The celebrations and holidays generally lasted for ten days from the day of landing, which is said to be the exact number of days when the Cybers had successfully cultivated a large number of human embryos, but it was no surprise that Yahwehs everywhere vied with each other to resist this absurd offensive statement.

On this day, Newton School Park is decorated with a sea of flowers, and a variety of fern vine potted plants cultivated from the man-made environment decorate the campus avenue and convey a heavy festive atmosphere.

Fern vines do not survive in the atmosphere of Chilian for a long time, so they can only be decorated to add some strangeness and mystery to the campus that students are familiar with.

Although most of the teachers and students will choose to enjoy the holidays, there will still be many students and parents who come to the school to spend the holiday with their classmates, so it is also the most active period for interest organizations and amateur clubs in the school.

The regular season of the high school football league has been over, and the "Wheat Cup" that determines the fate of the Supreme is scheduled after "Landing Day", and the old Walter has issued an order in the early stage of the holiday, pay close attention to the crazy catch, cancel all holidays, all the new and old players will be counted as one, all roll back to Newton, others will have a holiday, we train!

The Sabertooth Tigers' intentions make sense, as the team has not reached the Wheat Cup for five years, and his best result under his command dates back to the imminent defeat of the Wheat Cup 25 years ago.

Now it's Walter. The Sabertooth Tigers' unbeaten record in the regular season during the peak of Fuentes' head coaching career has lit up all sides of the city's attention, and that desire to focus has been further strengthened by their victory over rivals Komodo Dragons. All kinds of media and celebrities, all kinds of interviews and speeches invitations, even the mayor has to personally pay a letter to Newton Principal Benjamin . Nestan called to congratulate him.

The elder Walter really deserves to be an old ginger who knows this well, he is unmoved, after the end of the regular season, he has business as usual, training and physiotherapy have never stopped, he has refused all invitations, and there are almost a dozen media outlets who refuse to interview. But he is still terrified of his players, and although he has tried hard to spread his wings to protect them, the omnipresent reporters will still bombard their ace players at any inopportune time.

In the parking lot of Newton Academy, Jonny just stepped off his Carission when he was immediately stopped by two reporters who had been waiting on campus for a long time. He tried to ignore the two of them, but instead he was caught between them one after the other, one dragging the protective gear satchel he was carrying, the other wearing data glasses and holding the operator in his hand, he operated the small camera on his shoulder, and chased after Jonny's face.

"Jonny, Jonny, hi, pompous news, we're your big fans, be sure to be interviewed by us." The guy with the camera on his shoulder said, and Jonny looked at the man behind him, pointing to his satchel, and the man had to let go of his hand.

"Let's talk all the way." There's nothing Jonny can do, knowing they're not going to give up easily, he's met a few guys these days, and he's become the darling of a new round of star-making in the world of Chilian since the team ended the regular season with an undefeated record.

"Thank you, thank you." The man followed, and Jonny walked at a rapid pace.

"How do you feel about the saber-toothed tiger's rocket-like achievements since you joined?" He controls the controller with both hands in front of him, adjusting the camera on his shoulder.

'The results are the result of the team's collective efforts, the 11 players on the pitch, the attack and the defence, I am just one of them. Jonny was a little impatient, these questions had been asked badly these days.

"But last year's saber-toothed tiger league record was mediocre, and even the "Wheat Cup" did not score." The man asked.

"I was in the team last year." Jonny frowned.

"That's as a special service player, not a quarterback......" the man said.

"So what?" Jonny asked rhetorically.

"You're a genius, and they've been hiding you for a whole year, if it weren't for the quarterback before you......"

"Not what you say it is." Jonny said. "Whether the ability is good or bad, the coach can see it during training, and I am in my place, what do I say?" He walked a few steps to the vicinity of the teaching center building, and in the square in front of the building, there were various amateur clubs of the school showing their extracurricular achievements. In front of Newton's statue is a huge model of a starship made from discarded canteen plates and frog milk boxes, with a detailed shape that closely resembles the one depicted in many books.

Jonny couldn't help but stop, staring at the model with interest.

"That still doesn't explain the amazing results of the Sabertooth Tiger this year." The reporter walked around to his eyes, and the camera on his shoulder was aimed at his face, which made Jonny's interest stopped, and he noticed that there were people in the square who had been staring at them, and when he looked closely, it was Xi Kewen from the Da Vinci class in the Fuxing Building.

There are several tables in front of the narrator, and there are many birds at the door in front of the table, and he lazily leans against a huge AT board, which is densely covered with static photos that have long been obsolete and outdated, as if he is holding a kind of retro photography exhibition of some kind.

Jonny had an idea in his mind and finally explained to the unrelenting pompous news reporter.

"Results are made game by game, and it's related to the growth of players in every position, and if it's just me, those famous professional teams only need to have a good quarterback to win?" He laughed. "I don't know why you always use this routine, but if you were a smart person, you would think you were going to deal with me......"

Jonny looked at the puzzled reporter and patiently explained: "You want me to take the fruits of victory alone, my heart swells, I make people angry and notorious, and then I fall from the sky heavily, preferably with my face to the ground, and I will never get up if I fall, and in this way, you can sigh and regret, and give chicken soup afterwards such as hatred of iron and steel." If I were a wise man, I would know that this is called wanton killing, this is called tireless teaching......"

The reporter he said quickly was so embarrassed that he waved his hand again and again, and even the camera lowered his lens.