit for extracurricular activities. Miss, you need these credits if you don't want to take the first grade twice. ”

Lola was speechless and got into the car dejectedly. Hunched over, Old Hank lifted the closure sign in front of the door and placed it in the middle of the path into the Grande House before returning and closing the inky door. Well, it's a weird old man.

The Patton limousine kicked up dust from the dirt and gravel road, turned to Route 27 and headed for Barton North. The butler, who always looks strict, predicts the road conditions, gives up the idea of sending Lola back to school, and instructs the driver to drive directly to [Fenway Park].

......

There was no opportunity to play as a cheerleader, and there was no older brother to play on the court. Lola sat in the friendship seat at [Reipt High School] solely for the sake of credit.

When the countdown under the scoreboard above the center of the court cleared, Lola jumped and cheered in her seat under the influence of her peers around her.

"Beaver!Reiput, Beaver, Reiput......" Lola waved the ball in her hand, forgetting her troubles for a moment, uh, this 'temporary' was gone, and the name "Connor" began to appear in everyone's cheers!

The Beavers in the field ran happily, and they rushed to their quarterbacks as they did the last time, hugging Connor in the center, and then I don't know who lifted Connor's ass, and Connor was lifted into the air!

"Connor, Connor......" The energetic lads carried their captain and waved their fists in the air, leading the cheers in the audience!

The game commentators responded to the enthusiasm of the crowd in the stadium, and the excited commentators gathered in front of the microphone and shouted: "Connor, Connor Herman, captain of the Beavers, star of the game!"

"Oh my God, who knows! William Herman's son was a gifted boy!"

"This year's league is destined to surprise us! It seems that the elder Herman can get rid of the scandal that he 'donated a quarterback' to his son!"

"That's the truth! Haha! With last week's competition, this kid has already shown us what he can do! I told you last week, this kid must have a future!"

"Yes, yes, you're right! I just want to say that I'm a big fan of Hermann! My old car has been with me for 20 years!"

"You're cunning! I'm also a loyal ...... of Herman."

When the commentary has turned into a sycophant, Lola pushes through the crowd and leaves the stands, she is going to the players' lounge, she has to settle accounts with Connor for her brother!

Well, Lola heard so much more than she said to Alice last night. For example, she hears that the real reason her brother Kyle gave up football is because Connor transferred Kyle to the least appreciated place!

But she didn't tell Alice about this, because in her opinion, Alice was going to apply to come to Reipter. She had almost figured out her friend's personality, and she didn't want Alice to think that high school was a place of intrigue!

This time, Lola had no reason for the players' families, and even with Barton's last name, the stout staff shook their heads and pushed her and a frenzied crowd of fans out of the break room, leaving room for the reporters who were ready to go.

"Ahh Lola looked at the woman with an Indian-style headscarf behind her, quickly apologized, squatted down to pick up the handbag, and returned it to her.

"It doesn't matter. The woman smiled, but her face did not look good. With high cheekbones, deep-set eye sockets, the Contours of the Indos are all deeper than those of ordinary Federation people, especially women, so if you are a little tired and not modified with makeup, it will give people a haggard feeling, Alice is such an example.

Lola looked around, and it was strange for a woman in her fifties to appear in this place occupied by young people. But she didn't think much of it, and in the crowd, she protected the woman's side.

"Thank you. The woman noticed that the girl next to her was helping her move out of her standing position, and smiled at the girl gratefully: "I heard what you said to the staff just now, you are looking for Connor, are you his fan?"

Lola shook her head a little discouraged, she could already hear the people around her shouting Connor's name: "I'm not, I'm here to settle accounts with him!"

The woman sighed, her eyes a little dark, not knowing what she was thinking.

Outside the lounge, the Beavers players finally walked out of the lounge, and in the front of the room, of course, 'Connor'! The crowd pushed again, and Lola was caught in the middle of it, and after a while, she was not buried in the cheers and crowd. She didn't forget the woman beside her, but when she looked back, she found that the other party had disappeared, and God knows where she was squeezed by the crowd!

Connor, oh no, Ryan Tempest was on Connor's skin, his face still tinged with excitement, the spotlights flickering in front of the not-so-spacious lounge hallway, and he squinted at himself not knowing which microphone he was talking to!

The chaotic interview lasted twenty minutes, and the stadium staff began to push through the crowd and clear a way for the players to leave.

Ryan walked behind the stout security guard, and he realized that all eyes were on him!

It's only natural that he hasn't adapted to his new body in the game against the Goats last week, and his on-the-spot command has worked, but his own ability is not as obvious as it can be. This week, he has fully adapted to his body, and today's game is what he really shines!

In traditional Indian customs, a name is the most important description of a person, and the name run stands for 'run'. This is what Ryan is most proud of himself! In fact, in the interview just now, some people have already begun to compare the current 'Connor' with the regrettable 'Ryan Hurricane' three years ago!

Ryan's face was filled with excitement, his head tilting from side to side in the glow of the spotlight, reaching out his still sweaty palms and slapping them against the enthusiastic fans, but he didn't know that his hand had been touched by the lucky guy. In the last period of his life, he had not been able to experience such a scene of being pointed at by countless cameras, and now he is very satisfied!

Ryan's hearing was filled with a cacophony of shouts, "Connor, Connor......"

He couldn't see anyone around him at all, his vision was replaced by the blind spots caused by the magnesium lights, but he still maintained an excited smile, his hands open, countless fingers overlapping with his palms, parting, overlapping, parting......

Ryan felt a somewhat cool palm grab his wrist and pull himself to the side!

"Ryan, run, Ryan, run! my son!run!"

In Ryan's ears, the world's "Connor" shouts disappeared at this moment, and a voice that truly belonged to Ryan sounded! Pupils that diated from being immersed in excitement constricted! Mother, mother?!

Ryan turned his head, but there were only mottled blind spots in his vision!

"Ryan!run!"

Ryan felt a small ball of paper being shoved into his hand, and held down his fingers for him to hold!

Ryan's teammates behind him pushed him, and the bodyguard in front of him turned around and pushed away the crazy fans who had dominated the 'star'!

The chill on Ryan's wrist disappeared, and he was a little sluggish and pushed forward by his teammates behind him, and the sound of "Connor" came back again. Ryan clenched the paper bag in his hand, and he wanted to look back at the person, but the qiē in his field of vision was still obscured by blind spots......

......

James frowned, he looked at the man beside him, "Why did you call me here! You should be resting in the hospital!"

"No kidding!" Rivench, who was wearing a Poirot tie, smiled and patted James on the shoulder, but he grinned at the stitched wound, "Hunters don't have time to rest!"

"I'm not a hunter!" James's brow furrowed, he obeyed Zack's advice not to contact the hunter, but this guy found himself! This is for the hunter named Rivench Tempest to know James's phone number, James's job, James's home! James really doesn't know how to avoid this guy!

"No one is born with anything. Rivench smiled, "You should be a hunter, I'm optimistic about you!"

"I don't need to be favored by you, like I said before, I'm a police detective, I only care about things that pose a threat to the citizens!people, or monsters!" James was a little annoyed: "I don't need to be a hunter to do this!"

"It's a pity that you're not strong enough to deal with the monster in your mouth. Rivench chuckled and looked at James, "I don't know how you dealt with the shapeshifter who attacked you for the first time, maybe it was just your luck." At least the ghoul of the second time, you wouldn't be standing here without me!

James couldn't argue with that.

"You're good. Moreover, you seem to have some knowledge about aliens and hunters, but you don't know enough. Rivenci smiled and looked at the team that walked out of [Fenway Park], and raised his hand a little reluctantly: "Look there, do you see that there is what you call 'monsters' there?"

James looked at the rugby players who were surrounded by a crowd of people with banners that read 'Beavers'.

"See? Detective Lance, you're blind!" Rivench's face turned grim, "But I can sue you right now, in there, something has taken the place of an identity that doesn't belong to it!"

"Why do you say that!" James could already see the excitement of the group.

"That's the difference between me and you, I'm a hunter!" Rivenge snorted, "You're a detective who keeps everyone else safe, but you can't see the threat, how ironic, isn't it?"