Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1663 - 1662: Singing at the Top of One’s Lungs

Chapter 1663: Chapter 1662: Singing at the Top of One’s Lungs

Life is not just about breathing and heartbeat, and living is not just about food, clothing, shelter, and death—

Of course, these are extremely important as they are the foundation of everything; but life should not only have these. In the long yet fleeting river of life, there are also brilliant colors, dazzling light, scorching heat, profound weight, and unrestrained release, like fireworks.

Those principles, Carter once thought were just superficial platitudes; a facade, a fairy tale, a fantastical dream living in a Disney movie. He had heard Felix describe such marvelous and magical scenes more than once but had always struggled to paint them in his mind.

Until now.

Right in front of him, when Carter sang with abandon, out of tune, to "You’ll Never Walk Alone," courageously exposing his flaws and weaknesses in broad daylight, it was all just to release the enthusiasm from deep within his soul and boldly show himself.

For the first time, Carter felt the warmth of his own life.

That feeling was like... it was like only until this moment did he truly feel the pulse and rhythm of life for the first time, sensing the burning and blooming of his soul beyond just breathing and heartbeat, realizing that life is far more than mere survival; everything began to change.

Courage spread wildly and grew uncontrollably, and Carter’s voice became slightly louder and firmer.

"At the end of the storm, there’s a golden sky and the sweet, silver song of the Oriole."

The slightly trembling and consistently off-key singing hovered above the quiet street, breaking the silence and disturbing other residents.

But those responses weren’t what Carter hoped to see—

"Shut up! It’s terrible!"

"Do you know you’re out of tune? Damn it!"

"Oh God, your rhythm and pitch are way off in the Atlantic Ocean."

"Quiet!"

"Are you crazy?"

Grumbling, chattering voices scattered chaotically, leaving behind a residue of annoyance and frustration in the air.

Clearly, today wasn’t the best time for a "party."

From the apartment building came some schadenfreude and jeering laughter.

"Hahaha, every note off pitch and out of rhythm is also a skill."

"God, this is completely another song, right? Haha, hahaha, too funny."

"Hey man, want to try your luck on ’American Idol’? You could be the champion."

Teasing, taunting, laughing and cursing, it was quite lively.

Each one being bored and enveloped in the pain and torment of losing, trying to vent their mixed emotions, with more fervor than usual.

This was basically a public execution, with Carter standing under the spotlight, attracting all the firepower.

However, Carter didn’t give up.

So this is the pressure the professor has been enduring all along, taking it all upon himself, absorbing all the pressure and attacks single-handedly, giving the team and players space to adjust, and allowing the locker room to focus and get back on track, preparing for the next match and challenge.

Carter found it unimaginable because what the team and players were facing was countless times more severe than what he saw, and that’s been the professor’s way all the time.

If he couldn’t even take this minor attack, how could he stand alongside the team through storm and stress?

Now it’s their turn; they should share the attacks and pressure for the professor and the team. They should stand up and be the team’s protectors.

If not now, then when?

Instead of being frustrated, Carter sang louder. His slightly trembling voice seemed ready to vanish at any moment but instead revealed a forward-moving resilience, determinedly singing amidst all the mocking and ridicule.

"Onward, through the wind; onward, through the storm.

Perhaps, our dreams will be in vain.

Onward, onward! With hope in your heart, you’ll never walk alone!"

Phrase by phrase, precariously tottering but steadfastly pressing on, conveying a scorching power from the inside out.

The melody, gentle and sorrowful, was neither stirring nor passionate; yet precisely because of that, it erupted with resilience, holding true amidst the storms, being self-directed and forward-moving. From the unfolding situation in front of him to the pandemonium happening on social media, and extending to the impact from today’s match, a myriad of chaotic thoughts surged and spread in his mind like wildfire.

No exceptions.

Kansas City, a city battered and burdened, had been through long-term economic stagnation and endless darkness, but finally, under the leadership of the Kansas City Chiefs, a glimmer of hope was sparked. After the triple championships, the city barely began to recover and gradually return to normal, only to be hit again, with its bustling vitality temporarily asleep. Countless eyes, desperate and urgent, once again looked toward the team.

This moment. Right now. The predicament and hardships this city is going through are well understood by the residents.

Precisely because of this, the existence of the Kansas City Chiefs became extraordinary.

Various tastes linger on the tip of the tongue, and sudden waves of emotion surged inside.

Anderson’s mind again recalled the day Li Wei arrived in Kansas City, unexpectedly appearing at the Old Oak Tavern. He often reminisced about that day.

Everything started changing from that moment; Li Wei never abandoned them, not only fulfilling his promise but also creating an unimaginable dream for them. And they’ve always been by his side through winds and rains, facing difficulties, overcoming obstacles, and meeting all challenges.

Now, it was the same.

The Old Oak Tavern temporarily shut its doors. Anderson didn’t know when it could reopen, and no one had the answer. He was worried not just about his livelihood but also about Kansas City Chiefs’ fans losing their haven. Without the Old Oak Tavern as a gathering place, fans might lose themselves.

Everything was uncertain.

Perhaps not "everything." Among all the uncertainties, some things remained certain, and Anderson wanted to hold onto those certainties tightly.

So...

Anderson never sang, because he was too ashamed to express himself before others, even worrying about tarnishing his image as a tavern owner.

But today, Anderson wanted to make an exception.

Perhaps that’s his only power; only by raising his voice can he awaken that inner energy.

From Annie Galas to Felix Gray and the challenges and setbacks now, they are who they are, and the Kansas City Chiefs are always fighting.

Standing tall, let’s welcome the storm fiercer than ever.

"Onward, through the wind; onward, through the storm."

Anderson closed his eyes tightly and sang loudly. Rather than singing, it was more like poetry recitation. The suffering and pain could be heard even without eyes.

But Anderson didn’t give up; he kept shouting.

Gradually, bit by bit, Anderson seemed to hear other responses coming from the street, neither mockery nor attack but faint singing.

Those voices, little by little, infused courage and warmth into Anderson’s heart. He finally opened his eyes and saw those faces.