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Ah!

At the scene, a chorus of gasps—

Kamara, on the verge of losing his balance.

His footsteps in the first half were somewhat hasty, and the more he wanted to showcase himself, the more he lost his rhythm. The on-the-spot decision-making in the air-cushion sandbag area clearly threw him off, and by the time he neared the sidelines preparing to catch the ball, centrifugal force was pulling his body outward, almost throwing him off balance.

However, at the critical moment!

Kamara indeed demonstrated his formidable catching ability, forcibly hitting the brakes to stop his steps, striking a Look Back at the Moon pose, with his upper body and lower body twisting in different directions, as he launched into the air.

In that instant, gravity seemed to vanish.

Kamara stretched his body to its limits to grab the football, managing, just barely, to catch it, but he ultimately ran out of strength and completely lost control of his body.

Then, gravity immediately made its strong presence felt.

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Kamara fell straight down, hitting the ground hard like a sandbag.

At the scene, gasps rose once more.

The only thought in Kamara's mind was:

Embarrassing! Really, really, truly embarrassing!

The more he rushed to make an impression, the more things went contrary to his wishes. The more arrogant and proud he had been earlier, the more despair and awkwardness he felt now. He wanted to dig a hole and leave this place.

Despite his saving catch at the last moment, this performance had ultimately been botched.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Damn it.

Taking a deep breath, Kamara eventually mustered up the courage to stand up, casually tossed the football back to the coach as if nothing had happened, and turned to walk toward the running backs—

It's fine, as long as I don't think I'm embarrassing, nobody can think I'm embarrassing.

Kamara didn't even have the mind to observe Li Wei's expression anymore. He just looked straight ahead, held his head up, and puffed out his chest, pretending as if nothing had happened.

"Uh, Alvin, it looks like you're bleeding from your nose..."

"No. You're mistaken."

"But..."

"You're mistaken!"

Again, the air fell silent.

The gaze turned back to the field.

Fournette did not participate in this test, for as a traditional power running back, catching wasn't his forte. He had tried to prove himself in the physical tests prior, but it seemed too forced, and he wisely chose to abandon the remaining tests to minimize any damage from the Rookie Training Camp.

And McCaffrey?

Smooth as chocolate.

During his NCAA days, although McCaffrey focused more on the ground game, he occasionally played as a Wide Receiver and showcased his talent. In the 2015 season, his performance of 45 catches for 645 yards was undoubtedly stunning, and it was a major reason he edged out Watson in the Heisman Trophy vote.

Today, McCaffrey was in top form, performing excellently.

From the start to the push off, then the change of direction, it was like watching flowing clouds and water; he danced like a butterfly, caught the football with ease, and then sprinted away from the competition.

Beautiful!

Perhaps there was still room for McCaffrey to increase his strength, but a player like him with such distinct technical characteristics could play a larger role in a suitable offensive system, and his excellent performance at the Rookie Training Camp indeed scored him many points.

Subtly, the gazes began to increase on McCaffrey.

However, McCaffrey was oblivious, turning to look at Li Wei, striding over to high-five and bump shoulders in a brief celebration before patting Li Wei on the back, his eyes full of admiration and expectation.

In McCaffrey's view, perhaps Li Wei hadn't attempted such tests during the season, but fundamentally, such a test was a judgment of ability—

The most important and central one was spatial ability.

Not agility, not speed, not decision-making, and not even catching ability, but the mastery of one's own position in the field's space, including offensive and defensive positioning, the dynamics of the field, and one's own location, among others.

This ability, Li Wei definitely had no issue with.

McCaffrey was even somewhat eager. He wanted to see how Li Wei would handle it and perhaps learn something himself.

The show was on.

In a certain sense, it was even more eye-catching than the previous physical tests.

All eyes in the stadium were on Li Wei as he took the stage.

Li Wei thought he would be nervous, but he wasn't.

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Not only was he not overwhelmed, but rather, he felt a surge of excitement. The fruits of his isolated training could finally be showcased bit by bit, and he continued to challenge his own limits.

Wasn't this worth getting excited over?

He let out a gentle breath, raised his hand to signal that he was ready—

"Go!"

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Li Wei burst into motion instantly, his light and agile footsteps, akin to Skimming Steps, were almost imperceptible as he maintained his balance and moved within the four quadrants.

Gathering strength, adjusting, gathering strength, starting.

With a whoosh, Li Wei had already shot out, even before people could fully realize that the first obstacle was over, his dazzling feet had smoothly breached the second barrier zone, focusing everyone's eyes on him with his steady center of gravity and dragon-like steps.

Including Kamara, who was gazing skywards—

"Trip up. Trip up. Trip up."

Even if Kamara was startled by his own thoughts, it seemed this was his only hope now; since his own performance fell short of expectations, he should at least drag someone down with him, to not appear so disgraced.

Kamara wasn't the only one.

Watson noticed Mahomes' gaze and could not help but stop in his tracks. The first thought that popped into his head was a curse, and the second was to trip someone up.

Unfortunately, it seems God did not hear their prayers.

Li Wei, like an arrow released from a bow, cut through the wind all the way.

Taking a step ahead, Li Wei kept his eyes fixed on the three air-filled sandbags in front of him—

Left, center, right.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Left, then right.

Center, then left.

Right, then right.

The right passage was the green light.

Li Wei keenly caught the coaches' movements, his footsteps came to a complete halt, maintaining his forward momentum, his right leg slightly reached out to the right, pulling his body forward, not slowing down but rather gaining speed.

Like a breath of fresh air.

With a swish, he had already passed through the right passage, leaving a whirlwind behind him.

Then, he saw a coach raise his right hand, which was on Li Wei's left—

A little test.

In the regular season, Li Wei still preferred to break through from the right, and obviously, the coaches from the thirty-two teams at Rookie Training Camp had studied his game footage. Now it was time to see Li Wei's capability on the left.

And it was also his receiving ability.

His right foot pushed off, his left foot steered, and his body drew a flat, sideway parabola towards the sidelines, approaching at lightning speed.

Change direction. Explode.

Silky smooth, and before anyone could blink, Li Wei had already approached the sideline. The coach responsible for the pass stayed composed, launching a rainbow.

Five yards!

Ten yards!

Fifteen yards!

Twenty yards!

This was a twenty-five-yard-long pass, like a bullet, headed straight for Li Wei's position.

Certainly, this wasn't Li Wei's strongest position, neither his running route nor his role, everything was unfamiliar to him, which led to a slight deviation.

The timing of his judgment was not accurate.

Li Wei was awaiting the pass, slowing down in anticipation; whereas the passing coach thought Li Wei would maintain high speed to reach the spot, resulting in the ball's trajectory being a little too far.

If it was a teammate, this situation could be avoided through practice and coordination, but obviously, it was the first time the two had worked together, so deviations were inevitable.

Li Wei was not nervous.

He quickly judged his own position— the sideline, the end zone, and the trajectory of the football—three points in his mind connected to form a three-dimensional image, like a constellation that popped up in his brain—

Got it!