"Nelson hit Johnson head-on! A gorgeous leverage turned around and threw away Johnson's entanglement! Nelson used his flexibility to successfully tear a propulsion channel! Freeman passed the ball! Nelson is looking for a receiving position! Bynes! Bynes and Nelson form a confrontation..."

The radio commentary was transmitted through radio waves. The rustling noise made the continuous gun-style commentary a little interrupted, but it did not affect the excitement of the game at all.

"Sorry, please ask, why the bus has not yet left, it is because..."

A confused inquiry voice intervened. Before he could finish his speech, a "shhh" sound rang out of the bus, and burst out from different corners and finally formed a sound that broke out like a tide. The innocent lady suddenly felt like a frightened hamster, holding her bag and huddled in the seat, staring at the surroundings in a daze and panic.

Then the lady noticed that everyone was leaning forward slightly, as if they were listening to something - those attacks were not directed at her, which made her stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but follow everyone's movements, poking out her ears, looking for clues, and trying to figure out what was happening here. The movement was like a primary school student trying to find out the traces of uFo, a bit funny but extra serious.

"...Reverse! Nelson rebelled against Powers! God! Nelson knocked away Powers with a strong breakthrough, which caused Powers to completely lose control of the center of gravity, but Nelson's forward steps were still unaffected. This was a running back-style advancement! This was an amazing tough breakthrough! Nelson! Nelson is running! After Nelson got rid of defense for the third time, his forward rushing pace continued!"

After some effort, the lady finally captured the audio track-

The sound of motorcycle engines whizzing by, the sound of teenagers talking loudly, the sound of brakes at the intersection of red lights not far away, and the sound of wind blowing slowly... Various sounds surged outside the windows, highlighting the tranquility in the car compartment. The lady spent a lot of effort to realize that she had always been right and wrong in the sound track, and the radio sound, which was always regarded as the background sound, was the real focus, making everyone hold their breath.

"Can't you be louder?" The lady raised her doubts again.

"Shh!"

As a result, the lady was treated the same again, and a little bit of movement seemed particularly sensitive because the competition was at its most critical moment; but her suggestion was adopted, and the driver sitting behind the steering wheel of the bus reached out his chubby fingers and adjusted the radio hanging from the rearview mirror to the maximum:

Originally, this was just his "program", but obviously, it has become everyone's program now.

"Nelson! There are no defensive players ahead of Nelson! Twenty yards! Fifteen yards! God, I am watching an epic breakthrough! Nelson is sprinting with all his might! Nelson is unstoppable! Nelson is getting faster and faster, no one can stop him! No one! Nelson! Ten yards! Five yards! End zone! Touchdown! Nelson completed the touchdown! Touchdown! This is a touchdown! God, an epic touchdown!"

boom!

The "stationary magic" in the entire car was instantly lifted, and all the passengers jumped and cheered, and even couldn't help but slapped each other to celebrate. The strangers who didn't know each other at all became friends because of this moment, celebrating the victory happily and happily.

Even the lady who was booed twice in a row showed a bright smile. Every passenger seemed to have come forward to express his apology. The way of high-fives made her integrate into it and become a part of this celebration party.

"Hey, sir, did the Wildcats finish the touchdown just now?" A lazy street boy poked his head out of the front door of the bus and asked curiously while chewing gum.

Jerry-corso couldn't help but touch his ginger-red goatee with his chubby palm, and waved his right fist to the boy with a smile, "Yeah! Go! Wildcat! Go!"

The boy also waved his fists together, "Great! I thought they couldn't do it..." As he said, the second half of the sentence had disappeared. He turned to face his friends and shouted with joy, "Guys, we did it! Hey! We really did it!"

There was also a cheer immediately outside the bus, and through the car window, you could see those heads that were constantly jumping like gophers.

Jerry Croso's smile couldn't help but fall from the corner of his mouth into his heart. He sat clumsily behind the steering wheel, but his mood was impatient to fly into the sky.

He is just an ordinary bus driver, and the only identity he can be proud of is the third generation of Kansas State Wildcats fans. He has never missed any Wildcats game in the past eighteen years, regardless of rain or shine, and it is the same today.

Is there anything more to be happier than a Jedi victory? It is to share the happy moments of victory with a group of Wildcats fans.

"Gentlemen, ladies, we can come out now." Croso's cheerful voice rang out in the midst of joy and dance, "Bow!Bow!" Croso honked the horn twice, like a horn of victory, and then the bus started again, full of joy and happiness, spreading through the streets and alleys of Manhattan. It was a wonderful night.

...

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Thunderous cheers gathered in the direction of the dormitory building of Kansas State University campus, and the rolling sounds seemed to detonate an atomic bomb. Before Nathan Fie1d could tell a little about what was going on, a man appeared beside him, striking his vest and running wildly, yelling "Reversal! Reversal!" This made him stand foolishly in place, becoming more confused.

What reversal?

What victory?

...Wait, won't it?

In today's opening game, Field watched the first half with his friends in the dormitory, but he was too depressed and too frustrated, and he didn't get any improvement. He finally couldn't bear it, so he left the dormitory and ran to the basketball court to have a leak. Then what did he have now?

"Ryan! Hey! Ryan!"

Field noticed an acquaintance not far away. He quickly chased after him, his mind full of question marks and his stomach needed answers:

They really won? How did they win? The interim head coach was just a naughty boy, not a few years older than them. He looked like he was scared to pee his pants and had no idea what he was doing. So what he had given birth in the second half?

"Victory! Nathan! Victory! We won!" A friend rushed towards him, with blue veins sprinting, and his face blushed and shouting at Field, "We reversed and won! The final countdown stage is the ultimate kill! The ultimate kill! Do you know? We ultimately won! Ahhhh! We won!"
Chapter completed!