When the atmosphere in the entire stadium was heated, Norman Osborne led several staff members to the Wolves' team lounge area, carrying three boxes of the latest helmets.

Steve looked at Norman Osborne inexplicably. He pointed to several boxes of new helmets, smiled at Norman Osborne and said, "What? Is this a new sponsorship from the Osborne Group?"

With a straight face, Norman Osborne threw an over-the-ear communicator to Steve and said in a deep voice: "I just learned today that your tactical communications actually rely on shouting.

This is a professional tactical communication helmet for NFL professional teams, which allows you to communicate smoothly with your quarterback and defensive captain.

I thought that as a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, you would think of providing the best equipment for your 'soldiers', but as a result..."

Steve looked at Coach Bill next to him in surprise and said, "Is this kind of thing legal?

Is this cheating?"

Coach Bill opened the carton and looked at it in a funny way. They were all specially made tactical communication helmets. Looking at the smell of paint that had not yet completely dried on them, he estimated that the wealthy director of his school must have found someone to make them overnight.

Taking out a helmet and throwing it to Steve, Coach Bill smiled and said: "This is legal, the quarterback and defensive captain of the opposite Regis Middle School are equipped with such things.

It's actually a basic piece of equipment for most teams, and apart from being so expensive, they're great stuff."

Steve frowned and looked at Coach Bill, and said in a deep voice: "Why didn't anyone tell me? We actually got through so many games just relying on our voices?"

Coach Bill shook the thin tactical manual in his hand in a funny way, and said helplessly: "How can we use this kind of thing? There is no need to waste this money just shouting 'Chong Chong Chong'."

After hearing this, Steve smiled awkwardly at Norman Osborne and said, "Well, thank you for your sponsorship..."

Norman Osborn glanced at Steve, an outdated soldier, with disdain, took out a new-style helmet and trotted over to Harry, who looked a little embarrassed.

Passing the helmet to Harry, whose face was red, Norman Osborn said with concern: "Harry, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to call Dr. Ethan?"

Harry, who was regarded as a "baby", awkwardly took over the helmet amidst the roars of laughter from his teammates. Then he stood up awkwardly and approached Norman Osborne. He whispered anxiously: "Dad, you are like this...

…You’re embarrassing me so much!”

As he said this, Harry grabbed Norman Osborne's shoulders with both hands and drove him away from the field. He said anxiously: "Dad, I'm 17 years old. How can I hold my head high in the team like you?"

They are all tough guys, you can't let me be a kid in diapers!"

Norman Osborn smiled with satisfaction. He followed Harry's force and retreated, while smiling at the laughing players and shouting: "Wolves! Wolves!"

Guys, come on!

Harry has prepared a grand party for you in his new apartment..."

Harry covered Norman Osborne's mouth in surprise and whispered: "Where did I get the apartment from? Dad, don't cause trouble, Principal Alvin announced that the community school will be under martial law starting tomorrow..."

Norman Osborn patted Harry's hand nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Your new apartment is just a few floors below our apartment. It has just been renovated. It is a gift from me.

As for Alvin, well, I am the honorary principal who spent a lot of money, so he must give me face!"

Harry turned his head and glanced at his teammates who were watching the excitement. He nodded helplessly and received a burst of cheers. Then he put his arm around his father's shoulders and walked out.

Others don't understand Alvin, Harry and Peter know that too well!

Principal Alvin will definitely give his father face, but how can such a narrow-minded person make it easier for him?

The father and son who walked to the sidelines happened to meet the cheerleading team. The young and energetic girls would smile and cheer Harry when they passed by.

It wasn't until Mary Jane walked up to Harry with a smile on her face that Norman Osborn nodded to Mary Jane with a smile and made room for his son to pick up girls.

Alvin stood on the sidelines with a nose that was not a nose and a face that was not a face, staring at the laughing little girls.

Gwen boldly gave Alvin a grimace. They had thought about it. As soon as the game started, Principal Alvin would not be able to arrest her. As for the possible confinement when she returned, she had already been overtaken by the impulse of youth at this time.

How can these stupid girls care?

Little Ginny was wearing overalls, with a dangling helmet on her head, pushing away several cheerleading girls who were laughing and wanting to kiss her, and rushed to Alvin with all her strength on her short legs as if to escape.

Holding Alvin's legs hard and applying a rotation brake, little Ginny held on to the helmet that always blocked her sight with one hand, and complained dissatisfiedly to Alvin: "Dad, those girls are crazy.

They kidnapped Nick, I'm going to beat them..."

Alvin watched Nick, this idiot, completely betray the tough guy team just by being kissed by a few long-legged seniors. He started waving colored balls with both hands, limping along and jumping around, shouting slogans.

Alvin put his arm around the frightened little Ginny's shoulders and said, "Dad will put them in solitary confinement when he gets back. As for Nick..."

As he spoke, Alvin glanced at Frank, who was expressionless next to him, and said: "I think it's not bad for this kid to be lame. How about I talk to Stark and let him be so lame!"

Frank glanced at Alvin. The tough guy suddenly bent down, picked up little Ginny and kissed her hard. He pointed at Nick who was having a good time and said, "Nick doesn't need to 'rescue'. Boys all like this."

As he spoke, Frank looked at Alvin and said with a smile: "Nick is still getting used to his new legs. Dr. Ed said this will take a lot of time.

He was a little too happy today, what boy in his position wouldn't be happy?"

Alvin watched Nick being held in the arms of a busty girl and hugged him hard. The little bastard smiled happily with half-open front teeth.

Holding little Ginny in his arms, Alvin helped him hold the helmet and said with a smile: "When you look back, remember to tell Mindy about Nick's miserable look just now. I think Mindy will avenge him."

Little Ginny happily waved her little fist and shouted: "I can do it too, I will help Nick get revenge right away.

Those girls were disobedient and half of their butts were exposed, so we went and crooked their noses, haha!"

Satisfied, Alvin lifted his helmet and kissed the caring little girl on the face, then said with a smile: "Today is a big day. We will let them go once, and then we will lock them up and prevent them from eating when we get back."

After hearing this, little Ginny glanced at the energetic cheerleaders, frowned and said: "You can't skip eating. If you don't eat, you will get hungry. It's better to spank your butt!"

Alvin laughed loudly and patted little Ginny on the butt, then waved to Peter who was furtively drooling at the cheerleaders not far away.

He stuffed little Ginny into the arms of the grimacing Peter, glared at the spineless boy and said, "Keep an eye on little Ginny, if you try to join the cheerleading team, I'll beat you up!"

Peter looked at his tea boy's seat distressedly, then at Nick who was surrounded by a group of girls, and said helplessly: "What if they come to my seat?"

Alvin slapped Peter on the head in displeasure and cursed: "Then I'll beat you up too!"

Little Ginny held Peter's depressed face, wrinkled his nose, and said fiercely: "If they come to you, we will punch their noses together!"

Peter sighed and glanced at his bouncing girlfriend, then helplessly pushed his forehead to little Ginny and said, "Don't do this, they won't look good if their noses are crooked!"

Alvin drove Peter away, glanced at Norman Osborn, who was walking over, and gave him a middle finger because his nose was not his nose, but his face was not his face. This shameless old man actually helped him in front of tens of thousands of people.

My son picks up girls from his own school. This is simply intolerable!

Norman Osborne stood where Alvin was standing just now, looking at Alvin walking towards the court, he said to Frank next to him: "What's wrong with Alvin?"

Frank looked at his silly son having fun at home and said with a smile: "It's okay. Alvin often gets nervous. In the end, those unlucky boys just get a beating!"

Alvin stood on the sidelines and said hello to several referees, and then followed them onto the court.

Today he will serve as the opening guest and be responsible for letting the two teams guess sides.

The current captain of the Hungry Wolves, "Landlord", and the captain of the opposite team jogged onto the field.

Alvin looked at the two captains who were at war with each other, smiled and patted the shoulders of two children who looked older than him, and said with a smile: "I'll give you a wonderful game. It is said that it will be broadcast live in the United States today.

But it’s a treatment that many college teams don’t have.”

As he spoke, Alvin looked at the captain of the Regis school team and said with a smile: "Come on, you are the best team in New York, you should play your best game.

Heads or words?”

As Alvin tossed the coin, the "landlord" finally chose the side to attack first.

When Alvin walked to the bench on the sidelines, the Wolfpack's special teams began to enter the field.

When the kicker kicked the ball into the sky, the players of the two teams began to charge, and the atmosphere in the entire stadium began to boil.

Alvin stood on the sidelines and looked at the football that was flying high, and said to Steve: "Your kicker is not good. There is no Chinese national football player who can play better than this!"

Steve ignored Alvin's layman's nonsense. He glanced at the football in the sky, judged the landing point, and suddenly shouted to the field, "Go, go, grab the ball..."

In the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Manhattan, New York, the Secretary of State of the United States, the unlucky guy who was shot under the White House and then saved by Duke's girlfriend on the ground, was sitting on the sofa watching the game on TV.

screen.

The commentator's voice came from the TV, "After guessing, the team from Hell's Kitchen Community School will kick off the ball, and the Bald Eagles team from Regis Middle School in Manhattan will take the lead."

"Oh, the Wolves' kicker kicked the ball. Well, this kick was a bit wrong. From my position, I can see that the ball landed near the midfield. If the Bald Eagles' special team can successfully receive the kick,

With the ball, they will get a very advantageous offensive position.

Hey, no, no..."

The commentator suddenly shouted excitedly, "This is not a mistake, this is a tactical kickoff. The Wolfpack's special team is very fast.

oh……

Bald Eagle No. 10 was knocked down just after receiving the ball, and the football fell to the ground...

No. 99 of the Hungry Wolves picked up the ball...

The Bald Eagle players gathered around...

Oh, No. 99 is adjusting, he dodged a pounce...
Chapter completed!