"Pa".

Gently, Nathan Field closed the thick books, slowly closed his eyes, leaned against the back of the chair, relaxing his shoulders and resting his eyes, but the complex thoughts in his mind continued to surge, digesting and processing what he had just read, and then integrating and conceiving his graduation design.

Field has entered his senior year this year, finished his internship and returned to campus, and began to prepare for graduation design. He needs some ideas.

In the huge library, all desks and all positions are full of students, but the entire space has always remained quiet. Occasionally, you can hear some gentle coughs, the rustling sound of flipping through the pages, and the friction of moving chairs. It is gathered between the cold air and the warm fragrance of books. Everyone is immersed in their own world, thinking and learning intently, as if they are isolated from the outside world.

Step, step.

Huff, Huff.

The sound of messy footsteps and rapid breathing surged between the neat bookshelf of the library. It was originally just a trivial low sound, but it was particularly obvious in the quiet environment. A few sensitive people couldn't help but raise their heads and frowned and cast protest eyes at the source of the sound:

Don't you know this is a library?

But the strong condemnation of the eyes did not create enough pressure, and things not only did not improve, but became worse:

The sound of calling spreads through the air. The other party obviously realized that the surrounding environment was not suitable for making noises, so he consciously lowered his voice and called in a breath sound. However, this did not help. Instead, it created a trivial and messy sound, causing more and more students to raise their heads, either confused or dissatisfied, or anxious or depressed, expressing silent protests.

Field also noticed the faint restlessness, and couldn't help but open his eyes, frowned slightly and looked around: Which idiot is making noise in the library? This is the rhythm of becoming a public enemy of the whole people? Does that guy dislike his life for too long?

"Nathan! Oh, God, Nathan! You're here!"

Well!

Field was instantly pinched his throat. In his sight, Heath Alexander could be seen waving his hands hard, trying to attract his attention. Then all the nearby sights were projecting towards the vicinity of Field. Field could only pretend not to know Heath and looked around in confusion, as if he was as curious as everyone else. Which idiot the guy was looking for, he would never be forgiven.

At the same time, his hands moved quickly, packed up his books and laptop, and prepared to run away in panic. Field didn't want to stay here and be killed by everyone with his eyes - he didn't want to stay here, and was beaten by an angry student, and then made the headlines of the Colonel's newspaper:

"Idiot students made noises in the library, and caused a gang fight, and foolishly missed the final exam and graduation design."

But... it's still a step slower!

"Nathan!"

Heath pressed Field one step ahead, completely ignoring Field's sign that he was almost cramped, and completely ignoring all the students around him who were so angry that they could kill people with their eyes. His face was full of anxiousness and anger, and his butt burned anxiety seemed to be abandoned by his girlfriend.

Before Field could protest, Heath directly threw out the big news, "The school wants to remove Coach Noah."

"What!" Field suddenly stood up.

"squeak……"

The sharp sound of the chairs rubbing against the floor was extremely harsh, and coupled with Field's out of control and panic screams, they instantly became the most shining stars in the audience-

Not the popular one.

Field forced himself to calm down, quickly looked around for a week, apologizing to the other students, but his bad and chaotic mood could not be calmed down.

Field tucked all the information into his backpack, pulled Heath and quickly jogged out of the library. Before he could walk out, he could no longer suppress his chaos and anxiety, and asked anxiously, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Didn’t they just win a tough victory? Are they on the right track? Haven’t they finally found the backbone of the team?

"Gisson tried to interfere with the team's starting lineup and modify the team's tactics, but coach Noah refused; then Gisson used the excuse of conflict in the locker room to severely punish coach Noah's lack of strictness, so he revoked coach Noah's position and power, and coach Pres will return to the team and take over the team again."

In just a few words, it seems plain but is actually thrilling. Heath could hear his voice trembling slightly due to being too angry.

"Grass!" Field lost control even more, "That's a group of coyotes!"

"Things happened too quickly, just less than twenty-four hours!" Heath added.

Bang!

Field raised his hand and pounded hard at the wall, "They were just trying to hide it! They were just trying to cover everything before we knew the truth! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could they do this? Do they know what they are doing? They are destroying us!"

"We don't allow it! We absolutely don't allow it! This is our team! Coach Noah finally led us on the right track! We finally saw some hope! Now they are going to destroy it easily like this? They are crazy! They are completely crazy for their own power and interests! That guy is a madman! Don't he know that he is destroying our greatest hope with his own hands?"

Field had completely lost his mind, walking back and forth like a trapped beast, and his undulating chest was constantly spitting fire.

"Nathan!" Heath couldn't help calling.

"We can't sit and wait for death! We must protest! We must unite! We must make things bigger! We must let the school let students let others hear us!" Field was completely immersed in his thoughts, unaware of it.

"Nathan!" Heath shouted again.

"No, no no! Coach Noah needs our help, do you understand? Heath! This is Manhattan, no one except us will help coach Noah with an Asian face! Do you understand?" Field shouted at Heath again, his voice rising up uncontrollably.

But this time, Field finally noticed Heath's eyes, then turned his head with Heath's gaze, and then saw a large group of people gathering behind him, which seemed to be about thirty-forty people. The darkness surrounded the exit of the library.

"...Sorry!" Field realized that he was actually making noise in the library. He quickly apologized and then prepared to pull Heath away.

"Wait!" A voice in the crowd stopped Field, "What happened to coach Noah?"
Chapter completed!