"I thought you didn't care."

There was no long speech or sarcasm, just such a light sentence, but he slapped Woodson hard, and his cheeks couldn't help but flush.

Groove.

Groove.

The anger was boiling in his chest, and the mixed emotions were trying to express them, and he further fought back at Lu Yiqi with words and actions, but his hot head was unable to find an accurate way. The words were entangled like a mess, and eventually they were stuck in his chest.

Woodson stared at Lu Yiqi fiercely, his eyes still calm and bright, which made him realize that even if he continued to talk, there would be no progress. Staying here was just a humiliation. So he gave up his struggle and turned around and left the scene angrily.

"Bang!"

The heavy sound of the office door closing stirred behind him, causing a light breeze, and then Woodson's overheating head cooled a little, and then realized that it only lasted less than a minute from entering the door to leaving, and he was simply sent out?

This is not his plan!

He should just demand his main position! He should just condemn Lu Yiqi's stupidity and arrogance are destroying this team! He should be furious and accused Lu Yiqi of being stubborn and self-righteous and self-defeating! He should show that he is worthy of his heart!

But what is the result?

In just three short conversations, less than sixty seconds, he was sent away with a cliché of "trying to fight for it"? He could even see the coaches in the remote corridor without having time to leave completely.

What's going on?

Annoyance and shame, anger and irritability, complex emotions are intertwined, and the mouth is bitter but cannot find an accurate way to express it.

I looked back at the office door behind me, and hesitated for a moment, but after all, I didn't knock on the door again, and took the opposite direction of the coaches.

Just five steps away, you can see the players who had just finished the meeting and were about to get off work. Most of the players had left, but there were still a sparse number of players who were still packing up their things, and their pace was slower. The brisk discussion sound hit the walls of the corridor, stirring up echoes.

"Reggie! Reggie, Walker! Sorry, there are some questions at the tactical meeting today, and I didn't fully understand. The coach's explanation was too fast, and I couldn't keep up with the rhythm and didn't dare to interrupt the rhythm of the meeting. Can you please help me with the answer?"

"Of course there is no problem, it's my honor. But, Nick, you can raise it directly at the tactical meeting next time. The coach welcomes any kind of questions, because your questions may also be the confusion of others. He is willing to explain it to you and make the other players feel deeper. Don't worry about asking questions. The coach told me two days ago that he felt that he needed to organize a group discussion and you should put forward your own opinions."

"Reggie, Nick, wait for me, I need to listen."

You don’t need to get close, just from the voice and dialogue, you can tell that this is a linebacker player, full of active and energetic attitude, always full of vitality from the main force to the substitute, with a strong fighting spirit and a strong infectious force, and you can feel the overflowing heat from a distance.

In a trance, the game of defeat to the New Orleans Saints seemed to have become a thing of the last century. The clouds of five wins and six losses were not able to completely block the light of hope. The team reunited and worked together to move towards the next game. The vigorous vitality and vigorous fighting spirit were like... like a college student with chicken blood.

College student?

Such distant and unfamiliar words suddenly appeared in my mind, which made a helpless smile appear on the corner of Woodson's mouth.

Woodson continued.

The players in the linebacker group noticed Woodson's appearance, and their words were sparsely settled, and they greeted each other. Despite this, their eyes were looking a little ambiguously, as if they were exploring what conclusions were drawn from the "conversation" between Woodson and Lu Yiqi?

It is not rejection or provocation. It is just a survey and exploration, but it forms a transparent air wall without realizing it, blocking them from each other.

Woodson wanted to get angry and make them all shut up - but then he realized that they were not saying anything at all, so he couldn't help but speed up, hurriedly passing the players, quickly leaving the office building, moving faster and faster, and then he rushed out of the enveloping area of ​​the eaves.

Hula.

At this time, it was already dark outside, and the stars were vaguely showing their faces. The biting cold cold made the muscles of the face stiffen, and they couldn't help but shivered several times in a row.

Only then did Woodson realize that his coat was still in the locker room.

But his footsteps remained in place, without moving, and was just in the cold wind. Chaos's brain was a little clearer, and his anger seemed to gradually cool down.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, Woodson's eyes read at a loss:

Once upon a time, there was only one idea left in his mind - leaving Green Bay and pursuing a high salary; but over time, this idea has developed into obsession, but he forgot the reason why the idea first began.

Once upon a time, he was also a newcomer to the NFL from the NCAA. Like countless young people holding their dreams, he had hope for his career, full of desire for the Super Bowl Championship trophy, and full of enthusiasm for the victory or defeat of the competition... He only needs one sentence to continue running like a perpetual motion machine.

However, as time goes by, season after season, he is still one of the top players in the league. His performance on the court is not only stable but also outstanding, and he has received countless recognition and praise; however, his excellence cannot bring victory to the team, let alone championships.

The powerlessness and bitterness gradually tied his ankles, and his feet began to stumble. In the end, the passion disappeared, the passion cooled down, and then it turned into a daily life of "being a monk and hitting a bell for a day". Everything was just a workplace life.

He is no longer the college student with light in his eyes.

So, he still learned to plan for himself - if he couldn't win the Super Bowl, but at least, he could win the second half of his life. He began to chase high salaries, he began to chase the market, he started to chase popularity, and he... began to become selfish.

He didn't think it was wrong, because everyone else in the entire league was like this, and because he was able to say with a clear conscience that he had tried it.

Green Bay cannot bring him high salary or attention. So he wants to leave. This is not Green Bay's mistake—but the problem is that he doesn't know who he should vent his anger to, and in the end, it turns into this.

Charles, do you remember the reason why you chose to leave the Auckland Raiders?
Chapter completed!