บท 197: 196 Youthful Exuberance

Whistles echoed one after another, adding to the lively ambiance.

Then, the blonde beauty stopped in her tracks, turned her head toward the source of the whistles, and Mahomes's buddies all chickened out in a second, hurriedly shutting their mouths.

Seeing this, Hunter stepped up to the plate.

Hunter grabbed a football and launched it toward the blonde, but passing was obviously not this running back's strong suit. The football wobbled through the air like the last dry leaf on a tree branch in autumn, refusing to fall until it plummeted off a cliff.

The pass had no accuracy to speak of, falling short of reaching her by quite a bit, pathetically hitting the ground. Due to its oval shape, it couldn't roll properly, clumsily bouncing twice before coming to a standstill.

A little awkward.

Hunter cleared his throat but still mustered the gall to call out, "Excuse me, could you throw the football back, please?"