Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 506

Chapter 506: 505 Championship Night Chapter 506: 505 Championship Night “Justin Houston, we’ve just agreed with the other rookies to head over to his party en masse, swarm in, circle the venue once, then grab all the good booze we can find before swarming out again, making it a flash mob event.”

“Ha, hahaha.” Curry laughed uproariously, imagining the scene in his head.

Kelsey, however, was full of question marks, looking as if he’d just realized he was aboard a ‘pirate ship’, “Why should I, an innocent bystander, join in your first-year antics?

I’m getting off this ride, Stephen, I need to get off, help me, someone’s being kidnapped, hey, can you hear me?”

Kelsey shouted at the passing fans outside the window, but those fans thought he was cheering and joined in with their own excited screams.

Kelsey: ???

Mahomes was laughing his heart out on the side.

Curry glanced worriedly at the rearview mirror, then, seeing Li Wei’s unconcerned expression with a slight smile, he decided not to bother with Kelsey, “But hasn’t your big boss thrown a victory party tonight?”

Li Wei didn’t answer, but glanced back at Curry and retorted, “Did you guys all go to the big boss’s party on the night you won the championship?”

“No.” Curry blurted out the crisp reply and realized after speaking that his response was too hasty and definite, finding himself laughing as well.

Firstly, there were countless parties on championship night, with nearly everyone moving from one party to another – nobody stayed at just one.

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It was typical to hit four or five parties in one evening, with the more entertaining parties naturally attracting more people.

At the parties, guests came and went, and the hosts couldn’t possibly attend to everyone, so there weren’t so many restraints or firm attendance requirements.

Secondly, the big boss’s victory parties were full of elite high society, and players might seem out of place; but what was certain was that they would be like gorillas who had strayed into a zoo, ready to perform tricks for the audience at any second.

That kind of experience must be quite unique.

Therefore, the big boss almost never required players to attend his own parties.

Curry still remembered how, in his first championship win, he naïvely went to greet the big boss at the party as suggested by others in the team, only to feel like Monk Tang in a spider’s den – dazed by the bizarre surroundings.

He only realized the prank when he later told his teammates and they all laughed heartily.

But what about Li Wei?

Li Wei was also a rookie, also at his first Super Bowl win, so why were there no pranks on him?

Curry sneaked a glance at Li Wei, “What about your other teammates, what did they say?”

Li Wei’s face was calm, “No one had any clue,” he explained, given it was their first championship win, “then Reed and I told them we should at least go say hi.

Houston and Berry nodded their agreement in silence.”

“So, guess how many people are heading to the big boss’s party right now?”

Curry stared at Li Wei’s sincerely earnest face and his jaw dropped involuntarily.

Meanwhile.

Kareem Hunt stood under a dark gold archway, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart and gathered the courage to step forward; just as he saw a figure passing by with a champagne glass, he got excited and called out.

“Mr.

Hunt.”

Clark Hunt stopped in his tracks, peering through the dim light, it took him a moment to recognize the person, memories slowly awakening from the hint in the championship jersey, his surprise barely concealed —

Even though both were “Hunt,” there was no blood or familial relation between them.

Clark Hunt paused, “Why are you here?”

Kareem Hunt: …felt a tightness in his chest, his smile almost fell apart.

At the other end of the city.

Li Wei, Mahomes, and a group of freshmen mixed with some sophomores made a grand entrance at Houston’s party, sweeping through like a hurricane, turning everything upside down before leaving just as dramatically without lingering.

Houston: …

Looking at Li Wei’s group who were like troublemakers not satisfied without Halloween candy, then at the mess left behind, he felt heartache so intense he couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, at least leave me a couple of bottles of good wine, you bastards.”

The mournful howl lingered under Minneapolis’s nighttime sky.

But Li Wei didn’t respond, nor did he have time to respond to Houston anymore.

Watching the bustling crowd before them, both Kelsey and Mahomes seemed nervous, and even the usually composed Li Wei started to feel anxious.

They couldn’t help but look at Curry with eyes pleading for rescue.

Curry swallowed hard.

He had intended to pretend he was experienced, but after a brief hesitation, he honestly admitted, “Actually, I’m not familiar either.”

Just fifteen minutes ago, after Li Wei and the others had left Houston’s party, planning to make some noise at Hill’s place, Li Wei received a phone call from Justin Timberlake—

tonight’s halftime show performer and currently one of the top figures in the pop music scene.

Justin had just exchanged phone numbers with Li Wei at the U.S.

Bank Stadium.

He warmly invited Li Wei to a party, but Li Wei didn’t take it seriously, assuming that the pop superstar was just being polite.

But unexpectedly, Justin called again, asking when Li Wei would arrive, and joked that the party’s success tonight depended on Li Wei.

Once could be politeness, but twice suggested some sincerity.

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Li Wei couldn’t refuse.

So, here they were—

Overwhelmed.

Even Curry, a basketball superstar at the pinnacle of the NBA, was no exception.

Now, Curry could truly feel the gap between basketball and football.

Despite the much higher average salary in the NBA compared to the numerous NFL, in terms of influence in North America, basketball still couldn’t compare to football.

The entire scale was different.

Li Wei saving the party?

Impossible!

It was undoubtedly just politeness; clearly, Justin needed no one’s help to host a star-studded event.

Snowflake balls, neon lights, flickering brightness and darkness, music continuously booming, and among the crowd, too many familiar superstar figures could be seen.

That must be Jennifer Lawrence dancing wildly in the dance floor, forgetting herself.

Amanda Seyfried and Alexandra Daddario stood beside her, acting as her guardians, both laughing so hard they were shaking, clearly amused by Jennifer’s dance moves akin to an exorcist’s.

At the center of the long sofa, sipping whiskey and half-drunk like a Persian cat, the figure was somewhat unclear, resembling Rihanna.

It seemed like she was stepping on someone under her high heels, but the dim light really made it hard to see who the shadow was.

Then, two figures were passing by, talking and laughing heartily without stopping, completely immersed in their own worlds to the extent that they didn’t notice the surroundings.

Mahomes quietly moved closer to Li Wei, unable to suppress his curiosity.

“Were those Black Widow and Captain America who just passed by us?”