602 Professional Scapegoat

Zhu Zhu was all set to attack Li Wei and then swiftly walk away, giving no chance for a counterattack.

However, to his surprise, Li Wei didn't even try to follow. A careless remark had Zhu Zhu unable to keep his composure, his steps faltered, then he saw Li Wei casually passing by, even clenching his fist and displaying a smile, gesturing encouragement with his eyes:

"Keep it up, Meng Meng."

The nightmare, once again awakened, from NCAA all the way to the NFL, it haunted him persistently. Every single time, no matter how hard he tried or how outstanding his performance was, Li Wei seemed to effortlessly lead far ahead, even sparing the time to turn around and cheer him on. That feeling—

Utterly terrible.

Zhu Zhu felt like his chest might just explode.

That number twenty-three figure became more distant in his view. Zhu Zhu had been holding back, readying a powerful retort when his words rushed out like steam.

"I don't need your blessings."

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