Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 634

Chapter 634: 633 Spontaneous Action Chapter 634: 633 Spontaneous Action “Foxborough Resident: ‘That moment, I really thought he would kill me.'”

“Gillette Stadium Survivor: Football isn’t a violent sport, please get out those who tarnish it with their disgraceful actions.”

“It’s all lies—Li Wei finally tears off his hypocritical mask.”

“After losing the game, impotently enraged, taking it out on the fans?”

“When an NFL player swings his fist at a fan…”

“Clearly, this is not the first time, Li Wei, who comes from a mixed martial arts background, almost killed an opponent on the field once, indicating a dangerous tendency for violence.”

“The bloodless riot at Gillette Stadium—the NFL’s night of shame.”

“I saw through him long ago, an angel’s skin with a devil’s soul, it’s all a pretense.”

“Super Bowl MVP threatens fan’s life—could this be the true face of the League’s future frontman?”

Boom, boom boom boom!

Resounding and intense, it quickly spread across the entire social network.

This, once again, proved that fame comes with trouble.

Originally, Li Wei was already in the eye of the storm; but he had never given away any weaknesses, instead, he countered time and again with his on-field performance, to the point that his haters had no choice but to sulk and curse in the dark corners.

Now!

Finally!

The haters hiding in the shadows, like rats running out from the sewers, were now rampant on the internet, unabashedly showing their malice.

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The above is just the tip of the iceberg.

Even dirtier, uglier, and more frightening words started breeding on social media, like mold, devouring and corroding the public’s view, forming a dark force that lashed out at Li Wei.

The situation was getting out of control—

Everything, as the New England Patriots had expected, saw them taking an early advantage in the PR battle, experienced as they were in withstanding many storms.

When night fell and NFL officials, Kansas City Chiefs management were lost in dreams, the topic spread sleeplessly through the night on social media, growing more intense, with the immediacy of the digital age pushing the discourse to its limit, rapidly turning the public debate into ruins.

Like scorched earth.

By the time dawn broke through the night to welcome the morning light, the storm had already formed.

Bustling and overwhelmingly, it reached out its claws towards Li Wei.

The crisis was quietly approaching.

So, what about the person in question?

Step, step—

Steady, even footsteps broke the serenity of the morning, crossing the streets of Kansas City, in the refreshing season of autumn, the horizon touched by a hint of purple-blue glow, burning brightly and captivatingly, making the whole world seem open and peaceful, the steps of the morning run lightening up.

Li Wei was out for a morning run.

He should have been the rat that everyone despises, cowering in the dark corners; yet unexpectedly, like someone with no cares in the world, he was out in the open under the sunlight.

Without a hint of a victim’s awareness.

Social network?

He hadn’t paid attention, nor did he plan to.

Because Li Wei knew social media was nothing but a huge, empty bubble.

Whether it was praise or attacks, it’s all a bubble that would pop at the slightest touch.

A hot topic can’t even last three hours before it becomes old news, leaving behind only endless emptiness.

If one were to pay attention at all times, the only result would be getting swept into it, becoming more and more anxious, more and more irritable, unable to concentrate on training and games.

For a professional player, the game is the only thing that matters.

Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s completely oblivious to outside matters, shutting everything out.

He leaves professional matters to the professionals.

If necessary, Donald Yee would update him in a timely manner; but if not, it meant there was no need to worry, just focus on daily training and games.

Therefore.

Early in the morning, Li Wei still started with warm-up exercises as per his routine.

Compared to the tumultuous uproar on social media, the real world remains calm; but the act of literally taking steps on the ground, feeling the breeze, feeling the gentle warmth of the morning sun on his skin is much more tangible.

Li Wei was reclaiming his focus.

Last game’s issues were left in the past, he should not be defeated by a single game; on the contrary, he should convert the defeat and bitterness of the last game into motivation, then concentrate on the next one—

Professional matches, week after week, whether in victory or defeat, the games don’t stop, and they have to learn to look forward.

Otherwise?

The terrible nightmare of six straight wins followed by six straight losses last season—no one wants to experience that again.

Compared to those inconsequential online denunciations, the next game is worth the time and effort.

Until—

At the entrance to the training base, from a distance, one could see a dense crowd.

Li Wei’s attention drifted back somewhat, and he couldn’t help but show a hint of surprise.

His first thought was: the media.

It must be because of the little episode after yesterday’s game at Gillette Stadium, some waking up early in the morning to besiege for news, probably with their eyes still not fully open.

But after serious thought, something seemed off.

The number of people, somewhat exaggerated.

At a rough glance, if not eight hundred, there had to be at least five hundred.

The scale, unprecedented.

Li Wei tried to awaken his memory:

Aside from the Super Bowl victory parade day, when had he ever seen such a scale of media presence?

It was a little bit frightening.

In the midst of surging thoughts, Li Wei continued to move forward, his pace steady and unhurried, drawing closer to the training base.

Nearer.

Even nearer.

Then, a small group at the very front of the crowd also noticed Li Wei.

“Rookie…”

“Rookie!”

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Scatteringly, progressively, more and more people turned their heads, noticed Li Wei appearing before their eyes, and began to cheer.

The scene was like the finishing line of the Olympic marathon finals—

The once-stagnant crowd came to life upon seeing the first runner appear, regardless of liking or recognition, unable to contain themselves, the crowd instantly boiled over with waving and cheering, the stadium near the finish line finally waking from its slumber.

And then.

The calling and shouting grandly merged together, twisting into a single force.

“Rookie!”

“Rookie!”

“Rookie!”

This scene, clearly contrary to expectation, caught Li Wei completely off guard, and he stopped in his tracks, confusedly scanning the entire place, trying to assess the situation.

Right in front, the thronging crowd gathered at the entrance of the training base scrambled, lifting the cardboard in their hands high.

Each cardboard with a single letter, arranged in order.

There was a slight mishap, the letters linked together still didn’t seem quite right.

Others, seeing the smile on Li Wei’s lips, followed his gaze and spotted the discrepancy, quickly calling out to correct it, “No, wrong.

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You’re in the wrong places.”

After hurried adjustment, those hasty white cardboards marked with markers finally found their place, forming a sentence.

“Rookie, you will never walk alone!”

The sentence finally made sense, then everyone looked to Li Wei, and began to sing aloud, one line after another.

“He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere, he is the Edgerunner, Li Wei Li Wei Li Wei!”

Once, and again.

The harmonious, enthusiastic singing echoed through the splendid warm sunlight of the early morning.