Chapter 66
God bless America...?
Anya suddenly had an urge to yell, to grab Li Wei by the collar and shout, "You liar! That wasn't magic at all!"
Most magic props have a chemical smell after use, but the coin you bent didn't!
Sukabul! Tell me the secret now!
But the thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before she dismissed it.
Li Wei was arguably the first peer she met after arriving in New York who gave her a sense of belonging to her hometown. This was not only because of his fluent Russian with an accent, but also because he was one of the few people who didn't look at her with prejudice or strange eyes.
But Li Wei's words suddenly interrupted her reverie.
"Hmm..." he suddenly said, "Your bow tie is crooked."
She subconsciously raised her hand and quickly pressed the black bow on her head, which she had spent a long time choosing before buying it.
Did he see it? He definitely saw it, but why didn't he say anything to praise me? Did he not tell me the truth because he thought I looked silly wearing it?
Anya's mind was in turmoil, and the words she was about to say suddenly got stuck in her throat.
"Oh..." she said, "And now?"
"It's much better now," Li Wei said with a smile, "but actually, whether it's crooked or not doesn't matter."
Anya immediately became unhappy again.
What do you mean? Are you saying that the headdress I carefully selected is actually completely insignificant?
"Hey, Levi!" Travis walked over, glancing cautiously at Anya. "We're planning to go to Manu's house to celebrate, have a party, but I don't think you'll come, right? Because you're going to, uh—"
He touched the tips of his two index fingers together and a smile appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry, I probably really can't attend," Li Wei shook his head and took out his phone. "I have a doctor's appointment tonight, and I need to go for a physical exam."
"Okay then," Travis said, his eyes full of envy. "I'm so envious of you, buddy. You're going to the NCAA."
"Stop talking nonsense," Li Wei said with a smile. "After the physical exam, we still have to go to the training camp."
As Li Wei put his phone away, he suddenly noticed that Anya's eyes seemed to be glued to his phone, her gaze following its movement.
Li Wei suddenly remembered that this seemed to be their second meeting, but they hadn't exchanged contact information yet.
"Want to add each other as friends?" Li Wei said, handing over his phone. "I actually forgot last time."
Anya nodded and took the phone.
"That's good enough—"
Li Wei saw that Anya had entered her phone number into his phone and tried to take the phone back, but he found that Anya was still holding the phone tightly and had no intention of returning it.
Anya only returned the phone to Li Wei after seeing that she had added Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook and other social media accounts.
"I'm going back now," she said. "Bye."
Li Wei noticed that she said "bye-bye" instead of "goodbye," which has two different meanings in the context of Russian.
Goodbye means a very formal farewell, and we may never see each other again, while bye-bye means that we are only separated for a short while, and we may meet again around the corner.
Anya left the stadium with her hands behind her back and walked towards her G800.
Where no one was watching, she quickened her pace and finally hopped onto the car.
On the other hand, Coach Miller insisted on taking Levi to the hospital to meet with scout Wen Si.
...
At NYU Langone Hospital (Brooklyn Campus), Coach Miller was dressed in a sharp tracksuit, as if escorting some top-secret weapon, as he led Li Wei through the VIP passage, accompanied by Wen Si, a scout from 247Sports.
"No problem, no problem," Wen Si followed Li Wei, looking down at the data and blood test results Li Wei had just obtained from the physical fitness test. "That's amazing, that's amazing! You don't even smoke marijuana? You don't take any steroids? Your report data is really rare."
Li Wei's lips twitched, but he didn't reply.
"Now all we need to do is get the attending physician to sign and stamp it," he excitedly patted Li Wei on the shoulder, "and then we can witness the birth of a new NFL draft number one pick, hahaha, the first Asian NFL draft number one pick in history."
A moment later, the attending physician came out with a thick stack of color Doppler ultrasound images and reports.
"Wen Si, are you sure this kid is only 17?" He turned his head, adjusted his glasses, and said, "His bone density is much higher than that of his peers, his body is fully developed, and his heart pumps much more blood than the average person. He's practically born for high-intensity competitive sports."
Hearing this, Li Wei actually breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He deliberately kept his three measurements below 1.9, and his body underwent corresponding changes. Although it still far exceeds the average person's, it seems he has successfully concealed the truth for now.
Wen Si suddenly raised her head: "Dr. Chris, please get straight to the conclusion."
"Wasn't I being clear enough? The conclusion is that Mr. Levi's physical condition is fully mature enough to compete in any level of football," he added. "In fact, in my personal opinion, the NCAA level of competition is a waste of time for him. He doesn't need any training; he's already a finished product and ready to go straight into the NFL draft."
Coach Miller clenched his fist and celebrated silently.
"Dr. Chris, come this way," Wen thought for a moment, then pulled him to a corner. "Let's talk alone..."
About half an hour later, all the medical examination materials were complete, and the three of them walked out of the VIP clinic area.
As I approached the corner of the emergency room corridor on the first floor, the noise and smell of disinfectant hit me. The sound of stretcher wheels scraping the ground grew louder as I approached. Lying on the stretcher was a Chinese man who looked to be in his forties and had a pale face.
"Wow! This is human rights! This is civilization!"
Although Wang Qiang was lying on a stretcher, he shouted loudly at the phone camera like a victorious general. Next to him was a white male nurse who was preparing to take him to get an X-ray.
Li Wei and his group happened to brush past him at the elevator entrance.
"Hey, young man," Wang Qiang recognized Li Wei immediately, "You're at the hospital too?"
"Yes," Li Wei said simply, nodding. "Uh... Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"
"Well, it's normal to encounter trouble on a construction site," Wang Qiang said somewhat vaguely. "I accidentally broke my leg, so I can only have surgery and then recover."
As he spoke, he suddenly became excited: "You know, America is truly paradise on earth! My coworker called an ambulance for me, and since we arrived, they haven't charged me a single penny for registration! Nobody's asked me for money; that's free healthcare! Back home, nobody cares if you don't pay. Here, that's the warmth of democracy!"
He even turned around and shouted to the nurse in extremely broken English, "God bless you, God bless America!"
The white male nurse clearly didn't understand what he was saying, but simply smiled politely and pushed him through the emergency room tunnel.
"What were you just talking about?" Wen Si asked. "Do you know him?"