Dominate the Super Bowl

Over here, all thirty-two NFL teams gathered at Lucas Oil Stadium. Even though it was just the Rookie Training Camp, the undercurrents of the draft had already begun to quietly spread.

Over there, the young players, under the gaze of millions, continued their tests in an orderly fashion.

After completing urine tests, the group of running backs moved to the next room in a bustling crowd, and in the distance, one could see the bottleneck of quarterbacks in the corridor.

In front of them, they were about to partake in a test unique to Football—

The Frederick Test.

This is a highly credible and concise general intelligence assessment tool that measures verbal, numerical, and spatial abilities as well as problem-solving skills.

The entire test lasts twelve minutes and consists of fifty questions, with a perfect score being fifty.

Similar to the commonly known IQ tests in everyday life, this test is simpler and more targeted. A score of twenty indicates average intelligence, equivalent to the hundred point mark in IQ tests.

In Professional Football, the playbook is complex and varied, with as many as twenty thousand tactics involved. An offensive and defensive play might involve a multitude of tactical combinations, requiring every player to fully master the playbook—not just reading or rote memorization.

The Frederick Test examines this ability, including spatial reading, understanding questions, problem-solving, and logical reasoning.

Among them, the quarterback is undoubtedly of the utmost importance.

Because the quarterback is the core position of the entire team, he is the only one required to master the entire playbook, from offense to defense. Of course, defense is only about reading, while offense requires full comprehension.

In the NCAA, talent reigns supreme; in the NFL, it's all about the brain.

In the Professional League, quarterbacks who cannot master the playbook or keep up with the team's tactical changes and end up being cut or even retired are not a new phenomenon. Johnny Manziel wasn't the first one. For this reason, the Frederick Test could directly impact the draft position of quarterbacks.

Of course, this is just a metric.

A perfect score of fifty doesn't imply a genius-type quarterback; similarly, scoring below the average of twenty doesn't spell the end of a professional career. Each case requires specific analysis, and in the end, it varies from person to person.

After many years of testing, there is an average score for each position on the field. As long as a player reaches such a standard, there is basically no problem.

Interestingly, the position with the highest average score isn't the quarterback but the offensive tackle, with an average score of twenty-six, while the average score for quarterbacks is twenty-four.

The position with the lowest average score is the running back, with fullbacks averaging seventeen points and halfbacks averaging sixteen.

This detail alone reveals why running backs are commonly used as "meat shields" or bulldozers, with "muscle" becoming their label—

Not brains, after all.

For reference, in other professions in real life, the average score for journalists is twenty-six, and for programmers, it's twenty-seven.

The twelve-minute test went by faster than expected. With fifty questions and little time to think for each, one had to rely on instinct. Before they could even react, the test was complete.

The results came out immediately, updated in real-time, and recorded, just like other training camp data, following the players throughout their entire careers.

"Wow, that was really difficult."

"...It seems like so far, nobody's scored over thirty."

"Who knows what the answer to question three was? Anyone?"

"Was the answer to the last question..."

"I'm done for, I think I filled in the wrong answers."

The chattering in the hallway just wouldn't cease, instantly bringing them back to their high school days—

After the exam ended, one by one, students gathered at the classroom door to start discussing, all inquiring about the top students in the class to confirm their own exam status. For a brief moment, everyone temporarily forgot that they were rivals at the draft, all just pitiful students facing the pressure of exams.

But here, whom should they ask?

No reference.

As soon as Li Wei left the room, the crowd could see Mahomes smiling broadly, waving his right hand high and constantly moving towards them.

Seeing the bouncing Mahomes, the corners of Li Wei's mouth also slightly lifted, "Looks like the test went well?"

"Haha," Mahomes laughed carefreely, "Actually, I screwed it up."

Without saying much, Mahomes showed Li Wei his Frederick Test results—

Twenty-four points, just managing to beat the quarterback's average score.

Looking at the score and then at Mahomes' smile, one couldn't help but feel a humorous contrast. Is this something to be happy about?

Noticing Li Wei's expression, Mahomes waved his hands again and again, "I just never liked studying or tests, that's why I chose sports. No worries, no worries, at least I hit the quarterback average, that's like just passing, right? Haha, I never thought I could pass."

This is also a perspective.

A smile appeared in Li Wei's eyes as he nodded in agreement, "Perform well in the athletic tests coming up, and we'll see the real deal when we compete."

Mahomes, with a face full of smiles and nodding vigorously, looked ready to go, "The Frederick Test results this year are generally bad, scouts look pretty down, the stands are gloomy, the situation is serious. What about you? How did your test go? Ah, I shouldn't worry about you, you probably aced the test with ease."

Li Wei gave a light laugh, "It seems my performance on the field isn't intimidating enough, making you all think that I play with my brains, right?"

Mahomes blinked, "Isn't that a good thing? You're not one of those players who only have muscles and no brains."

Five steps behind, diagonally in the rear.

Fournette felt as if his back was full of arrows, like a porcupine, as he looked down at his Frederick Test result—

Eleven points.

That number was so glaring that he felt like tearing the test result to shreds.

A bit ahead, Kamara also glanced at his own Frederick Test result, twenty-four points, and a smile couldn't help but creep onto his face.

As a running back, his Frederick Test was far above the average, even matching the quarterback average, which immediately straightened Kamara's back.

Kamara had just sneakily inquired about his rival running backs—Cook scored eleven points, Mixon twelve, similar to Fournette.

Birds of a feather.

His gaze flicked to Li Wei, who was laughing and talking with Mahomes. Yet, Li Wei had never mentioned his own test results. Could it be that Li Wei had also blundered?

With this thought, Kamara felt a secret thrill. He planned to go up and throw it in Li Wei's face, to take him down a peg. As long as he could defeat Li Wei face-to-face at the Rookie Training Camp, with data and performance thoroughly surpassing Li Wei, the teams would see his value, and his draft stock would surely soar.

Taking a deep breath, Kamara stepped forward.

Just then, McCaffrey walked out of the room, heading straight for Li Wei and Mahomes, standing behind Li Wei. He peered over his shoulder to look at the test result in Li Wei's hand, his eyes went wide, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Jesus Christ, perfect score!"

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