Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 466: Hot and Spicy Chapter 466: Hot and Spicy Chris Provos?

A name was thrown out, and in an instant, one could feel the rustling eyes around them gathering, one by one they couldn’t help but start rubbing their hands in anticipation.

It was clear to see, Provos hadn’t made himself scarce of enemies among the fans this year.

West stared blankly with a speechless expression.

“That’s all the guts you have, taking your anger out on Chris.

If you’re so brave, why don’t you go to a Philadelphia bar and have a three hundred round battle with Hawks fans?”

With that remark thrown into the mix, other fans also chimed in to jeer and complain.

The fan in question was slightly embarrassed, but he didn’t back down in his speech, “The whole season, he was just there humming and hawing, babbling that we weren’t good enough, constantly pouring cold water on us, and now that we’ve made it to the Super Bowl, aren’t we allowed to criticize him?”

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

From the reaction of the fans, it was evident that these words resonated with the crowd.

West had no comeback.

“I know.

He knows too.”

“Chris’s mouth, that temper, worse than a rock in a cesspit, obviously, he knows he’s offended everyone this year, so he’s ready to atone.”

“Atone?”

“Could it be treating us to drinks?”

“One bottle of beer, I’m in.”

“Go away, Chris can barely pay his apartment rent, where would he get extra cash to treat anyone.”@@novelbin@@

“So what’s he going to do, perform ‘Sexy’s Back’ standing on the bar?”

“Ha!”

A wave of laughter.

West didn’t hold back any longer.

“Chris has headed north.”

The entire place was stunned into silence.

“Chris has gone to Minneapolis, to the U.S.

Bank Stadium to support the team.”

Wow!

The entire Old Oak Tavern was nearly about to explode.

…

“Take me home, country roads; Country roads, take me home.

Back to the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain mama.”

The music from the car radio, melodious and moving, swirled and slipped through the scenes flying backwards outside the window, the turbulent Mississippi River stirred emotions like surging waves, and the mountains at the edge of the horizon were dressed in a layer of pure white snow, as if Elsa was entering winter itself.

Involuntarily, Provos also began to hum softly along.

This was his first trip to Minneapolis, but magically, he felt as though he was going home.

Perhaps it all started as a whim—

Provos knew his foolishness; the whole season he had been denying, resisting, stubbornly on the contrary, acting like an idiot.

And now, with the team advancing to the Super Bowl, he was like a clown; he couldn’t casually cheer for the team or pretend that he’d always believed in them—it was beyond him.

So, he chose to go to Minneapolis.

To support the team with real action, it wasn’t just atonement, but also a commitment, physically standing by the team, fighting together.

This time, regardless of victory or defeat, regardless of the outcome, he wouldn’t turn his back on the Chieftain; he would stand tall and face the battle alongside the team until the last moment.

He would do as he said.

Maybe some would ask, what about the ticket?

The expenses?

No matter, Provos had it all figured out.

For food and lodging, he planned to take care of it in his car, just finding a free parking spot or sleeping rough for a night would do; as for food, chips, cola, burgers, and other junk food were cheap enough, and he wouldn’t starve—he only needed to worry about the gas money for nine hours of driving, which he had started saving two weeks prior.

Wait, the ticket?

Who says you need a ticket to watch the Super Bowl?

At the stadium entrance, tens of thousands of fans who couldn’t snatch up tickets gathered on the open ground, watching the game on the big screens—

for free.

After all, Provo had it all planned out; he just wanted to be there, win or lose, and face it all with the Kansas City Chiefs.

And now, having come this far, a spur-of-the-moment impulse was turning into a conviction, growing steadier, more joyous, and more excited.

Because he knew it was the right choice.

He had never been so certain all season long.

And.

By the time Provo reached U.S.

Bank Stadium, that conviction reached its peak—

an overwhelming, dense, surging crowd filled every nook and cranny within sight.

If that was all there was to it, it wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary.

The capacity of U.S.

Bank Stadium and Arrowhead Stadium were on the same level, and Provo had seen just as many as a hundred thousand people gather on a game day at the Chiefs’ home games; he wasn’t new to the scene.

The real difference lay not in the numbers, but in a carnival-like atmosphere.

Faces brimmed with happiness and excitement, figures radiated fervor and exhilaration.

Whether they were Philadelphia Eagles or Kansas City Chiefs fans, or lovers of the Minnesota Vikings or some other team, every fan who arrived at the scene joined in the revelry unrestrainedly.

The smiling faces, the cheers, the movements—they all collided and ignited the air, turning into a multicolored heatwave that spread under Minneapolis’s clear skies.

Being in the midst of it all one could feel that pure and simple bliss.

“Go, Hawks, go!”

“Chieftains, fight!”

“Aaahh!”

All sorts of cheers and waves twisted through the view like streams.

Red, blue, white, and other vibrant colors flourished side by side.

Waves clashed and spurred each other on, and the thunderous noise kept exploding, making one want to dance without needing any words.

It was overwhelming!

Dazzling!

Provo was completely astonished.

It wasn’t until this moment that he fully understood what a carnival feast was.

“Oh, sorry.”

Provo, momentarily distracted, accidentally bumped into someone and quickly turned around to apologize, only to see an Asian couple who seemed a bit nervous and repeatedly waved it off as no big deal.

Provo was taken aback and immediately noticed the jerseys the couple were wearing—

Red number twenty-three.

“Rookie!”

Provo’s eyes sparkled as he gestured to the red number twenty-three jersey he was wearing and the next second was high-fiving the Asian couple in celebration.

The Asian couple was a bit reserved, but smiles of bashful happiness still spread across their faces.

The next second, the surrounding fans caught their exchange and immediately joined in shouting—

“Edgerunner.”

This phrase acted as a signal, and the surrounding fans merged into one robust wave, spontaneously bursting into song without warning.

“He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere.

He is the Edgerunner, Li Wei, Li Wei, Li Wei!”

Once, then again, and yet again.

The air, started to burn.

Li Yi was still not used to it, he couldn’t believe what was unfolding before his eyes, full of question marks looking at Jiang Yin, wondering how all this happened?

Jiang Yin was just as baffled.

They had accidentally bumped into someone a moment ago; one second they were apologizing, and the next there was a full-blown singalong?

But, the feeling didn’t seem too bad.

Next to them, Perry had already set the standard, raising his hands high to join the chorus, and the deafening cheer detonated the first wave of frenzy at U.S.

Bank Stadium.

Whether it was Li Yi or Jiang Yin, it was their first time attending a game on-site, and the first time they personally felt the momentum of Li Wei—

The heatwave rolled.

Everything was all because of Li Wei.