Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 464: 463 The Only Superstar Chapter 464: 463 The Only Superstar Line up, enjoy the fruits; one for you, one for me; we are all good friends.

On stage, there was laughter and harmony, once again showcasing the camaraderie between the Philadelphia Eagles and the Kansas City Chiefs.

The atmosphere could not have been more jovial.

For the League, everything could not have been more perfect: enemies on the field, friends off the field.

This was the public relations image the League hoped to see.

However, for the reporters, this was somewhat disappointing.

Though they hadn’t expected the two sides to come to blows or hurl insults spectacularly—if that had happened, they would have welcomed it with open arms and legs—but there should have been at least some sparks, not like a sorority tea party where they sat complimenting each other while sipping tea with fingers crooked.

This!

Is!

So!

Boring!

Unfortunately, the League refused to give reporters a chance.

If anyone tried to spoil the mood, the hawk-eyed security would probably fork them out immediately, ensuring the official media day remained absolutely unblemished.

Until the end—

A question was thrown out.

The air grew slightly quiet.

The onsite security hesitated a bit, as such a question seemed not to be provocative; moreover, the reporter’s manner of asking wasn’t particularly sharp.

Between hesitations, the question quietly received tacit approval.

Shush, shush, shush.

The Kansas City Chiefs players all looked to the right, while the Philadelphia Eagles players glanced at each other, finally focusing all their attention on Pederson.

Naturally, it was up to the head coach to respond.

But unexpectedly, utterly without warning, a figure stood up.

“Philadelphia are the champions!”

It was Ertz.

Philadelphia Eagles tight end Zack Ertz displayed conviction and dominance as he boldly raised his hands, shouting at the top of his lungs, stirring up waves of reaction.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Below, Philadelphia reporters immediately applauded Ertz’s courage and cheered him on.

The atmosphere finally livened up.

Then.

Ertz didn’t wait for Pederson’s reaction, boldly turned his head to the left, and looked provocatively at Reed, openly challenging him.

Shush, shush, shush.

The entire audience’s gaze shifted, their hot, eager eyes filled with excitement, waiting for the drama to unfold.

What about Reed?

Reed’s expression did not change at all, still maintaining his usual demeanor, like a composed monk unfazed even if Mount Tai were crumbling in front of him.

It was at this moment.

A fist was raised, shockingly by Li Wei—

“Philadelphia are the champions.”

Li Wei said.

In the midst of the audience’s astonished and surprised stares, Li Wei clenched his fist tightly, his face serious as he repeated it once more.

“Philadelphia are the champions.”

This…

Why, does it feel, odd?

Clearly, Ertz thought the same, sizing up Li Wei with a constipated expression, unsure whether he should be angry.

The air, slightly stirred up, until a reporter could no longer hold back and broke the silence.

“Li Wei, don’t you believe the Kansas City Chiefs can win the championship?”

In that instant, one could clearly feel the air aggressively whipping around, the hot, bustling stares like a torrential summer rain pouring down on Li Wei, the surface of his skin felt blisteringly hot.

Don’t mention Li Wei anymore, Pederson and his team could also feel the change in the atmosphere—

The level was obviously different.

When facing Li Wei versus facing others, the caution level of the reporters on site was not the same, almost as if they could feel cruise missiles readying themselves.

Houston couldn’t stand it, sat up straight, and was just about to scold the reporters when he was half a step too slow.

Li Wei had already taken the lead.

This rookie, with a calm face and a serene expression, faced the reporters and even had a slight smile on his lips.

“No, I don’t have confidence.

But we will win.”

This…

Here it came again.

That classic response, making a reappearance.

But this time, reporters did not let Li Wei slide, “What does that mean?

It contradicts itself, this doesn’t make sense.”

Li Wei still kept his smile, shrugged lightly, “Sorry, my English isn’t good enough.”

Reporter: …

Eye roll!

Please, they didn’t mean it that way, alright?

Now it was easy to imagine that the majority of netizens might criticize the reporters, “racism”, “disdain for Li Wei’s language abilities”, “reporters joining hands to attack an Asian player.”

Not good, this is bad, the image of reporters plummeted instantly.

However, Li Wei didn’t give the reporters any space to explain, flashing a big smile again.

“It means exactly what it says.”

“Philadelphia is the champion.

We have no confidence.

But we will win.”

The words were simple, the gaze clear.

But the problem was precisely here, despite Li Wei’s clear eyes, there was a hint of madness.

Pfft.

Someone in the audience was the first to lose it, seeing a group of reporters looking deflated in front of Li Wei, they couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a burst of laughter.

Then, the laughter could no longer be controlled and spread far and wide.

Not just the reporters, Foles also started chuckling, and even Pederson had a smile on his face.

Pederson stopped paying attention to the reporters, stood up actively, and gave Li Wei a hug, nullifying the reporters’ attempts to stir up more trouble.

The two teams ended the group interview on their own terms, leaving Ertz hanging there with a championship statement stuck in his throat—

To shout or not to shout,

Finally, a reporter noticed that when Ertz left the group interview stage, his face was full of gloom, emitting an aura of ‘stay away’.

However, after a short break and adjustment, when Ertz appeared again in front of his own podium to face the interviews, his smile had returned.

Regarding the incident just now, Ertz stated that he was just focused on the game and the victory, “This is the Super Bowl, I’m ready to give it my all.”

However.

When Li Wei made his appearance, the entire arena was abuzz, visibly, the crowd at U.S.

Bank Stadium converged from all directions toward one place, encircling Li Wei with three layers inside and three layers outside, and Ertz’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch uncontrollably.

Not just Asian reporters but reporters from almost all over the world gathered around Li Wei without exception.

The funniest part was the Neon reporter who had been waiting by Li Wei’s podium early.

Due to being short, he was squeezed out by the crowded mass, standing there with a full head of question marks and a look of utter despair, completely baffled as to how he turned into an outsider.@@novelbin@@

Typically, having thirty reporters around a podium is already quite a crowd; but at that moment, around Li Wei there were at least a hundred reporters, and not just a hundred, but at a rough glance, no fewer than two hundred, and the air continued to get hotter and more boiling.

The only one in the entire field.

Indeed, whether it’s the Philadelphia Eagles or the Kansas City Chiefs, neither team has top-level superstars, even “Island King” Revis can hardly be considered top of the league, and even the two head coaches accumulate more star power, overshadowing the players in terms of topicality and appeal.

However, precisely because of this, Li Wei triumphed.

Unmatched.

Supreme.

Li Wei thus became the sole superstar of the 52nd Super Bowl effortlessly capturing all the spotlight, and he didn’t even need the league’s push, as the overwhelming heat wave had already ignited Minneapolis.