Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 315 - 314 puppy tail

"I think Li Wei is an incredibly outstanding player,"

"Having just gone through my rookie season myself, even now, I’m still learning and growing. It’s precisely because of this that I understand how incredible Li Wei’s performance is."

"I believe that if Li Wei’s name isn’t in the MVP discussion for the regular season, it’s merely because he’s a rookie, and that’s truly regrettable."

"He’s making history, isn’t he?"

Wentz was generous with his praise. It was because he had just been through the storms of a rookie season that he felt a sense of camaraderie with other young players. Unlike Brady, Wentz didn’t hesitate to stand with Li Wei, offering a positive and supportive response.

Reporter: Disappointing.

They had traveled far and wide to come to Philadelphia, not to hear platitudes or motivational speeches—this wasn’t "The Oprah Talk Show." They were tired of the same old boring praise; couldn’t they be a bit more genuine?

Those words fell on their ears and became just blah blah blah, in one ear and out the other.

Seeing that reporters on site were beginning to yawn, Wentz changed tack and finally dropped a bombshell.

"Of course, the next time we meet, I’ll do everything in my power to defeat him and prove that we’re a better team."

Finally!

The reporters didn’t keep pestering Wentz after that; they left satisfied.

Thirty minutes later, social media exploded.

"Brady: Li Wei wants to beat me? He’s dreaming."

"Brady: Li Wei is nothing special."

"Brady: I don’t pay attention to Li Wei."

As the current face of the NFL, Brady’s ability to draw attention was unquestionable. Even though the major news media were using such eye-catching headlines to stir up discussion, the belief that Li Wei was out of his league and not qualified to challenge Brady still dominated by a wide margin.

The simplest and most straightforward view was this: How many championship rings does Brady have and how many does Li Wei have? Haha.

"Wentz: I’m better than Li Wei."

"Wentz: Li Wei is good, but I deserve the MVP more."

Unlike Brady, this time the controversy truly boiled over. Some sided with Wentz, some with Li Wei. Although one was a quarterback and the other a running back, it was bizarrely debatable. Compared to the 2017 draft class which didn’t have a single standout, the topic’s popularity soared to new heights.

Of course, some continued to support Brady, saying, "This generation isn’t up to par, everyone step aside."

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When Wentz saw these news headlines, he nearly passed out. He hadn’t said those things, really, he swore on his life.

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However, this was just the tip of the iceberg. When Li Wei’s name came up in the regular-season MVP discussion, it was like a drop of cold water in hot oil, sizzling and exploding in all directions—enveloping the entire League in a heated debate and proving once again Li Wei’s draw—

Whether people liked it or not, whether they agreed or not, Li Wei was now in the eye of the storm.

When things had reached this point, people couldn’t even remember who was the first to bring this up at the post-game press conference.

And what about Li Wei?

Li Wei didn’t have the time to respond to these trivial disputes; his daily life was too busy. He really didn’t have the leisure to bother with those idle rumors.

If he had to respond to every little controversy thrown out on social media, he might as well stop training and eating and just sit in front of the computer all day replying to those topics.

When reporters, one after another, came to Kansas Stadium’s training base buzzing with excitement and ready to toss Brady and Wentz’s comments at Li Wei, waiting for a response, they discovered to their surprise that they only saw Mahomes and Kelsey—Li Wei was nowhere to be found.

The reporters searched for Li Wei here and there like lost lambs, their pupils shaking wildly and losing focus, a touch of panic setting in.

Mahomes flashed a beaming smile, pointed towards the highway, and raised his right hand high, waving it back and forth. All eyes reflexively followed Mahomes’s gaze, and then they saw Li Wei’s familiar car slowly passing by before stopping in front of the teeming crowd at the training base’s entrance.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Li Wei’s familiar face.

Li Wei flashed a smile, waved his hand, and called out, "Remember to vote for me."

Mahomes and Kelsey burst into boisterous cheers, "Roar roar roar, Li Wei! Li Wei! Li Wei!"

Journalists: ???

Wait, what just happened?

For a moment, the journalists couldn’t keep up with Li Wei’s quick wit. They were two beats too slow to realize: voting, the MVP voting, which was done by the journalists themselves—was this Li Wei’s response to the fervent ongoing discussions?

Indeed, Li Wei is Li Wei, never one to follow the beaten path.

At that moment, the journalists finally caught on and chased after him in a flash, but obviously, it was too late. They were left eating dust, staring helplessly as the taillights disappeared ahead, panting and propping themselves up on their knees, like a dog running under the scorching summer sun.

But what’s going on with Li Wei?

Today, Li Wei didn’t go home with Mahomes. During the crunch time of the playoffs and amidst his busy schedule, why did Li Wei leave early? Was there something going on?

Over here, the journalists exchanged bewildered glances but no one could find the answer.

Over there, it took Li Wei less than fifteen minutes to arrive at his destination.

Marriott Hotel.

Li Wei had just parked at the hotel entrance, and the parking valet had already come to greet him. He was about to extend a polite welcome, but then he looked up at the figure stepping out of the driver’s seat:

His face was a picture of astonishment.

From astonishment to joy to frenzy, it took just a millisecond. He then bulged his eyes and instinctively bit the inside of his cheek hard.

"Ah!"

The valet couldn’t help but let out a low exclamation, but quickly realized his lack of professionalism, clenched his fist, and tried his best to contain his excitement; however, his every move still radiated energy and enthusiasm, and he couldn’t even control his footsteps from floating.

"Rookie!"

"Rookie, a flawless game! A flawless performance!"

Now in Kansas City, Li Wei unquestionably had a face everyone recognized, having won over the city’s affection in just a little over half a year.

Who would have thought that "rookie" would evolve into their exclusive nickname for Li Wei.

Li Wei wasn’t bothered by this. Although the nickname lacked a sense of cool or dominance, it carried a friendly charm that easily bridged the gap between him and the fans.

But the important thing was, this nickname was reserved for Kansas City. If a rival called Li Wei by this name, Chieftain fans would not hesitate to fire back.

Li Wei flashed a grin, "Shh, no need to let Alex find out about this."

The valet laughed heartily along.

But unexpectedly, as the laughter lingered on the valet’s lips, it faded slightly, and he grew serious. He took a small step forward, shifted his body to one side and, as he reached for the keys, whispered into Li Wei’s ear.

"Rookie, don’t look back, you’ve got a tail. Need my help shaking them off?"

A tail?