Wentworth Miller was the kind of shy young man everyone liked at first sight.
He had none of a bookworm's stiff, frail air, nor the restless, flighty energy of an athlete.
He simply radiated a gentle, refined air...
Of course, that was just Alvin's bias. Without Princeton's halo, the young man might have been just another ordinary overachiever in Alvin's eyes.
After seeing off the somewhat inexplicable Wentworth Miller, Alvin drew another diploma from the pile as if he were picking a lottery ticket.
He opened it, then proudly raised his eyebrows at Stark and said with a smile, "Looks like I'm on a lucky streak. Remind me to buy a lottery ticket after the ceremony..."
As he spoke, Alvin waved the diploma in his hand, then showed it to the graduates below and said with a grin, "Aha~ UCLA. 'Landlord,' how'd you convince them to give you a scholarship?
I don't know much about football, but I do know this school's bitter rivals with USC.
You're Anton's 'archenemy' now, haha~"
"Landlord" excitedly jumped up and down twice and said loudly, "I told UCLA's head coach that if they didn't give me a scholarship, I'd go to USC and join Anton. Then they wouldn't be able to stop us or score on us, and they'd lose by even more...
So they gave me a scholarship, and a single dorm room too. Haha, schools in Los Angeles are loaded..."
After celebrating with the people around him in a chaotic jumble, "Landlord" ran over and hugged Anton, who was sitting in a wheelchair. Then he slowly made his way down the faculty aisle.
The hulking man, more than two meters tall, had tears in his eyes as he hugged every teacher who had taught him. Finally, he embraced Bill, the team's actual