Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 461: 460 innocent civilians Chapter 461: 460 innocent civilians Li Wei: ???

An innocent civilian, Mr.

Li, waved his hands in disbelief, “You should ask the quarterback, why ask a passerby like me?

Please don’t disturb my enjoyment of the spectacle.”

That robust and confident demeanor made everyone around him burst into laughter, but Houston wasn’t fooled, “Discussion, this is discussion.

Mr.

Passerby, are you sure you don’t want to express an opinion?”

At his side, Mahomes playfully clenched his fist, held it out in front of Li Wei, and exaggeratedly knelt on one knee, acting as a microphone stand.

Li Wei didn’t decline, either; he shook his head and wagged his tail as if preparing to recite a poem, with an unfathomable expression, even going so far as to scratch at a nonexistent goat beard.

“No, it’s not possible.

I think a fifty-yard long pass is too difficult, and you might not even kick that far with a foot, let alone with a hand.

This isn’t discus throwing.”

Tsk!

Thump!

“Terrible!”

Boo hoo hoo.

The players showed no mercy, one after another treating him to boos as the scene erupted into chaos.

And they didn’t stop there.

“Rookie, can you do it?”

“What if a man can’t do it?”

“Travis, the rookie says you can’t do it.”

It was noisy and chaotic.

Then, a group of folks who loved to stir the pot egged on Kelsey to step in and show off his skills.

As it turned out, Li Wei was right.

Indeed, looking at the Special Duty Group, one could see that even facing a larger target like the goalpost and even when kicking forcefully with a foot, the success rate of free kicks above fifty yards plummeted, let alone with throwing the ball by hand.

The first lesson in Football 101—

Football is not round.

So at this moment, one can tell by the players’ absurdly ridiculous performances, not only had they failed, but they had gone way off course.

Utterly discordant!

And at the moment Kelsey made his appearance, it reached a peak.

But then, Kelsey confidently got into position, with retreat steps and fluid forward moves, getting ready to throw the ball.

The whole passing motion looked professional, but just as he was about to make the pass, his foot slipped, his shoe flew off, and he fell forward, planting his face on the ground and pushing the football forward by just five yards.

Ha ha, ha ha ha.

The entire team just laughed like crazy.

Kelsey lay on the ground, resigned to his fate, refusing to stand up and waving his right hand as if waving a white flag in surrender.

Then.

Mahomes, pulling Li Wei along with him, grabbed Kelsey by the ankles, one on each side, and tiptoed away as stealthily as if they were dragging a corpse.

This scene caused Reed to burst into laughter, nearly sending his glasses flying.

What a riot!

A whole bunch of clowns!

Then.

“Rookie!

Rookie!

Rookie!”

The players from the Kansas City Chiefs couldn’t wait and started to jeer even before Li Wei could put down Kelsey’s right leg, creating an uproar of excitement.

Even Childres, who stood with the coaching staff, shamelessly joined in the shouting, while other team staff members laughed till they were doubled over.

Li Wei looked helplessly at Kelsey, who lay on the ground gazing up at them with a sunbathing posture—

Eating melons.

Kelsey’s recent performance had set the entire place off, and then it was Li Wei’s turn to take the stage.

How to meet the high expectations of the eager spectators was the question.

Unless Charlie Chaplin were still alive, Li Wei believed it was nearly an impossible task to outdo Kelsey.

What to do?

Li Wei wasn’t flustered at all, and after some chitchat with Mahomes, he walked towards the center line while Mahomes jogged to the end zone.

If humor wouldn’t work, then they’d have to rely on looks.

The two switched positions, with the running back throwing the ball and the quarterback catching it, preparing seriously amid clapping and whistling from all directions, with Kelsey leading the raucous encouragement most joyfully.

Li Wei remained calm, aiming from half a field away and continuously directing Mahomes to move left and right as if the pass could be accurate to the centimeter, while the surrounding cheers escalated like those at a carnival festival.

So much so that Childres couldn’t help but turn to Reed and remark, “The rookie’s got something with that display.”

Reed just smiled without saying a word.

Finally.

Li Wei finished adjusting—

Drop step, push off, step forward.

Pause, pivot, swing arm.

A series of movements, smooth and effortless, starkly contrasting Kelsey’s comedic gestures, naturally exuding an air of nonchalance.

Amidst the gasps and admiration from the crowd, the football drew a beautiful rainbow arc across the field, appearing like a perfect spiral that spanned the entire field.

Ten yards.

Twenty yards.

The football continued to fly steadily.

Ha!

Thirty yards.

Forty yards.

The full and smooth parabola unbelievably crossed over half the field.

Amidst the sounds of jaws dropping, the football, impossible as it seemed, homed in on Mahomes and descended accurately.@@novelbin@@

Fifty yards, as agreed, was exactly fifty yards.

And it hit the bullseye.

It was just slightly off-target, prompting Mahomes to step sideways with his left leg by just half a step, spreading his arms open and waiting casually for the football to fall into his embrace, while his right leg, like the fixed leg of a compass, was firmly planted on the ground.

This stance declared—

Li Wei’s aim wasn’t just for show.

The entire field fell silent.

Childres’s jaw almost dislocated with disbelief, looking at Reed only to find the head coach still with his calm demeanor, smiling contentedly amidst the shockwaves of astonishment reverberating through the stadium, revealing a hint of inscrutable mystery.

Yet Li Wei’s performance was not over.

Jogging forward, he executed a front somersault, a cartwheel, followed by a Thomas full-twist, rolling on the ground effortlessly like a circus juggler, celebrating with a high-five to the oncoming Mahomes, and finally, the two teamed up to perform a finishing move, bowing in unison to the audience.

This…

The entire field looked at each other in disbelief.

There was a brief second of silence and then a frenzy ensued.

Applause, whistles, and accolades reverberated as the entire stadium erupted, disbelief in their eyes.

The crowd surged forward, quickly enveloping Li Wei and Mahomes, the buzzing of excited conversations showing no signs of stopping.

In the crowd, Revis cracked a smile, already spreading across his face.

With the Super Bowl showdown imminent, tension permeated the Kansas City Chiefs from top to bottom, and even a seasoned veteran like Revis was not immune.

Revis thought he could remain detached, but memories of Berry often surfaced—

His situation was not much different from Berry’s, with his body protesting and his age sounding alarms, no one knew how much longer they could compete.

Today it was Berry, and maybe tomorrow it would be Revis.

Such unease became more apparent due to excitement and agitation.

However, what Revis never anticipated was that a few jokes and pranks by Kelsey, Li Wei, Houston, and Mahomes dissipated the gloom over the team, and inadvertently, they regained the team’s energy.

This was something Revis hadn’t felt with the New York Jets or the New England Patriots—more vivid than words, more heartfelt than slogans, and more direct than actions, the passion that lay dormant in their blood was ignited anew.

For the first time, Revis felt a sense of belonging and was glad he had joined Kansas City mid-season, not because they were heading to the Super Bowl, but because he could fight for the Super Bowl with such a group of comrades.