"Bowen! Bowen! Bowen!"
"Bowen, go on!"
Noise, excitement, passion, and boiling blood.
Apparently, Bowen should be the last hope of the defensive group, with the defensive players shouting hoarsely and cheering him on.
The atmosphere is jubilant, like a dream, evoking childhood memories, everything seems so simple, joy can be obtained just by running.
Everything in front of them is unfamiliar, they haven't even properly introduced themselves yet, just greeted each other in online meetings without formalities or small talk, but now they could clearly sense the bond forming between them.
Is this really okay?
Bowen was dazed and confused, not understanding what's going on, but energy still burst out from his body, continuing to chase ahead.
For a brief moment, Bowen felt as if he was standing on clouds, with inexhaustible energy within him, feeling he could run to the ends of the earth.
However, it was all an illusion.
