As the craziest supporter of Columbia, John would never harm their university.

 Confused, Qin Guan followed him to a pile of boxes by the side of the court. They took out several boards with letters on them, and then walked up to the Harvard students and gave them the boards.

 "h.e.l.lo, we are members of the Harvard Pep Squad. We’ll beat Columbia even at their home court. Just show the boards to Columbia during the match."

 "We have printed letters on them. When you hold them up, the phrase ‘Go Harvard’ will be spelled! Isn't it a nice idea?"

 Lowering his head, Qin Guan handed the boards to the Harvard men. He had been left speechless by John’s plan.

 Thanks to the excitement and pride on his face, John convinced the spectators. The elite students accepted the plan without hesitation.

 All the boards were distributed. To avoid any questions and watch their plan being executed, Qin Guan and John sat by the Harvard men tamely.

 The whistle was heard, and the broadcast and commentary began. A wonderful match was about to start.

Well, the word "wonderful" did not suit Columbia. In fact, the word "disaster" described their team better.

 "The Harvard quarterback is wonderful!"

 "JC from Columbia rushed over... Wow, he fell down!"

 "Well done! Score for Harvard!"

 "Wow! It’s our superstar Joseph! He runs as fast as a deer..."

 "Ah!"

 Everyone held their breath. That must have hurt. Half of Joseph's body was pressed against the gra.s.s next to the player who played defence.

 "Excellent! Keep him there!" Several members of the Harvard team jumped on Joseph and pressed him down with their bodies.

 Joseph was crying in his hamlet. Bro, I will give you the ball. Just let me go! I’m having trouble breathing! 

 A fat man jumped on him and Joseph moaned. The ball in his hand finally rolled out through the pile of bodies.

 "Wow! Harvard is not showing any sportsmans.h.i.+p. They got the ball by using a disgusting method!"

 The overwhelming score made the Harvard students excited. Waving their flags around, they cheered loudly for their team.

 "We should take action." John threw his disposable cup away and stood up. Patting the dust off his bottom, he walked up to the spectators.

 "Listen to me, everyone! We are in a favorable position. it's time for us to beat Columbia. Come on! Let’s cheer up our players! Follow my lead!"

 He moved towards the exit, shouting, "Audience sitting in F1 to 20, please hold up your boards and shout with me! Harvard!"

 The atmosphere became animated. The Harvard students lifted the boards with a sense of purpose, shouting at the Columbia audience, "Go Harvard!"

 As expected, they attracted everyone’s attention. From such a short distance, all the students were able to see their boards clearly. The photographer beside the court immediately turned his camera to the Harvard students.

 This was definitely breaking news. It would no doubt make Harvard a laughing stock among American universities.

 The words "WE SUCK" were spelled clearly on the boards.

 "Ha ha ha..." Everyone burst into laughter, both in and out of the court. The referee, broadcaster, a.s.sistants and staff couldn't carry on working.

 This would be the best prank of the year. Maybe even of all time.

 It would be an eternal joke! Some of the cheerleaders stopped dancing and fixed their eyes on the boards. After a long time, they came back to their senses, but they still couldn't continue their performance. They laughed until they started to tear up.

 By that time, the Harvard audience had finally realized that something was going on. Some of the students stood before the spectator seats and read the boards.

 "F*ck! We were fooled by that son of a b*tch!"

 The general enthusiasm reached its peak. Most football fans were young hot-blooded guys. Although they had graduated and become elites of society, their blood had not cooled down.

 "Catch them!"

 The people holding the boards rushed up to Qin Guan and Joseph right away.

 In all his life, Qin Guan had never experienced such a chilling winter wind. The silence was ringing in his ears, poetic and vacant.

 Of course, curses like "stop, you son of a b*tch!" broke the silence. As they ran, Qin Guan and John exchanged a knowing smile.

 "Bro, you lied to me!"

 "G.o.d bless you, bro!"

 On the crossroads, Qin Guan turned left, heading to the embrace of the noisy city. John turned right in the direction of the student shelter.

 Their long legs were an advantage, not just because they complemented their figure, but also because they helped them escape. One could take larger steps if they had longer legs.