Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 391 390 hyenas

Reporters surrounded Li Wei in layers, three deep both inside and out.

Meanwhile, the media crowded Brady's press room, bustling and busy.

"Tom, do you think you lost the game to Li Wei?"

The opening question was a direct hit, and Brady's veins, still not fully calmed, swelled again, his smile nearly slipping.

"Indeed, we lost the game, and Li Wei indeed performed exceptionally; but we lost to the Kansas City Chiefs led by Andy Reid, a team that performed even better and won the game."

Word by word, Brady almost gritted his teeth as he finished these words.

Reporter, very good—

"Brady: I lost the game, Li Wei was indeed outstanding."

The headline was born.

But it wasn't enough, nowhere near enough; the reporters continued their relentless pursuit.

"However, the greatest contributor to the Kansas City Chiefs' Wanfu Mary was Li Wei, who first helped the team enter Smith's passing range through ground rushing, and then overcame McCourty and the Chung Family with a one-handed catch, almost single-handedly turning the game around."

Before he even finished speaking, an increasingly angry Brady couldn't help interrupting.

"We had the chance to end the game on our own terms, but our offensive group's performance in the final moments obviously did not meet expectations."

"Tom, are you blaming the offensive line for the loss?"

Brady: ...

These reporters are like hyenas, a little hint of blood is all it takes to drive them wild.

"I think the offensive line indeed needs to reflect, and so does our receiving group, why couldn't they catch that long pass that was already in place?"

Gronkowski: ??? Brother, are you going to directly name me?

The reporter pressed, "Do you think you didn't lose to Li Wei, but to yourselves?"

Brady was momentarily speechless, glaring fiercely at the reporter, almost on the verge of spitting blood, using all his effort to control the urge to storm out and preserve his dignity.

Although Brady controlled himself and didn't lose his composure in the end, after a whole press conference, he was nearly driven mad—

The entire Patriots' locker room could feel the crisis:

Fortunately, as the season was about to end, they could be liberated after enduring tonight.

Li Wei. Li Wei. Always Li Wei.

Even though throughout the season, the rookie sensation Li Wei had been the focal point of conversation; yet, the media frenzy this time was far beyond expectation.

Behind a string of records set by the Kansas City Chiefs, and behind the victory that spectacularly overcame the New England Patriots, Li Wei once again became the focus—

"That catch," powerfully broke into the mainstream, so much so that even those uninterested in football couldn't miss this spectacle on their social network timelines.

Simultaneously and thoroughly, it was a time of celebration.

According to statistics, the "New England Patriots vs Kansas City Chiefs" wildcard game on CBS had over thirty million viewers, setting the highest viewership record for the 2017 season.

And on Penguin Sports, it made history, with online viewership breaking one hundred million, demonstrating the potential of the Hua Xia market with overwhelming force.

Unbelievable!

Even seeing the statistics skyrocket to the real-time trending lists in seconds was still hard to believe, the Super Bowl effect seemed to have arrived early.

Gillette Stadium, home team locker room.

Gronkowski watched with a smile as Brady entered the shower, then turned around, his smile fading as he started clapping to gather attention.

"Guys, guys!"

"In the next hour, remember our plan, 'Stop Tom from seeing any phones,' we can't let him see the media reports."

"Brandon, are you crazy? Hurry up and stash your phone in the locker, stop, none of you should be scrolling your phones either, stop torturing yourselves."

Gronkowski's face was tense, Van Noy was also furious, frustrations from the second half defense failures were boiling over, ready to vent, but he didn't notice Gronkowski, and just ranted back.

"Can you stop it? The entire social network is plastered with it."

Gronkowski had no time to be mad at Van Noy, "I've just drained Tom's phone battery completely..."

Swish, swish, swish.

All eyes turned toward him.

Gronkowski shook his head, "Don't ask, I was just playing a big game and died a few times, Apple batteries really can't take it."

Everyone nodded in understanding.

"So, take good care of your phones, take good care of your chargers, if he can't see, if he doesn't find out, our vacation can start sooner."

"As long as he doesn't find out until after he gets back, tonight will have passed smoothly, and Gisele will take care of calming him down."

"But if it gets exposed here, you know what I mean..."

Gronkowski ran his right hand flat across his throat, then tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, one action said it all.

Everyone nodded, all wearing a look of relieved panic.

Then—

"Here he comes..."

Amid rustling noises, Brady made his entrance.

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Despite having showered, Brady still couldn't control his irritability and anger, his 'stay away' expression made everyone around him back off, like a tyrannosaurus patrolling its territory, everyone held their breath.

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Brady didn't notice the change in the locker room atmosphere, fully immersed in his own thoughts, he walked straight to the locker and took out his phone.

In the past, after a game ended, one often had to wait a night, the next day, or even the third day to read the newspapers to see the news.

Now, by turning on his phone, he could see the reactions of media all around the world immediately, without even needing to go out and buy a newspaper, everything was in his phone.

Wait, the phone is dead?

Brady pressed and flipped, left and right, but he couldn't turn on his phone.

Without looking up, "Rob, where is your phone?"

Gronkowski deliberately turned his back on Brady, "Wait, let me find it."

Rustling through his belongings, "Oh, no charge? What about your phone?"

Gronkowski clenched his fist secretly: Very good, very natural, he thought he could try Hollywood like Dwayne Johnson after he retired.

Brady grunted, "My phone's out of battery."

Turning around, Brady looked to the other side, "Jimmy?"

Being half a beat too slow to react, the team's backup quarterback, Jimmy Garoppolo, had been traded to the San Francisco 49ers at the end of October in exchange for a second-round draft pick next season, and the current backup quarterback was the veteran journeyman, Brian Hoyer.

"Brian, don't tell me your phone is out of battery too?"

Gronkowski's heart clenched tight: Uh-oh!

Hoyer, who joined midway, didn't know about Brady's fearsome reputation and wasn't familiar with them, what if Hoyer didn't cooperate?

Just as it seemed their plan would fail, Hoyer naturally checked his phone, "Right, no charge here either."

He mulled over and mumbled a guess, "I guess it's too cold tonight in Foxborough, maybe all Apple phones just shut down automatically."

That was a close call!

Gronkowski let out a long breath, "Yeah, these phone batteries are terrible, they just shut down automatically when it gets cold, haha, hahaha."

He laughed dryly twice, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing that Brady didn't continue to question anyone else, everyone else in the locker room breathed a sigh of relief, they certainly didn't want extra practice before their vacation.

They didn't expect, however, that the locker room assistant responsible for collecting towels and jerseys was making his entrance, pushing in a big blue bin, while using his phone.

Gronkowski: ...Crap!

Brady spotted it immediately, "Scott, are you scrolling through Twitter? Let me see."