Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 505

Chapter 505: 504 Treat all equally Chapter 505: 504 Treat all equally The Super Bowl, as the most solemn and grand event on the North American continent once a year, has considerable influence, and every move can spark discussion.

LeBron James and Stephen Curry, two leading men of the League, both appeared at U.S.

Bank Stadium supporting different teams, which alone was enough to keep the media and netizens buzzing for a while.

Clearly, what Curry was worried about wasn’t just the media criticizing him for not focusing on his profession.

Li Wei wore a candid expression, pretending to know nothing and quickly disassociated himself, “Wow, Stephen, what brings you here?

I’m truly honored, welcome, welcome.”

Acting completely unaware of why Curry was at the venue to watch the game tonight.

Curry looked at Li Wei, momentarily at a loss for words, “Wow,” and then gave Li Wei another once-over, “Wow, I had no idea this is what you were like, Li Wei.”

Li Wei laughed heartily, “No worries, just treat those words like a fart; as long as you guys can win the game, there’s no problem.

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I’ll be at Oracle Arena cheering for you during the Finals.”

The Finals?

Curry tried to keep his composure, but a smile still crept onto his lips, “That certain, huh?

You believe we’ll definitely make it to the Finals?

How about this, we’re playing at home against the Thunder the day after tomorrow, you should come.”

Li Wei looked surprised, “Thunder?

You need to deploy me as a lucky charm for a game against them?”

“Haha,” Curry burst into laughter, “Hahaha.

So is it a lucky charm or a heavy hitter?”

Li Wei shook his head lightly, “That’s what you don’t understand.

The killer in the ghost mask in ‘Scream’ isn’t scary; Paddington Bear with a shotgun going on a rampage in hell, that’s true terror.”

“Hahaha,” Curry couldn’t stop laughing and could only give Li Wei a thumbs up.

Unfortunately, their conversation couldn’t last too long.

One after another, people came to congratulate the Kansas City Chiefs on their victory and Li Wei for winning the Super Bowl MVP, overwhelming him with no time to even catch his breath, let alone Goodell, who personally made an appearance to privately congratulate Li Wei and discuss the upcoming season.

Bang!

The moment Li Wei pushed the door and entered the locker room, champagne was popped and shot at him like a fire hose, followed by a bucket of Gatorade dumped over his head, completely drenching him.

Because the Gatorade contained ice, Li Wei’s jersey was filled with ice cubes, causing him to curl up as chills crept under his skin.

Kelsey was about to cheer, but he only got halfway when he saw the pitiful bandage on Li Wei’s forehead falling off, like a candle in the wind, and they were reminded of Li Wei’s injury.

The cheer and motion were abruptly stopped, revealing apologetic expressions.

Kelsey, slightly panicked, hurried forward to apologize to Li Wei.

“Rookie! Li Wei! Li Wei.”

Kelsey watched Li Wei lower his head and rub his eyes, which startled him.

Wait, was Li Wei’s wound infected, or was he crying?

At a loss, Kelsey quickly moved closer, bending down to inspect Li Wei’s brow.

Unexpectedly, Kelsey saw Li Wei’s lips curl into a cunning smile.

Before he could react, Li Wei grabbed Kelsey’s neck and locked him with his left elbow, immediately looking up at the locker room—

“What are you waiting for?

The hero of the last-second touchdown is right here.”

Kelsey, “Li Wei, Li Wei, ah!”

Whoosh.

A cascade of Gatorade mixed with ice poured down Kelsey’s back, and the burly man let out a pig-slaughtering scream, while the locker room erupted with laughter that simply wouldn’t stop.

Creak.

Just then, the locker room door opened, and instantly, everyone froze in place.

Reed raised his eyes to the scene, paused for a moment, and as everyone looked around, all actions were put on pause, no one daring to make a move.

Then, without a word, Reed silently stepped out and even closed the door behind him.

Li Wei released Kelsey, and they exchanged a glance, reflexively moving together to open the locker room door, immediately seeing Reed letting out a sigh of relief, both smiling simultaneously.

“Coach.”

Next, Li Wei and Kelsey flanked Reed on each side, pulling him back into the locker room, where champagne, beer, Gatorade, and ice water poured down like Songkran Festival, drenching the three men in an instant.

Reed didn’t dodge either, he closed his eyes and took it head-on.

When he barely managed to open his eyes, he saw Mahomes and Hill hoisting an ice bath tub, huffing and puffing onto the scene, ready to dump the water.

Shocked, Reed exclaimed, “What are you planning to do?”

Mahomes and Hill froze, panic flickering in their eyes.

Immediately following, Li Wei sprang forward, scooped up the icy water from the tub, and poured it inside Mahomes’s jersey.

Mahomes couldn’t help but shiver and hop around.

Then the others didn’t swarm in but instead turned their target to Mahomes and Hill—

It was mayhem.

Before the season started, including Reed, none of them had anticipated such an outcome.

They didn’t dare to be too hopeful or greedy, they just moved forward steadily, one step at a time, and in the end, they created a miracle, making history from an underdog’s stance.

So, at this moment, enjoy to the fullest—they deserved this party.

When Li Wei and the others left the locker room, the clock had already pointed to one thirty-three in the morning.

Usually, at this time, they would all be competing in a game of wits with the God of Sleep, resting up for the next day’s training or match.

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It’s not as simple as ensuring a basic amount of sleep, often between trainings, sleep must also be guaranteed.

Because it is the best way to adjust the body and conserve energy.

Therefore, it’s common to see professional soccer players getting scolded for staying up all night partying, and coaches would rage over it.

The coaches are mad, not because the players are going out for dates or relaxation or parties, but because by doing so, the players break their sleep schedules and can’t get enough rest, which directly impacts their training, form, and matches.

But tonight is an exception—

The season has ended, and before the off-season training officially begins, players can finally break their daily routine and occasionally enjoy life.

After all, this group of young people hasn’t yet squandered their youth properly.

Li Wei stood by the roadside, a black Porsche slowly pulled up in front of him.

The window rolled down, “Hey handsome, where to?”

The driver was none other than Curry.

Even though the Golden State Warriors had no game tomorrow, Curry still took a day off, but a disciplined Curry during the season would still go back to San Francisco for training.

So, Curry wouldn’t be drinking tonight.

Curry showing up here was specifically to play the role of a driver—

There wasn’t just one celebration party.

Accurately speaking, there were more than a dozen.

The collective post-game celebration had ended, now it was time for personal revelry.

Team owner Hunter hosted a celebration banquet, Defensive group captain Houston hosted one, Hill hosted one, team manager Veach hosted one as well, and many others.

Moreover, tonight’s Super Bowl guests were also throwing parties, along with the fans’ own parties, socialites all flocking to Minneapolis—the sleepy little city had never been so lively.

At this moment, at least forty parties were happening simultaneously in different parts of the city.

That led to Curry’s question:

First stop, where do we head?