On the pitch, Jonny is putting on a great show. He and Roger. Clark's deceptive handover was near-perfect both in concealment and in performance.

Roger's meticulous handling and ball protection tricked him into at least one end and two linebacks, so when he stepped forward with his long legs and attacked the other side, the Ground Exploration Golf's defense was in fact completely torn apart.

He ran like a fly, and when he saw the emptiness in front of him, he quickly glanced at the other side with his afterglow, surrounding Roger. Clark's defenders had woken up from the illusion and abandoned the blonde boy to flank him.

Passing the ball at this time? Falling balls? There are too many variables, and Roger is still guarded by the opposing end guard, and the defense is indeed very orderly......

He continued on his way, crossing another ten-yard line, and the audience was already boiling, and great cheers were exploding from all sides, but his mind was so empty that he could not hear anything.

Do you continue to dribble? The free run ends here, do you need a fight? Bo, well, Bo.

He retracted his steps, faced the oncoming cornerguard, he stepped between his legs, immediately leaned back, and at the moment when the opponent's hand was about to hold his body, he made a large 180-degree turn from the head at an inclined angle, and the cornerman fell forward, and he continued to start running.

It's two this time, do you need a doctor? Tighten the ball, protect the ball, Bo, Bo.

He spun to the left, and when the two of them pounced, he turned to the right, his steps moved sideways, he took a big step, avoiding the entanglement of the four pairs of hands, leaped up from their fallen bodies, volleyed somersaults, and after falling was far away from the trap, he staggered, made slight adjustments to return to normal, and then accelerated and galloped.

The last ten yards, is that the end of it? There are three more, it's completely impossible, along the borderline, if it doesn't work, it will go out of bounds, but it's still possible, you can still Bo, Bo? Bo is it!

He rushed to the sideline, and the three opponents flanked him, without any avoidance angle, he suddenly retracted, as if giving up, and moved towards the border, waiting for the three who pounced on him to slacken their spirits, he moved a few steps backwards quickly, and exited a gap! Then it flashed past them like a gust of wind.

The last person, Bo ...... It's simple......

A ranger stood on the edge of the touchdown line, who was extremely fast, and had just followed Roger from his side to the line. But he lunged at the guard, then slammed him a few steps away with his shoulder.

Jonny unloaded his forward momentum from the hapless ranger as he walked across the scoring line in a broken stride, exhaling a long breath before turning his head to the stands and waving in the direction of his uncles.

"Jonny! I'm going crazy, Jonny! Johnny! I can't believe it...... Oh my God, my God! "Steven. Taylor responded by raising his hands frantically.

"The stinky boy drives straight into the 50-yard range, the quarterback does the work of a running forward, and the touchdown is like playing." Nathan. Taylor rubbed his eyes in surprise.

"Yes, big brother, you didn't come twice, you don't know, Jonny is omnipresent, all-round, all-round, and an all-rounder." Daniel. Taylor excited.

"My friend Jonathan. Reagan has a scouting column on Shen Dayin's sports channel, and I quote his original words: Jonny of the Sabertooth Tigers. Kent is the only talent I've ever seen! "Andrew. Taylor said triumphantly.

"Reagan? You're just a loyal reader of his, and a friend. Andrew's lie was immediately exposed by his second brother Cameron.

"When he knows that Jonny is my nephew, aren't we friends? You really don't have a vision. Andrew said indifferently.

On the far court, the Sabertooth Tigers swarmed up from all angles to drag their hero to the turf, but Jonny desperately dodged only to be caught by 'Scar' Seth, who was immediately crushed by a group of Royama-like teammates.

Roger. Clark tried to save his friend, but was caught by the 'milk baby' Sobrino behind him and thrown him into a mountain, and the celebratory crowd immediately shouted and cursed.

A couple of Taylors laughed at the sight, Andrew . Taylor was suddenly sentimental, he patted his brother Steven on the shoulder and sighed: "You won't be able to see the next year's wheat cup, that's a pity." ”

Steven didn't speak, just stared at the court greedily, he was dressed today in leather shoes, and his open long-necked shirt revealed a neatly ironed white shirt, which greatly changed the punk image that was usually deliberately sideways. His long, messy hair had been shaved short, and his scruffy beard was gone, and after some tidying, he was still a handsome young man.

Not far from them, in the stands, a small man in Newton's spring school uniform with odd braided hair was talking to himself with his watch.

“…… As we can see here, Wen Zhicheng's famous media "Apple Line Vision" also sent a special film crew, and they don't seem to have a host, so let me interview them. He ran to a television crew in the stands with a camera on his shoulder.

"May I ask Mr. Photographer, how much does a professional filming instrument like this in your station cost? I know that this is the fifth generation of the "Acemis" company, and it is not at the same level as the amateur-level "Fantasy" holographic products, but I don't know his specific model and price, please tell me about it. Xi Kewen held up his watch and handed it to a staff member who was filming the game live.

“…… Walk...... Go away! ”

"We seem to have met a media worker who doesn't like to communicate, and it's easy to understand that they often hide behind the camera and never get on stage......

"How do you feel about this game? Oh...... Sorry for my politeness...... Let me introduce myself, my name is Xi Kewen, a second-year student at this school, the host of the sports journal, the president of the Photography and Documentary Association, the reporter of the Hobbit team of the Wen Zhicheng Winning Basketball Team, the media writer of the school park, and the third-level teaching assistant, I am creating my own ......"

"The worker walked backwards, perhaps there was something unspeakable, let's follow him." The braided teenager was not discouraged.

"Sir...... Mr...... You haven't answered my question yet, I mean to rate our Jonny, you must have sent you here for him, in your own words, to evaluate this wonderful player, he is the hope of the Sabertooth Tigers......" He held out his watch and looked at the hapless guy who was dismantling the equipment he had just set up.

"I ...... No...... Close...... Heart! The man shouted word by word in front of his watch, and then fled again with the camera on his shoulder.