Chapter 867: Court Glory

Alvin saw the "lightning" William pick up the rugby on the court, he jumped up happily, followed Steve along the sidelines to realise and started sprinting in the direction of William.

Watching William holding the football like a grass in the wind, his body crooked and adjusted several times, and then suddenly a forward evaded a slamming opponent player.

Immediately after that, William made a flexible turn and flashed a slam, then finally adjusted the center of gravity of the Hungry Wolves main winger and sprinted.

Several extremely fast teammates followed William. Whenever a bald eagle player approached William from the side, one of his teammates rushed out and collided with the opponent.

Excited Alvin followed the sideline of the field, waving his arms like a rotating fan, while running after William, he shouted loudly: "Chong Chong Chong ..."

William's calf didn't count as a sturdy calf. He was like a black antelope, and every step was agile and quickly rushed into the touchdown zone.

As William used a few flips as a celebratory action, the whole stadium began to shout like a mountain tsunami, "Hungry Wolf, Hungry Wolf, Hungry Wolf ..."

Excited Alvin raised his arms to the stands, shouting and celebrating happily, as if he was the one who touched.

When the stadium shouted "Hungry Wolf, Hungry Wolf ..." neatly, Alvin thought for a moment, and his hands suddenly pointed at William, who had been thrown and celebrated by his teammates, and shouted, "'Lightning, William," "Lightning", William, 'Lightning', William ... "

The spectators from the community school first discovered the practice of their principals, and soon began a new slogan under the leadership of several teachers.

"'Lightning', William, 'Lightning', William ..."

After the slogan of the entire stadium was unified, the 17-year-old black boy William stood in the touchdown zone with tears in his eyes, holding his helmet in one hand, and waving it vigorously to the surrounding stands. Loud growl.

At this moment, the pain, struggle, helplessness, and sorrow that this black boy experienced in the past ten years seem to disappear in a flash.

This stubborn black boy shot and killed his own alcoholic father who was beating his mother when he was 13 years old. When he thought his life was doomed, Sean Porter of the Young Masters let him see himself. The talent lies.

The community school showed him a new path, and Old Parker made him feel the warmth of his family again.

This stubborn boy who once preferred to live in the confinement room of the school rather than go home, finally truly felt his future at this moment ...

Steve laughed and looked at the voice of the game with the whole stadium, but William, who lost his body, ran to his side and slammed his shoulder, and shouted, "Good job ..."

Hearing Steve's encouragement, William dropped his helmet flushed with his eyes flushed for a few seconds, then suddenly plunged into Steve's arms and started crying ...

Steve froze, then patted William's shoulder, and said aloud, "Raise your head, this is your moment. You have to enjoy it, get used to it, and it will keep coming in the future."

William looked up at his teammates who laughed around him, wiped a tear on his face, said "Thank you" to Steve, and then looked at Alvin on the sidelines.

Seeing his own headmaster chasing a big fat man who jumped off the stand and planned to streak naked, he threw him to the ground in a gigantic manner, and then twisted his neck with awkward movements and lumped with this naked fat man.

William froze for a few seconds, suddenly laughing and trotting side by side with his teammates, rushing to the sidelines to cheer for his principal.

Alvin twisted the dead fat man's nose in an angry punch, and then wrapped his neck around to prepare to give him a stern look, only to hear the cheering sound coming from behind him.

With such a dizzying amount of effort, the streaking dead fat man rolled over flexibly and wanted to stand up and run away.

I just wanted to create a little atmosphere, and was caught by the most terrible principal Alvin in Hell's Kitchen. Is that okay?

Alvin listened to the laughter coming from all directions, and looked helplessly at the neuropathic fat man with a half-length mosaic, like a flexible big white pig running down the stand along a belt hanging from the stand.

Angrily making a threatening gesture towards the white fat man fleeing the stands, Alvin reluctantly turned his head and gave a thumbs up to William, who was watching his bustling with his teammates.

The Secretary of State at the Waldorf Astoria laughed and watched the picture coming from the TV. He smiled at a middle-aged man with black-frame glasses and said, "This is the most interesting game I have ever seen.

Our previous judgments on Alvin were not accurate. He was much more interesting than we thought.

Have you ever seen someone like him do this kind of thing?

Catch streaking, haha ​​... "

The middle-aged man in the glasses looked at the picture on the TV, a smile appeared on his thin face, and then said, "This is a school game. We all know what Alvin cares about most. His performance is not strange."

Talking about the middle-aged in glasses pointing at the picture on the TV screen, the lens was turned to the stand, and Stark was holding a big popcorn splashing at the people around him at the edge of the school square.

After the popcorn was sprinkled, the rich man picked up a bottle of expensive champagne from his feet and shook it vigorously, then sprayed it on the neighbors of Alvin.

Middle-aged eyes watched the picture on TV and said in their mouths: "Alvin's influence is not only in his power, but most of all his friends.

The strangest thing is that no matter what kind of person seems to change in the **** kitchen.

Tony Stark, Norman Osborne, Raymond Redington ...

These people are completely two people with or without Alvin!

This is the real influence of Alvin, and what happened in the past month fully proves it.

When those people are united, the chemical effects they produce are shocking! "

The Secretary of State glanced at the middle-aged spectacles and said with a smile: "Do you suspect that everything is a Bell family tradition?

We and Alvin are not enemies. Strictly speaking, no one in this world is qualified to be his enemy.

A person like Alvin is willing to follow the rules and is willing to put himself in the rules. We can't ask for more. "

After listening to the glasses, the middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. He touched his greasy hair and said, "No one in this world is beyond the rules, and even those who make rules are no exception.

Alvin is indeed not an enemy, he can only be a friend!

You need to be friends with him, and the World Security Council needs a channel to communicate with Alvin.

Nick Fury did a terrible job on this point ... "

The Secretary of State watched the Hungry Wolves' defensive team on TV lay down the quarterback when the opponent first attacked.

The lean, able-bodied, white-haired secretary of state waved his fist and called, "Good job ..."

While the two teams were reorganizing the gap, the Secretary of State looked at the middle-aged glasses and said with a smile: "We have all seen Eric Bell's report. We all know that it is difficult to approach Alvin with a utilitarian mentality.

Fortunately, I only carry goodwill, and it should feel good to be a kind microphone, haha! "

As the Secretary of State glanced at the middle-aged in the glasses, he said with a smile: "I might not say something, but I would like to ask your Bell family to stay a little further from Alvin.

There are many people who can use Alvin, and many have succeeded, but compared to those, Alvin's goodwill is more important! "

Middle-aged man in glasses sitting on the sofa with his hands folded against his chin, chuckling and saying, "Putting the safety of the world on one's conscience ..."

The Secretary of State glanced at the middle-aged in the glasses and said with a strange expression: "You have been on the anti-terror front for too long. Anyone you look at is like looking at terrorists.

Alvin cannot be a terrorist ...

Terrorism is not a vent of anger; it is a political weapon.

The veil of the government's absolute credibility was removed, and then the government lost the trust of the people in it.

Why did Alvin do those things? That runs counter to his ideals and life values. "

As the Secretary of State glanced at the middle-aged in the glasses, he thought for a while and said, "I suggest you pay attention to the issue of SHIELD. Many of their recent actions are strange.

Nick Fury won't do inexplicable things. As a new national security adviser, you'd better care more about that.

We always thought it would be convenient for SHIELD to have its headquarters in Washington, but we all thought wrong.

Now that the White House has been hit hard, we cannot let SHIELD mess up us! "

Middle-aged glasses nodded with a smile and said, "You're right, my inherent thinking is hard to make Alvin good.

I will leave New York when you meet Alvin.

Do you want to meet him on any occasion? "

While watching the TV, the Secretary of State said with a smile: "At the White House, the Manhattan Tomahawk helped me to the ambulance. He praised me as a brave man ...

A poor woman controlled by a terrorist saved my life while in the White House.

Now that my injury is just getting better, let's take a look at my life-saving benefactor, and then try to help a little ... "

At the Metropolitan Stadium, Alvin stood on the sideline watching Norman Osborn screaming and yelling at the referee on the field.

Just a moment after the ball, Harry used a flexible pocket footstep to create a small gap in the opponent's defense, and then passed the ball to the protagonist Jamal today.

As a result, Jamal did rush forward with a full 20 yards, but Harry was overpowered by the opponent's defensive end.

Watching Harry carefully twist his arm around his waist twice, and then signaled to the court that he was okay, Alvin sighed, and then dragged the shameless Norman Osborn, and said, "Man, you Can't always be Harry or a child in diapers! "

Norman Osborne pulled a big horse face and stared at Alvin. "What happened to you was your son, what did you do?"

Alvin looked at Norman Osborne seriously, and said, "This is a regular game, accusing the referee ..."

When Alvin was talking, the Bald Eagles defensive end stood up and pushed Harry when he wanted to go back, making him take two steps back and sit on the ground.

Where did Alvin remember what he was about to say? Osborn hesitantly cursed at the referee who was following Norman? Osborn was about to throw the yellow flag to him: "You're blind eyes ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ Our quarterback was overthrown ...

Hurry up, the stupid kid is going to kill himself ... "

Harry reacted quickly on the field. He stood up and hugged the irritable Jamal, comforted him constantly, and said, "Don't be like this!

I'm fine, I'm fine, he just has a fever in his head, he's not malicious ... "

As Harry watched the terrified defensive end, he said aloud, "It's okay buddy, you go back, my buddy is a little impatient.

Don't worry, don't be afraid, they just want to protect me! "

The referee looked back at the impending conflict, and glared at Norman Osborn before rushing to the scene of the conflict.

When he got to the place, looking at Harry, who kept calming his teammates, the referee glanced at the defensive end of the Bald Eagles, who was scared like a quail. The yellow handkerchief representing the foul in his hand hesitated for a long time and couldn't bear it. ...

(End of this chapter)