Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 463: 462 makes no distinction between you and me.

Chapter 463: 462 makes no distinction between you and me.

Nick Foles, the Philadelphia Eagles quarterback, blinked innocently like Tang Seng who had accidentally wandered into a spider’s den, unable to wrap his mind around the situation.

Run, Nick, run!

Finally, an alarm rang in Foles’s mind, and as he lifted his foot to run, he turned around only to find himself surrounded on all sides, nowhere to escape.

“Nick!”

Li Wei was the first to lead, waving his arms and even hopping on the spot, rhythmically punching the air with his right fist, instantly igniting the atmosphere around him.

“Nick!

Nick!

Nick!”

Then, a group of little yellow minions next to them followed suit, each jumping up with their hands raised, their round heads swelling into a torrent—

A group of little yellow minions in gray T-shirts.

Even more amusing was the heart-wrenching cheers and shouts of the fans that could be heard around.

A second ago, the bitter rivals were at each other’s throats, and now, magically in sync, they demonstrated the power of collaboration, teaming up for a prank.

“Nick!”

One call after another, each wave higher than the last.

Foles, a look of despair on his face.

In the pens of the media, Foles was a discarded, ostracized, and underrated former Kansas City Chiefs player, sharpening his knives and preparing to defeat his old team to prove himself.

But Foles thought differently.

He didn’t hate the Kansas City Chiefs; in fact, his year in Kansas City was filled with more pleasant memories than not, even if the players weren’t exactly friends, they weren’t enemies either.

At this moment, Foles was thrown alone into a pack of wolves, his gaze helplessly shifting across the players’ faces:

Kelsey, Houston, Smith, and so on, all were familiar faces; Li Wei, Mahomes, Hunter, and others were unfamiliar faces, yet they became ever so familiar from constantly studying game tapes.

Indeed, in four days, they would step onto the field, where they would engage in a fierce battle until only one victor remained.

But today, as they gathered together, it was to jointly celebrate the highest annual festivity across North America—a veritable carnival feast.

So—

Why not dance?

Foles closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and let his body feel the rhythm of the applause around him.

And indeed, Foles had a trick up his sleeve, launching into a breakdance that instantly turned the scene into a “Saturday Night Fever” performance stage.

Roars and cheers, incessant in the ears.

The scene, like a volcanic eruption.

When Ertz arrived at the scene, what he saw was exactly this sight, full of question marks: What is this, a devil’s tango?

Nick, if you’re kidnapped, just blink.

In fact, this scene caught the eyes of reporters, who captured the moment with their shutters, making it eternal, and subsequently triggering widespread online discussion.

This again proved that the Kansas City Chiefs and the Philadelphia Eagles had deep connections, and outside the field, the relationship between the players was much closer than imagined, reminiscent of the “Harbaugh Bowl” five years ago when the Baltimore Ravens and the San Francisco 49ers met in the Super Bowl in a similarly harmonious atmosphere.

Bustling, under the cheers of over twenty thousand fans lining the route, the players from the Kansas City Chiefs and the Philadelphia Eagles entered the U.S.

Bank Stadium together, returning to this already familiar and warmed-up venue, which was already unrecognizable—

The spacious and vast stadium interior had transformed into a large exhibition center; neat square stages were arranged in rows throughout the central area.

The throng of reporters, cameramen, photographers, and staff filled every gap in the area, moving between the different stages.

Thus, the exhibition center turned into a music festival venue.

Treating each stage as a mini platform, the more spectators gathered in front of a stage, the more popular it was; meanwhile, reporters and photographers could freely switch their positions at any time, hunting for better interview subjects and material.

It was all quite apparent.

Numbers don’t lie—who attracted the most attention, who was the focus of discussion, who was at the pinnacle of popularity, everything was plainly displayed in front of everyone.

It was real and brutal.

However, before the individual interviews began, the NFL had prepared an official segment for the teams’ appearances.

Each team sent out four players along with the head coach, making five members in total who took to the center stage for handshakes and greetings, heralding the opening of the Super Bowl, and they took a series of official promotional photos.

Once the group appearance segment concluded, the official Media Day truly began.

The players for the Philadelphia Eagles who appeared were Nick Foles, Zach Ertz, Fletcher Cox, and Nigel Bradham.

The players for the Kansas City Chiefs who appeared were Alex Smith, Li Wei, Justin Houston, and Darrelle Revis.

Both teams selected two offensive and two defensive players, an apt choice; the only exception might be Revis’s appearance—

After all, the player who had joined the Chiefs only in November could hardly be considered representative; his contentious demeanor throughout his career had also made Revis a figure of controversy in various teams, even during his time with the New England Patriots when he failed to win the trust of coaches.

Yet now?

Thinking it over, the only player among the eight who had played in a Super Bowl final was Revis, so Reed’s intentions probably weren’t surprising.

On social media, TV shows, and in the news media, the two teams were already at each other’s throats, as if they wanted to tear each other’s faces off.

But on the official Media Day, when the players appeared, they seemed to be in good spirits, and not just as a facade enforced by League pressures, especially since Li Wei and Foles were even sharing laughs together.

The reporters at the event were not surprised—

The Oriole had already informed everyone about what had happened just at the stadium gate.

Now, seeing this scene, the reporters could no longer contain themselves and were eager to ask their questions.

“…What exactly happened at the stadium gate just now?”

The entire place, bustling with eyes all converging on Foles and Li Wei, even coaches Reed and Pederson looked on curiously.

Li Wei, showing grace, made a gesture inviting Foles to speak, “Please, the protagonist should answer this.”@@novelbin@@

What was intended as a polite gesture turned into a humorous moment in Foles’ eyes, “Wow, are you passing the buck here?

You instigator.”

“Wow, I can’t believe it, has the truth been smeared just like that?”

Li Wei, with an innocent face, kindly reminded, “Nick, please be mindful of your word choice, okay?

Otherwise, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, and it wouldn’t be good to hurt innocents.”

Foles turned to look ahead, only to see the crowd’s eyes sparkling like stars, unable to defend himself with all mouths on him, and finally could only look up to the sky, “This works, too?”

Li Wei, with a considerate expression, explained, “Actually, Mr.

Nick Timberlake Foles just spoiled some of the halftime show for us.”

Foles, “Li Wei!

You!”

Unbelievably, Pederson, who had been enjoying the drama, actually added fuel to the fire, “Nick, I’d like to know too, why didn’t you spoil it for me?”

Foles cried.