"Hey, tough guy."
Li Wei still didn't remember Allen's name. He genuinely didn't mean to forget, but he just couldn't remember it. Anyway, Allen really liked the nickname. Right before the Defensive group was about to take the field, he called out to Allen.
Not just Allen, but number ten Foster, Humphrey, and the others, all stopped in their tracks.
Li Wei flashed a smile, "Did you guys see that? Mr. Watsons over there."
Following Li Wei's gaze, the players from the Defensive group all looked towards the Clemson rest area across the field, spotting the relaxed-looking Watson—
His helmet and gear were off, and at the moment he was just in a tight moisture-wicking shirt, hands spread out on the back of a chair, his legs crossed, chatting and laughing with his teammates as if he were on vacation in Cancun.
Even though the Crimson Tide Storm had just scored a touchdown, he seemed unaffected.
