"I object!" Before Madson finished speaking, Mr. Dong bounced from the bench like a Rocket and said angrily, "You are naked racism. Anyone should have the opportunity to reform, not to mention that you are talking about a young player who is working hard to win honors for Harvard University on the court. I think if Tommy Young was a white man, Mr. Madson would not have made such a decision that could ruin a young player for the rest of his life!"

Madson was pushed back by Jane En-Dong so straightforwardly, and he couldn't help but feel angry, making him look red and his neck thick, but what the other party said was one of the most untouchable taboos in American society. So although Madson was so angry, he did not reject it all at once. For such a sensitive issue, every word he said could become the fuse to ignite the atmosphere in the house.

Although the two of them made the atmosphere in the room very awkward without saying a word, at least on the surface, they didn't feel relaxed at all, staring at each other like two roosters preparing to fight, at least they could not be weak in their momentum.

However, it was obvious that the protests and crowds from outside seemed to have played a role. After nearly an hour of exchange, at this temporary hearing, it seemed impossible to reach an agreement in a short period of time. Only Mrs. Houston did not say a word, and seemed to maintain a neutral attitude as a chairman.

The two sides who supported the expulsion of Yang Xiao from the basketball team were represented by Madsen and Jane En-Dong, and almost fought as supreme board members. This is the case: For these people who have become traitors, it is too difficult to convince the other party to change their positions.

The key to the matter is Mrs. Houston, who has added weights to change the situation on the even-match scale.

"Okay, I think our discussion can come to an end. Now I think this last chance is left to the basketball coach Mr. Bale, after all, he is the real person in charge of the basketball team. Of course, Mr. Bale does not have the right to vote, but I think at least for us, Mr. Bale's opinion is also very important, isn't it?" Mrs. Houston interrupted the argument in the conference room as lively as a vegetable market and said.

Madson's heart sank. It was a bit inappropriate for letting Derek Bell speak at this time. After all, if this ignorant guy supports the firing of Tommy Young, there is no need to hold this hearing today. Fortunately, he is surrounded by a determined guy today, otherwise he might have been moved by this guy who has always been good at sweet words.

Derek Bell stood up, and made no mistake in his hair, which would slip when flies stepped on it, bowed very gentlemanly. In fact, he had not said a single word of redundant words than to deal with necessary inquiries. For him, this was not a common behavior.

"Cough..." Derek Bell cleared his throat. Anyone who is familiar with him knows that the orator is ready to start his grand speech again. "First of all, I am very grateful to everyone here for giving me such an explanation, because I think that if I really want to drive someone out of the basketball team, then I will undoubtedly be the first person to be punished like this."

Derek saw that someone seemed to be ready to agree with his words immediately, and then followed up and said, "Of course, I believe that everyone on the board will never do such a stupid behavior, because no one knows that maintaining the stability of the coaching seat is an important guarantee for achieving a great team. I believe behind it, even now, many of you are calling me a fool, a guy who can only talk big, but I want to tell you!"

Derek suddenly raised his tone and looked at everyone present: "Before the genius proved him, there would always be a group of people showing distrust, but history will eventually prove that in the face of great achievements, all doubts will disappear!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but cough, as if reminding Derek Bell not to perform his trick here again. Obviously, the head coach of the basketball team, whose control of emotions had reached the level of master, immediately noticed it.

"I don't want to say too much today, I just want to ask you." Derek Bell said almost one letter by one.

"Are you thinking about the past many years? In March every year, watching the administrators of other schools discuss how far their teams can go. When they use bonuses to gamble on each other's final rankings, you are repeatedly mentioned as negative examples in the crowd because your school's performance is a mess." Derek observed everyone's expression, "I am still willing to give a kid who dares to challenge his opponents on the court a chance, so that this guy who will definitely be the best basketball player in Harvard's history creates a miracle on the stage of NCAA, and then you will be praised by everyone because of your keen eyes!"

"It's just a simple choice." Finally, Derek Bell said in a tone that didn't fit his character at all.

The entire conference room was quiet.

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Madson walked out of the meeting with a look of anger, muttering something. Obviously, the results of the hearing made him very dissatisfied, and the students who were guarding the door had already hugged each other excitedly. The secretary of the school board of directors had told them the results of the meeting. For them, the results at this time were no longer important. What was important was that they achieved a great victory against the school authorities.

"The Chinese want to play basketball well? Look at the clumsy performance of that stupid big man Yao Ming!" Madsen still refused to stop and muttered.

"William Madson, stop!" A sharp voice came from behind, and Madson couldn't help but stop his steps.

"For you, the Chinese are always synonyms that are useless. Since the founding of the United States, there has never been a lack of Chinese footsteps on this continent. You are standing on this beautiful land today and promoting freedom and democracy. But I want to tell you that the so-called democracy is not the democracy of the Americans, but the so-called freedom is also the freedom of the whole world. That boy will definitely become a great basketball player. If you don't believe it, we can bet!"

This is the famous "basketball bet" in Harvard University's history, and the bet is a brand new high-standard basketball hall. If Jane Dong wins, the basketball hall will be located in China. If William Madson wins, the basketball hall will be established in the United States.

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"Look at you, you cowardly!" Ouyang Yi looked at Yang Xiao angrily and said, "Do you know what they call you? Now people say you are the light of Chinese! Someone has already made huge bets for you. You are not you alone now. Do you know? If others know you are like this, do you know how sad they will be?"

Lin Jia, who was beside Ouyang Yi, looked different, holding a bunch of books in her hand, but she was also looking at Yang Xiao very anxiously.

Yang Xiao himself looked even more crazy.

There is no reason. In the modern history exam just passed, this kid failed without surprise. If it was a high school course, Bill Walton could still help him, but this is an undergraduate course at Harvard University. And although Bill Walton has a UCL degree in history, God knows how much he still remembers what Bill Walton studied during college, so basically, he can't help at all.

"Who knew that I would have to fail the course in college to participate in the competition. This course is so difficult, how could I pass it?" Yang Xiao moaned in pain, obviously he was deeply troubled by this incident.

"Idiot, do you think this is in China? As long as you don't meet the requirements, no matter how awesome you are, you won't know that Bill Gates was born in this university and he has not graduated yet!" Ouyang Yi said with his eyes wide open, "A guy like you who thinks that as long as you play basketball well, you don't have to worry about anything, should find a place to throw it into the sea to avoid lowering the quality of the crowd!"

"Okay, I think it's my own problem for me, why are you so anxious? What's the relationship between me and you if I can't play in the game? I remember you don't seem to be optimistic about me!" Yang Xiao said angrily.

"Forget it, now is not the time to have a quarrel. Let's think about how to pass the exam first." Lin Jia stopped Ouyang Yi, who was about to jump up, and said.

Of course, Ouyang Yi can't tell Yang Xiao that she has already bet with some people online that if Yang Xiao is so poor that she can't even participate in the competition, the "Fairy Sister" may have to release a few photos to comfort those unlucky men. This is very normal: for these guys, what kind of bullshit Chinese stars are not their focus, women are their only targets they desire.
Chapter completed!