Dominate the Super Bowl

As previously mentioned, since the dawn of the new century, the power structure in the American League has been stable, with "Manning VS Brady" leading the charge, and the Pittsburgh Steelers and Baltimore Ravens biding their time as two strong defensive teams. The top of the pyramid was as solid as a rock, and all other teams came and went as mere passersby, unable to shake the status quo, let alone subvert it.

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At last!

A Li Wei, like a catfish disrupting a still pond, easily disrupted the calm landscape of the American League.

Could it be that the American League was finally about to change?

Of course, it was still too early to claim that the Kansas City Chiefs could break through the shackles and alter the deadlock, but at the very least, Li Wei had shown the fearlessness of a newcomer not afraid of tigers, successfully bringing a sense of instability to the American League's stable structure. The traditional powerhouses were restless, and the media reporters naturally approved, giving a resounding two thumbs up.

Even without any push from the NFL officials, the reporters were already excited on their own.

The upcoming Divisional Playoffs in the second round, whether the Kansas City Chiefs were up against the Pittsburgh Steelers or the New England Patriots, would inevitably be a hot topic.

As a natural consequence, the other American League wildcard game was completely ignored, treated as an afterthought.

Jacksonville Jaguars: "Should I just leave?"

David Caldwell, the team manager of the Jacksonville Jaguars, thought of the eight months that had passed since last April's draft. He still vividly recalled their journey from hell to heaven and back to hell, watching helplessly as the Kansas City Chiefs snatched Li Wei from right in front of them, plunging their war room into collective despair.

It was a nightmare! An absolute nightmare!

Caldwell watched as social media was inundated with news about Li Wei, his heart bleeding out. For an entire season, they were in a state of excessive blood loss. If not for the Kansas City Chiefs, all the spotlight and traffic would have belonged to the Jacksonville Jaguars.

Moreover, the Jacksonville Jaguars delivered their best performance since the 2007 season, returning to the playoffs after a decade. It seemed they were finally primed to reach the summit, and if they had acquired Li Wei as well, could they have soared even higher with official support from the league?

With his eyes closed, Caldwell could picture vast amounts of money flitting before his eyes, tantalizingly out of reach — and the cruelty of it!

Everything was ready, yet missed by a hair's breadth at the tips of their fingers. They hadn't imagined they would miss out on the league's future cash cow for the next decade—

It was heart-wrenchingly unbearable.

Suddenly, Caldwell opened his eyes.

They would advance to the next round; they would march forward with heads held high. When they faced the Kansas City Chiefs, they would be doubly determined to seek revenge and settle the score with Li Wei — it was a must!

Buffalo Bills: "I guess I should be under the car."

The bustling discussions seemed not to concern the Buffalo Bills at all. They made their first return to the playoffs since 1999, a first for the twenty-first century, yet they were completely overshadowed in the heated discussions. Despite making it to the playoffs, they seemed unrelated to this grand feast.@@novelbin@@

The entire league's attention and frenzy revolved around Li Wei, but conspicuously, Li Wei, at the eye of the storm, seemed oblivious to it.

Or perhaps, Li Wei was aware but simply didn't care.

However, his indifference didn't mean everyone else could remain indifferent. The visible and invisible influences were silently spreading.

...

"Sherlock, wait, I left my playbook in the Wide Receiver's meeting room."

"Do you mean your running back playbook or your Wide Receiver playbook?"

"Haha, not bad, you've improved, now you're even making jokes."

"No, I'm serious..."

Mahomes looked on as Li Wei hurried back to the team office building, unable to finish his muttering, and couldn't help but smile wryly. He thought that after a season together, he should have gotten used to Li Wei by now; yet today, his opinion had changed once again.

In the final two minutes against the Tennessee Titans, from the sidelines to the field, Li Wei's leadership shone through during those critical moments—his composure, his boldness, his wisdom—once again proving that personal charisma can indeed change the game.

And at this moment, even though he had just led his team to their second playoff victory in over twenty years for Kansas City, a win that captured the attention of the entire nation, Li Wei kept his feet on the ground and focused on the next game.

Concentrated. Committed. Undistracted.

It was hard to imagine that Li Wei planned to continue studying the playbook tonight.

"Strategically despise the opponent, tactically respect the opponent,"

That's what Li Wei had told him.

Mahomes fell into thought.

He couldn't help but recall the last game of the regular season, when he had his first start as quarterback. He thought he was prepared, he thought he had completely adapted to professional football, but reality proved otherwise.

He still had much to learn.

In order to quickly catch up with Li Wei's pace and strive to fight alongside him in the future, he needed to work hard.

Thinking this, Mahomes immediately took out his phone and opened the game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Tennessee Titans to start watching the playback of the recording.

On his end, Li Wei jogged back.

After battling it out with the Titans, Li Wei realized that the playoffs were indeed a different game altogether—where the slightest margins could lead to significant and intense changes. This meant they would need to rely even more on the team's strength and also continue to improve themselves from every detail.

A single battle can determine life or death.

Exhilarating. Intense. No turning back.

The wild-card game was just the first game of the playoffs. The games that were over had to be left behind—it was time to look ahead to the next divisional round.

Therefore, Li Wei wasn't planning to relax. He still needed to seriously study the Wide Receiver's playbook.

In football, with numerous positions on the team and entering the professional arena, strategies become even more complex and diverse, and the specialization ever more precise.

The team has its general meeting room, the Offensive group has its meeting room, the Defensive group has its meeting room, and beyond that, there are specialized spaces like the Quarterback meeting room, the Wide Receiver meeting room, and so forth.

After a series of meetings, the amount of information is so vast that players often find it hard to digest. The starters and substitutes for each position would then have their own meetings to study tactics and game recordings, which is also a part of training.

In Li Wei's eyes, it wasn't much different from college life.

As he pushed open the Wide Receiver meeting room, sure enough, Li Wei found his playbook on Hill's desk.

During this period, Li Wei and Hill had gradually become acquainted. Although Hill was slow to warm up, once well-acquainted, one could sense his enthusiasm.

Hill was a Wide Receiver skilled in running routes, a player capable of quickly adapting to different tactical systems and unleashing his abilities.

Li Wei humbly asked Hill for some tips on route running and how to observe defensive formations while carrying the ball, as the work of a Wide Receiver is different from that of a Running Back.

Hill held nothing back.

Just now, as Li Wei and Hill were leaving the meeting room while continuously discussing, along with Kelsey, the three of them were so engrossed in their discussion that Li Wei forgot the most important playbook when packing up his stuff.

Li Wei picked up the playbook, ready to leave, but inadvertently glanced out the window at the training field and saw a figure wandering—that was—

Number Eleven?