Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 440: 439 Second Home Field Chapter 440: 439 Second Home Field Abrupt stop, sharp turn, dodging screens, slipping free, tearing open a slice of space, without pausing, he stepped back half a step, feet together, standing beyond the three-point line, he leaped up, shot launched—

Whoosh.

The basketball, tracing a light and graceful arc, aimed at the white net, once again drawing all eyes in Madison Square Garden to the nimble—and agile—Curry, amidst the crisp sound of the net, the commotion and noise of the venue transformed into frustrated sighs.

Three points, once again in hand.

Then.

Curry turned, his gaze landing on the courtside…

Li Wei, breaking into a wide smile, he jogged past with ease, stretching out his right hand, his palm tall and straight like a bamboo shooting towards Li Wei—

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Curry was preparing to attack Li Wei?

Slap!

Li Wei instinctively extended his right hand, palm meeting palm in mid-air, high-fiving in celebration, Curry pirouetted with flair, a 180-degree turn, retreating quickly to his own half and assuming a defensive stance.

“Wow, at a critical moment, with just twenty-one seconds left in the game, but Stephen Curry still seems exceptionally relaxed, even finding time to celebrate with a high-five to a courtside fan.”

“New York Knicks’ players morale has taken a serious hit.”

“Wait, that is…”

That ordinary fan: Uh, he seems to have just been fooled by a primary schooler.

Fans onsite at Madison Square Garden, unable to contain their anger, glared fiercely at that “traitor boosting the enemy’s morale at their own expense,” one by one they clenched their teeth, balled their fists, rolled their sleeves, and the air suddenly tensed.

As a result.

That ordinary fan seemed to notice the intense gazes converging from all directions, he turned his head, scanning the crowd, that shoulder, that arm, that look in his eyes, releasing a pressure that made those around him clench up, how could they forget this super villain’s original identity, one by one, they whistled nonchalantly, pretending nothing was amiss as they shifted their gaze to the void.

The disturbance settled down once more.

Actually, this incident had little effect on the suspense of the outcome, the Golden State Warriors had already firmly taken control, the New York Knicks incapable of reversing the situation, witnessing once again the primary schooler’s dominion over the game with a three-point frenzy, entering the final quarter with victory firmly in hand, even Curry for once showed off a bit on the court.

“112:123”.

The Golden State Warriors, who had just lost a fierce battle against the Boston Celtics, turned around and regained their form, taking down the New York Knicks on their home court with a clear advantage, returning to the winning track.

The New York Knicks, on the other hand, continued their dismal season trend, and even with Li Wei bringing the aura of an American League champion to boost morale, they couldn’t reverse the downturn.

Phew.

Li Wei let out a soft breath, facing defeat in any match at any time wasn’t easy, and it became all the harder if it was on home turf; just as he was pondering whether he should head to the locker room to lift spirits, he noticed something amiss.

“Hey, Li Wei!”

A voice called out from behind him, and Li Wei reflexively turned his head.

Next, a smiling face and an outstretched palm appeared before his eyes.

Li Wei swiftly realized, raised his hand to complete the high-five, but afterwards couldn’t help tilting his head, feeling something was off:

So, what exactly were they celebrating?

The New York Knicks lost, didn’t they?

However, this wasn’t the end—

One.

Two.

Three.

One after another.

All around, faces bloomed with unabashed grins, exhilaration and jubilation written all over them, eager fans flocking over to high-five Li Wei, as waves of cheers flooded the stands with joy.

Is this really okay?

Just moments ago, Madison Square Garden had been seething with anger at Li Wei and Curry’s high-fiving celebration; but as soon as the final buzzer of the game sounded, that incident was forgotten, the speed of the change in mood astounding.

Anyway…

since defeat was inevitable, hopes for playoffs fading, might as well dance—no, better to enjoy the moment at hand.

Perhaps, the New York Giants and the New York Knicks had disappointing performances this season, the New York Yankees were stopped in the second round of the playoffs, with only the New York Rangers still battling for a playoff spot; but at least they stopped the New England Patriots.

That was worth celebrating.

No matter what James Dolan’s real purpose was in inviting Li Wei to watch the game, at least one thing was accomplished:

Traffic.

Popularity.

Not to mention the social media frenzy, the Hua Xia Continent was once again in shock at the sight of Madison Square Garden’s fervor, enough to keep Dolan at ease, as New York media could start their revelry.

Incredibly, Li Wei genuinely felt the treatment of a second home in New York, certainly an unexpected bonus for his return to the city.

“Li Wei.

Li Wei!”

In the midst of the ongoing tumultuous cheers and shouts, it was hard to single out any calling voice until security personnel truly appeared in Li Wei’s line of sight and began to maintain a semblance of order among the increasingly chaotic crowd, catching Li Wei’s attention and escorting him away.

“Please follow me.”

Behind him, a torrent of various screams and roars, and declarations of love from female fans, came surging through.

It was an NBA game, yet the audience at Madison Square Garden was in a frenzy over a football player—

New York Knicks: So, that’s where they belong, in the gutter, right?

Whoosh!

A beautiful blonde woman lifted her shirt, boldly showing off her impressive curves, screaming hysterically.

“Li Wei, I’m yours!”

This scene didn’t slow Li Wei’s pace, but it sent the onlookers across the players’ tunnel into a frenzy, their screams intensifying, veins nearly bursting on their foreheads, faces red as if drunk, looking as though they could explode at any moment, pushing the frenzy at the scene to a new peak.

Right then, Li Wei, having entered the players’ tunnel, suddenly stopped and took two steps back, throwing the scene into instant chaos, with the woman who had been flaunting herself now emitting a mad shriek.

The scene was, momentarily, in disarray.

Security hurriedly drew back, surrounding Li Wei in a protective circle, while fans in the stands, thinking their fervor had moved Li Wei, became even more heated.

The order at the venue was teetering on the brink of collapse, and it looked as though it might all come crashing down, leaving players from the Golden State Warriors and the New York Knicks dumbfounded:

They had never anticipated Li Wei would command such popularity in New York.

They’d fought fiercely for two hours, yet Li Wei, leisurely watching with crossed legs, had stolen the spotlight.

So, were they allowed to swear?

And what about Li Wei?

Li Wei wasn’t paying any attention to those frenzied, contorted figures.

His brow furrowed slightly, his gaze fixated on the lower half of the crowd, a touch of concern in his eyes.

“Make way.”

“Hey, guys, calm down, back up a bit.”

“Calm down!”