Looking at Shulmur's stunned expression, the smile in Lu Yiqi's eyes emerged, "Teacher, although it is 2007 now, it is not as far away as imagined." The meaningful words made Shulmur chew it carefully, and there was something in his words.

The so-called discrimination can only be truly felt by the parties involved.

True discrimination is not necessarily dirty and stinky swear words, nor is it necessarily condescending exclusion, nor is it necessarily a violent force with fists and feet, but rather a concept and idea that penetrates the bones and essentially distinguishes the two races. This is the most terrifying and cruel discrimination, because this is almost irreversible and deeply rooted concept.

It took black people for half a century, and women for two centuries... they are still struggling.

For Shulmoore, he could not feel the gaze and test that Lu Yiqi had endured. Not to mention the eyes and exclusion he felt during his internship in the Philadelphia Eagles, nor to mention the provocations and contempt he suffered during his formal job hunting, what really hurt Lu Yiqi the most was the "taken for granted":

In his previous life, Lu Yiqi had experienced such a situation personally. He submitted his resume, passed the initial and two rounds of re-examinations, and successfully entered the final round. However, during the formal interview, one of the interviewers showed surprise, "Oh, you are...uh, your name is Noah?"

Obviously, the other party was looking forward to a devout white Catholic, not a Chinese whose name originated from the Bible. When browsing Lu Yiqi's resume, the other party should not have noticed his name and photos, and may not have even browsed his resume, but just listened to the report roughly.

Although Lu Yiqi explained the origin, the interviewer did not ask any questions during the entire interview stage and sat quietly next to him in a daze throughout the whole process.

Of course, Lu Yiqi was not able to get that job in the end. There may be many reasons, maybe it has nothing to do with the Chinese identity, or maybe it is because the competitor is better, but Lu Yiqi still cannot forget the interviewer's alienation and indifference. It seems that he had been sentenced to death in advance just because of his surname.

Only the person involved can understand these details, and a look or words can become arrows.

After two lifetimes, Lu Yiqi became stronger and more determined. This experience from the Philadelphia Eagles to Michigan State University became calmer, but he also understood that he still needed to continue working hard to return to NCAA and seek coaching position, and the road was still long.

Then, the smile in Lu Yiqi's eyes fell on the corner of his mouth and gently raised it, "It seems that I must focus more and work harder next. Every move has entered the NFL radar. Who knows, even if it is not the Philadelphia Eagles, other teams are watching?"

"I'm not very ambitious." Shulmur curled his lips and complained with disgust.

Lu Yiqi didn't care at all, "Ambition isn't the driving force for our struggle?"

Shulmur likes the tenacity and vitality of Lu Yiqi. Unlike people's rigid impression of the humble and restrained Chinese group, he can feel sharpness and sharpness in Lu Yiqi, the kind of neither humble nor arrogant that emanates from the inside out, and has maturity and wisdom that is inconsistent with age.

"So, come on, I will let the team manager pay attention to watching your game. There is still half a season left, and they will probably investigate again." Shulmur explained earnestly: He and Andy Reed can only provide advice, and the real decision is still in the hands of the team manager.

"Received!" Lu Yiqi said seriously with a serious face. His overly serious expression could tell that he was playing tricks at a glance, which made Shulmur laugh.

Afterwards, Lu Yiqi escorted Shulmoore to the parking lot. The two of them talked and laughed all the way, and even mentioned the Philadelphia Hawks' offense this season-

Quarterback Donovan McNabb, who was reimbursed for injury last year, returned from injury, which made the Philadelphia Hawks competitive again, but McNabb is in modest form this season. The team's current record is only two wins and three losses, and the offensive group is sluggish and has poor performance in recent days. Except for a beautiful offense against the Detroit Lions, the scores in the other four games have not exceeded two touchdowns. The team is aware of the seriousness of the problem.

This is also the reason why the Philadelphia Hawks are willing to open up possibilities and choose a younger and more advanced quarterback coach - at least try to check it out now.

This week's match against the Minnesota Vikings, the Philadelphia Hawks cannot be missed.

"Coach Archie, good!"

On the way to the parking lot, you can still hear students celebrating with carnival, waving their hands to Lu Yiqi enthusiastically and shouting loudly.

Then the bustling aroused cheers from other students one after another, and the beautiful sky where the sunset was setting, burning with a blazing enthusiasm.

From afar, Nathan Field, who was still staying in the parking lot party, noticed Shulmoore beside Lu Yiqi.

Vaguely, Field always felt that Shulmoore looked familiar, but he couldn't recall it for a while. He couldn't help but hit Heath with his shoulder, "Do you know that person? Our team's staff?"

"Maybe it's Coach Archie's friend, what's so strange about it?" Heath said without thinking too much and took it for granted.

Field shook his head and muttered in a low voice to defend himself, "I think it looks familiar." But because of the lack of clues and the lack of memory, he had to give up in the end. Maybe he was thinking too much.

However, Field saw the same figure in the NFL game live broadcast the next morning. He jumped high from the sofa and called Heath at the first time, "It's him! It's him! Even if he! The person who appeared in the parking lot yesterday! Now it's in the coaching seat of the Philadelphia Eagles."

"Pat Shulmoore! I remember it, it's Pat Shulmoore! Michigan State University once played with us, and I saw him on the side of the court. I said! I told you, I think it looks familiar, I must have seen him! Look? I'm right! There's nothing wrong with my memory!"

Field jumped happily on the sofa, using all his strength to express his excitement; but Heath was not excited at all on the other end of the phone.

"Nathan, this is not a good thing... right?" Heath's voice hesitated, and he wasn't sure.

"Ah? Why?" Field was still immersed in the joy of identifying Shulmoore, not keeping up with Heath's rhythm.
Chapter completed!