"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

The sound of the hunting wind can be clearly heard sweeping through the entire Century Chain Stadium, and the bright and clear sound of the wind is stirring above the eardrum, and it seems that the trajectory of every wisp of wind can be felt, because it is too clear, so that people can accurately feel the breadth and vastness of the court...... And emptiness, and dead silence.

In fact, there are still many voices that can be captured in the stadium: complaining, swearing, anger, comfort, encouragement...... The whispering trivial sounds were surging, but they could not be condensed, and when a gust of wind blew, they were all stirred into pieces, scattered everywhere, and finally there was nothing left, and more importantly, those voices seemed to have lost their vitality for a short time.

Dazed. Confused. Indissoluble. Lose. Despair.

A large area of gray emotion spread in the stadium stands, as if after a volcanic eruption, thick volcanic ash slowly fell and settled, and then the whole world escaped into the gray sky, unable to distinguish the direction, unable to identify the future, and unable to capture the context, so trapped in place.

That kind of emotion is worse than anger, hatred, and irritability.

This was true for all 12 people in the room. And what is even more terrifying than losing the game is that they don't know how they lost, and they don't know how to lose so many points, the shadow of the "minimum spend" breaks down their last line of defense, and then the Century Chain Stadium, which is terrifying to the whole league, falls into a dead silence.

The deep blue ocean in sight was slowly rippling, but there were no more stormy waves and storms, and the vast sea seemed to have been conquered.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Lu Ke's mind.

Lu Ke noticed Carl-Smith, and he also noticed Carl's speechless movements, but he didn't care.

He would not say that he had long forgotten all the events of that day; Nor will he say that he has forgiven the vile and shameless discrimination; But there are more important things that have taken over his life right now than those hate: the Super Bowl, Ryan Baldwin and Myles Scott, the nine, the team, Candace, teammates...... Wait, wait, this game is over, the Seattle Seahawks have turned the page, and he must focus on the next goal so that he will not stop for the sake of Carl Smith.

That's not worth it.

So, Lu Ke retracted his gaze, scanned the audience, and took in the dazed and confused silence, and then saw Logan and Marcus and the others who were celebrating heavily, but now, he couldn't join the celebration party, because there was still a task to complete after the game.

Turning around, Lu Ke trotted towards the center of the court: Russell Wilson was already waiting in the center of the court.

But obviously, Russell seemed to have suffered a major blow, drooping his shoulders, lowering his eyes, his face was full of unwillingness, the whole person seemed absent-minded, and even the mood to compete with Lu Ke was gone, he just hurriedly shook hands with Lu Ke, turned around and left quickly, the lonely and embarrassed back seemed to be slowly a wound, looking for a corner that no one saw, lick it well.

This reminded Lu Ke of the National League final in his rookie season: they tried their best, but they lost the game after all, and that kind of unwillingness and anger did not come from hatred, but from the desire to win, the belief in the game and the dedication to rugby, which will never go away.

Lu Ke realized that when he played the Seattle Seahawks again next season, maybe Russell would not be so easy to beat. Because people who are truly eager to win are always able to fully train from defeat after failure, and finally come back from the ashes, looking forward to the day when they chase victory.

So, let the horses come!

Compared with Russell, Pete Carroll is much more sophisticated, he really can't read too many special emotions on his facial expression, he always maintains a low-key facial paralysis, and while shaking hands with Hubble, he took the initiative to walk towards Lu Ke:

Holding Lu Ke's right hand, he raised his hand and gently patted Lu Ke's shoulder, approached Lu Ke's ear, and said in a low voice, "Wonderful game." Looking forward to next season's encounter. ”

Then, Carol nodded politely to Lu Ke before turning to leave.

But he didn't say "good luck with the Super Bowl."

Perhaps, even an old fox of Carol's level can't wish his sworn rivals in the same region to reach the Super Bowl after all.

Carroll is gone, Russell is gone, and the Seattle Seahawks players are leaving the court to leave the stage for the victors to celebrate. Although this is their home turf.

All the reporters still did not leave, bustling around Lu Ke in the center, and the live camera was still not turned off, but the TV picture had been transferred to the studio, and the analysts and commentators ended the game, and then the reporters noticed that Lu Ke's footsteps stopped, and everyone turned their heads along Lu Ke's line of sight:

"Richard, how do you feel now?"

"Richard, aren't you going to have a face-to-face conversation with Lu Ke?"

"Richard, are you happy with the performance?"

There were several other cameras on Fox TV, which was in charge of the broadcast, and at this time it was around Richard Sherman, another focus of the game, and it was clear that they were not going to simply let Sherman go, and the more noisy the pre-game-for-tat and the more ferocious the post-game chase.

The most cunning thing about the TV reporters is that they blocked the route where Sherman left, and then guided Sherman to approach Lu Ke step by step through their own movements and interceptions.

Sherman's footsteps stopped.

Because he noticed Lu Ke surrounded by the crowd - it was very difficult to ignore it, and then the cunning reporters immediately began to evacuate, dredging a passage, so that the gap between Lu Ke and Sherman was completely unimpeded, and it looked like a Qixi Magpie Bridge, but unfortunately Lu Ke and Sherman were not Cow/Lang Weaver Girl.

The game started in the afternoon, and now that night had completely fallen, the lights over the stadium were sprinkled down, and the shadows cast on each other were intertwined and overlapped, and then the scene created the illusion of a sea of people, as if every corner of the stadium was full of giants.

It's just that now all the "giants" are watching Lu Ke and Sherman.

Sherman's mood was very, very complicated, he wanted to step forward and punch Lu Ke hard, the bubbling anger in his chest couldn't be controlled at all, he couldn't help but clench his fist, but he let go again, not because he was afraid of post-game punishment, but because-

The remnants of his sanity were telling him that if he really stepped up and threw punches at this time, then he would become a joke in the whole league, like a dick who couldn't afford to lose, really nailed to the pillar of shame, and never had a chance to turn over, no matter how hard he tried and how strong he was in the future, he couldn't wash it away.

He needed to be calm, even if he wanted to punch that damn face twice right away.

The atmosphere was slightly stiff, but the reporters didn't care at all, looking at each other with excited faces, even if the two players didn't say a word, it was enough to spark, eating melons on the scene was really exciting, and then I couldn't help but start looking forward to it, the next moment, the two of them were going to punch each other and beat each other?

At this moment, the corners of Lu Ke's mouth showed a shallow smile, gentle and polite, humble and decent, looking like a good student in school, and then in the next second, Lu Ke raised the thumb of his right hand, and gently slid his eyebrows with his neatly trimmed nails, first to the right, and then to the left, a simple action, but easily launched a provocation:

What about your eyebrows?

Furthermore, before this game, Sherman also tried to make a bet again, and now Lu Ke made the most direct response with practical actions, "Fortunately, I didn't agree to the gamble, otherwise I really can't get the gambling book back", that kind of contempt and contempt, without any disguise, threw towards Sherman.

Syllable.

Although the two of them were separated by nearly ten yards or so, the sound of the slap was too loud, and it clearly rang in the ears of all the reporters in the audience, and then it was visible to the naked eye that Sherman's eyes were burning with rage, and he clenched his fists and was ready to step up to Lu Ke to launch a request for a life-and-death battle.

saw Lu Ke put down his right hand, showed a big smile at Sherman, and then ...... The smile disappeared little by little, little by little, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only an expressionless mask, which threw Sherman a look of indifference and disdain, and turned away like that.

And so it went...... That's it...... Let's go......

Sherman was left in place like a fool, not only embarrassed, but also turned into dust, completely ignored by Lu Ke: that despicable and shameless villain, always pretending to be modest and polite in front of people, but in private he is just a street gangster, always constantly provoking his bottom line, and he will not compromise means for victory, ugly! Filthy! Down/Cheap! Those fans should really look at his face now!

"Damn it!" Sherman's sanity finally broke through the bottom line, and he rushed towards Lu Ke's back with a wave of his fist, scolding and roaring in his mouth - he thought that someone would come and pull him, but the result was ...... No, the rest of the Seattle Seahawks players are leaving the court one after another, taking care of themselves, let alone coming to dissuade Sherman, which also makes Sherman's anger stuck in his chest and almost explodes.

Then, Sherman rushed forward a few steps, pretending to be ready for a "life-and-death duel", and shouted loudly in his mouth, but after all, he still did not break through the encirclement of reporters, and after not getting a response from Lu Ke, he turned around and left with a foul mouth.

In the face of the reporters who quickly stepped up to surround him, Sherman's anger completely broke down, and he directly stepped forward and pushed the reporters away, and the two reporters were directly overturned and pushed down on the spot, and then strode off the court, leaving this hell that made him completely a clown, he now has only one thought in his mind:

Flee.