Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1664 - 1663: Circling in the Sky

"Move forward, through the storm; move forward, through the rain."

Quietly and focused, Carter sang with all his heart.

It wasn’t just singing; Carter carefully felt the melody and earnestly understood the lyrics. He once couldn’t comprehend, even mocked those foolish and naive dreamers. He fancied himself a realist, someone who could see through everything, predicting the future from a superior standpoint, refusing to expose his weaknesses.

As long as he didn’t believe in dreams, hope wouldn’t shatter.

As long as he didn’t give his true feelings, emotions wouldn’t be hurt.

But clearly, Carter finally understood that if you don’t give, you never receive; if you do not believe, you can never solidify your faith.

Only by bravely facing setbacks and embracing pain can one truly see the rainbow after the storm. At the world’s end, one might find a land of dreams where flowers bloom, birds sing, clear streams flow, and sunshine is bright. There, hope flourishes, life blossoms, and one feels true happiness and joy.

Only now, after truly experiencing failure, did Carter finally understand Felix.

His eyes slightly reddened, moist.

Yet the smile on Carter’s lips blossomed as he sang his heart out.

Then, a resonance echoed in the streets, lightly vibrating little by little.

The jeering, the mockery, the noise gradually settled down, replaced by soft humming, instinctively harmonizing. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

First, one person, then another joined in, converging and colliding.

Someone in the apartment building couldn’t believe the scene before them, "Hell, are you guys crazy? Playing that ’Dead Poets Society’ kind of thing here?"

But sadly, no one paid attention.

No one cared about the sarcasm or attacks, not even bothering to respond, just dedicating themselves to continue singing, transforming the bitterness and sadness, anger and repression from deep within into musical notes, singing them out loud, silently coalescing into a resilient strength.

"Oh, God, you’re all crazy," that voice fell into despair, ultimately unable to control itself, grasping their heads, and turning away.

In the apartment building and on the streets, faint laughter flowed.

No words of conversation were needed, merely a collision of glances, joy and happiness naturally burst forth. Yet still, no one opened their mouth to jest or refute; instead, someone raised their voice to sing their heart out, truly releasing their voice, wantonly blooming and displaying, as if it were some kind of concert.

If not, then it’s a music festival, a full chorus from the audience.

Those responses surged from all directions, echoing Carter, echoing Anderson, spreading slowly from them as the focal point, into the streets and alleys.

Originally, people were slumped on sofas, standing dazed in kitchens, lying in bed feeling utterly disenchanted, clutching phones in a rage conversing with friends, sitting in front of computers, and engaging in mortal combat with trolls on social networks, immersed in negative emotions, lost.

A chaotic, noisy low pressure permeated the atmosphere above Kansas City, seemingly brewing a storm.

And now, that slightly disordered, not very standard singing slowly gathered, echoes and echoes collided in spaces on different streets of different communities. But precisely this seemingly chaotic noise filtered through windows into millions of homes, awakening souls immersed in their emotions.

They roused themselves, opened windows, stood on balconies, and gazed outward.

Those lights, one by one, ignited, spreading massively like a prairie fire. The myriad lights shone like stars in the sky, wantonly blooming, even dimming the overwhelming sunset. People on their balconies exchanged glances, peering around trying to understand what was going on.

Alas, there were no answers—

But was the answer really that important? Not at all.

No answers were needed. Watching the singing spreading and fully dispersing, watching neighbors letting go and joining the chorus of revelry, the correct way to open has already been laid out before them. One by one, shy or confident, passionate or moved, they sang their hearts out, and that was enough.

Quietly, quietly, Carter watched this scene before him, his heart surging, his blood boiling.

Unconsciously, Carter thought of Felix.

Felix struggled to stand in the Arrowhead Stadium’s stands. Though they attempted to help, Felix refused assistance, relying on his own strength to trembleingly stand, watching the whole crowd’s vibrant red sea. No special gestures or postures, he just stood there.

Carter, confused and asking, "Felix?"

Felix said, "Shh." He urged him to be quiet.

Carter was utterly puzzled, trying to listen, but heard nothing but noise and clamor.

Felix said, "You know, we once sang ’You’ll Never Walk Alone’ here all together, and it was all for Annie, the magical Annie."

"That was the most amazing, happiest experience of my life. Countless souls embraced tightly, sharing the same heartbeat and emotion."

"Do you believe that, as long as the Kansas City Chiefs are still running and fighting here, that singing will forever resonate above Arrowhead Stadium?"

Now, Carter believed it.

It turned out dreams and hope truly exist; that sticking together, fighting side by side, genuinely creates bonds; that facing failure and setbacks isn’t as terrifying as imagined; that scars and setbacks really can strengthen the soul.

It turned out...

The melody of "You’ll Never Walk Alone" truly engrained itself in the bricks and stones of Arrowhead Stadium, and Annie Galas and Felix Gray have never truly left.

Freely, loudly, with tears welling up, Carter sang with all his might, even evolving into a shout, venting all the energy from the depths of his soul.

This moment, these are the most beautiful and moving moments of competitive sports, even more touching than the night the Kansas City Chiefs achieved their three-peat triumph.

Not because victory and championship aren’t important, but because he believes they will rise again after falling and conquer difficulties together charging toward the future.

At this moment, Carter truly understood the meaning of those lyrics; it was never about victory, singing aloud again and again.

"Move forward, through the storm; move forward, through the rain.

Perhaps, dreams will eventually be let down.

Move forward, move forward! With hope in your heart, you’ll never walk alone."

The melody entwined with the singing, sounds releasing notes, converging from every direction, every corner.

One person, two people, one street, two streets, one community, two communities... a spark of flame gradually illuminated, enlivened singing slowly gathered.

Finally, it evolved into a wave, covering all of Kansas City.

Spectacular.

Li Wei was driving home; Mahomes, Kelsey, Hill, they were all in the car —

According to the original plan, they should have each gone back to their own homes, but clearly, no one would be sleeping tonight, they needed something to do.

So, one by one, they agreed to head to Li Wei’s home to watch the game recordings overnight. After all, Li Wei’s place had long been their fixed base.

Chattering away, the front seat and back row were teasing and attacking each other. Li Wei had always left them be, but now caught a faint sound.

"Wait, quiet."

Li Wei raised his voice, listening to the noises coming from outside the window.