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Chapter 19: Coach Watt's Invitation

Smallwell High School.

Full name: Smallville Town Public Comprehensive Secondary School.

In the early morning, a thin mist enveloped the town of Smallville, and the soft morning sun spread across the vast Kansas plains, also enveloping these old-fashioned schools that had been established for more than half a century.

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"So did you go to the town hospital or not?"

Break time between classes.

Chloe stopped Lucas, who was about to go out for some fresh air, and asked in a low voice.

The girl's light brown eyes kept darting around, her gossip-loving ambition to become a reporter burning brightly.

Last night, she overheard some very shocking news from her father:

Someone sneaked into the hospital and disrupted a secret experiment being conducted by a group of top experts who had come all the way from New York.

I don't know why,

Chloe immediately thought of Lucas.

She swore that his face, which seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by the Creator, was only a small part of the reason.

Most importantly, Lucas showed an expression different from everyone else when he heard the news that day.

At the very least, she is completely different from her good friend Pete, the heir to the corn factory.

Speechless?

excited?

It's hard to describe in short.

Furthermore, she did not misremember what she said.

Lucas apparently skipped class that day...

All these reasons combined made Chloe feel a sly, secret joy, as if she had caught someone's little secret.

"Please put away your fantasies and speculations; I did not go to the town hospital."

Lucas withdrew his gaze from Chloe, having no intention of lingering with her, and like a typical straight man, he abruptly pushed her away.

He walked quickly up the stairs, watching the girl's resentful gaze.

The fresh scent of corn mixed with earth wafted into Lucas's nostrils from afar, easing the "torture" Lucas had just endured from the math class.

It's not that the content taught in class is particularly difficult.

On the contrary, Lucas thought those questions were actually quite idiotic.

The vast majority of questions, no, I should say all of them, should not appear in junior high school, but in elementary school.

He could get a perfect score even with his eyes closed.

The more this happened, the more Lucas felt like each day was an eternity.

From having stomach problems every time class started to this day, to not having any teacher allow it now.

Lucas felt that his teachers deeply distrusted him.

"call……"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Lucas seemed to want to exhale all the "burden" in his chest.

next moment.

His attention was suddenly drawn to a tall, imposing figure at the end of the corridor.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with thick, dark eyebrows, a broad nose, broad shoulders, and bronze skin, giving him an extremely solid appearance.

He was wearing a signature bright red zip-up sports jacket, and a worn-out name tag that looked quite old hung on his chest.

Walter Arnold.

"Little one, how about joining the school's football team?"

Walter walked straight up to Lucas, crossed his arms, and sized up the seventh-year student who was noticeably taller than his peers. Without any formalities or probing, he extended an invitation.

The other person's voice was very loud, sounding like a heavy mechanical loudspeaker.

"I?"

Looking at this football coach who had led his team to the state league several times and was hailed as a small-town legend, Lucas was clearly somewhat taken aback.

Smallwell School is divided into a junior high school and a senior high school.

Although the junior high school also has a rugby team, it can only be considered a reserve team.

The training intensity is not high, and there will be no competitions; the main purpose is to let students get familiar with the sport of rugby.

Only those who endured Walter's "devil training" in ninth grade were qualified to represent their school in the town's inter-school competitions.

If they fight their way through the competition to reach the state tournament main event...

Congratulations! There's a high probability you'll be able to support yourself and even your family with this.

As a national movement of the beacon nation,

Becoming an outstanding football player and making it to the state league has always been the dream of these ordinary teenagers from small towns.

This is not just a symbol of honor and money, but also the ultimate proof of one's physical fitness and willpower.

There's a poignant saying that's been circulating among Americans for a long time:

Those who don't understand the nuances of American football flock to the NBA.

But Lucas felt he had a brighter future and greater ambitions.

A mere rugby player was hardly worth his attention.

Moreover, this will only exacerbate his already limited time.

Besides, Walter is a person...

However, the conditions offered by the other party immediately tempted Lucas:

Yes, you heard me right, it's you!

Listen to me, I think your physique is perfect for playing football, especially after I learned you're Jonathan's son.

You may not know this, but your father was once the most outstanding football player at Smallwell High School!

Once you join my team, you will not only be allowed to increase the number of times you miss academic classes, but you can even have more lenient homework assignments.

In addition, the school has a gym specifically for rugby players, and you can use the training equipment there for free.

I believe you can make the right choice. As someone who's been through it, I can clearly see that you're not really interested in those academic subjects!

"Coach, you have a great eye for talent!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lucas spoke very decisively:

"I'd love to join your rugby team!"

Whether he's absent or not doesn't matter; what matters is that he's so passionate about rugby.

"Very good, you have made a very correct decision for your life. This is the permit form. Remember to have your parents sign it when you get back, and give it to me in the office first thing Monday morning."

Walter pulled out a newly printed signature sheet.

"By the way, is Clark your brother?"

"That's right." Lucas nodded, as intelligent as he was, he had already guessed what would happen next.

"If possible, let him come and give it a try too."

"Never mind, I'll go talk to him myself."

Walter shook his head to himself, then turned and hurriedly left.

Looking at the list in his hand, Lucas felt inexplicably much happier.

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farm.

After the meal, Lucas took out the permission slip that Walter had given him.

He is still a minor and must obtain his guardian's consent to join the school's rugby team, thus legitimately slacking off.

Jonathan and Martha were somewhat surprised.

"Lucas, what's gotten into you all of a sudden? Why do you suddenly want to play football?"

Jonathan did not sign immediately.

In his view, his eldest son was smart from a young age. He could understand even the most complicated math problems after just one reading and apply the knowledge to other problems. He had a good chance of getting into his ideal university through academic subjects.

Also.

He had been part of Walter's rugby team when he was young and knew the legendary coach's temperament very well.

A staunch supporter of performance-based thinking.

If training results are poor, they will be subjected to intense suppression!

For Lucas, whose self-esteem was on the rise, he wasn't sure if the latter could handle it—