Chapter 1038 NBL

August 6, 5:32 am.

At a secret military airport, medium bombers carrying 'Fat Man' and 'Little Boy' took off into the sky.

In a few hours, the most terrible explosion in human history will occur, but no one knows now.

The kids have just returned from vacation and are still trying to come to terms with the fact that school has started.

"Hi, Heroes and Heroes..."

"Hi Claire."

"Hi Shark Boy..."

"Hi, Monnie."

The twins are not happy about these names at all, why do they have so many strange names.

"Isn't the problem that no one cares about me?" Elizabeth asked with a dark face.

"No, you're a cheerleader." Mason praised sincerely.

"The lads all like you." Aiden said this against his will, at least he didn't, at least not the 'like'. '

"Mason, I heard you gave Walt a hard time." Some people gave Mason a thumbs up, more people hated the school bully than liked it.

Because there are always more weak people in this world, and it is the same in the small society of the campus. They were very excited to learn that Walter was unlucky.

However, everyone is very curious about what is going on, and this topic will definitely become the focus of the gatherings in the next few days.

"Aiden, have you decided which university to go to?" In fact, they will start to visit the school this semester to confirm their goals and preferences.

By this time next year, it's time to submit the application form and wait for the school's reply.

"Do you two need to worry about this?" Elizabeth spread her hands in confusion, because more than a dozen schools had extended olive branches to them.

Among them are many famous Ivy League schools, and the sports expertise of the two has added a lot of points to them. Students with sports expertise always have some privileges.

"I want to be in the Navy," said Aiden, who terrified them.

Navy, are you sure he wasn't joking?

"Navy Midshipmen, Naval Academy?" Mason was quite interested, and jokingly said, "Then I should go to West Point."

"Tell me, you two are just joking." Elizabeth didn't think it was bad, but that they had more and better choices.

Duke, Yale, Harvard, UC, MIT, Princeton, Michigan, Miami, Oregon...

They have so many choices that other people will be mad with envy, and these schools want them very much to come and be a part of the school and the varsity team.

You can't imagine what a good rugby player means to a school, more accolades, more attention, more history.

More importantly, the Ivy League is not good at "producing" athletes. In this regard, they are weak, and nerds can't exercise.

This is the inherent impression that people have had for a long time. If you can have a player who is both good in character and learning and can enter the professional game, this situation can be rewritten in an instant.

The Ivy is no longer just producing nerds, they can attract more potential future athletes to join the school and make themselves more diverse.

Diversification is what the whole of the United States is pursuing, but with different ages, the pursuit is not the same.

"Actually I don't think football is fun anymore," Aiden said casually.

"Me too." Mason agreed, because it was too unchallenging for them.

When you can win the first time, you will be very excited, the second time, likewise, the third time, proud, and the fourth time, excited, proud.

But when the result is the same every time, I'm afraid all that's left is boring, boring, boring...

This is the most tangled part. In the past, my parents would still watch their games. They would be nervous and excited, and they would scream excitedly in the stands after winning the game.

Now, even the most important fall finals, you can only hear a sentence, "Okay, have fun at the celebration party tonight." '

why?

Because the game has already been divided before the game started, there is no suspense to no sense of expectation.

"You guys know what? I've heard that several hockey arena and gym owners are planning,

Are you interested in starting a new basketball league? "

"It's the sport those little guys play?" Mason frowned. Although he didn't say anything, his face was full of disgust. In his opinion, this sport was extremely stupid.

Although he didn't know the name of the newly established league, he had seen the NBL's small game, a group of small men running and jumping like monkeys in a cage.

If someone hadn't explained it, he would have thought he was in a zoo.

"Maybe you can try." Aiden said boredly, he has no passion for football, even if his opponent is knocked down, he will only feel bored.

That includes hockey, baseball, tennis, and polo, all of which they've played.

"Give it a try." Mason agreed.

"Great, we'll go tomorrow." Elizabeth was very happy to be able to participate, even if it was just a contribution.

"I know the owners of the Plank's and the Handball Hall, two whiskey-loving drinkers who've nearly bankrupted themselves."

Aiden likes to make friends. His friends are always the ones with the most. Sometimes it feels like he knows everyone in the world.

The cashier at the corner store, the nurse at the hospital, the greeter at the department store, the millionaire at the golf club, the seller of medical marijuana, the widow on the corner with two kids...

"How long will you be with Diana?" Mason wondered what his plans were.

Because as far as he knew, Aiden was with Diana just to help her get rid of the drunk and her shameless ex-husband.

"It's coming soon. I'll find a new job for her. When she moves out of that hell, my mission will be completed." Aiden said with some regret.

"What's the matter with your damn tone?" Mason felt bad, and said weirdly, "You don't really like her, do you?"

"No, it's just...maybe...I don't know." Aiden said with a tangled look.

"It's over." Seeing his performance, Mason knew that some people should be worried.

"Uh... Aiden, would you be interested in attending the motorcycle show this afternoon?" Mason thought he should divert Aiden's attention.

"Harley?" Aiden's eyes lit up.

"Yes, Harley, haven't you always wanted a Harley Sportsman?" Mason's heart was trembling at this point.

"Mason, can I take it that you're saying you'll lend me money to buy a Sportster?" That was Aiden's dream, but he didn't have enough savings.

A Harley Sportsman costs 1,210 US dollars, which was not the price at first, but because of World War II in recent years, the Harley brand has become louder and the price has also risen.

"Yes... yes, that's right, I will lend you enough money." After saying this, Mason let out a sigh of relief, because for the next period of time, he will need to tighten his belt to survive, his The New Year's holiday will also be ruined.

But if it makes Aiden give up his 'soul mate,' Mason thinks it's worth it.

Hopefully this will get him to focus on Harley and forget about his freakish quirks.