Dominate the Super Bowl

Li Wei's steps, like dancing with shackles—

On the right, a cliff.

On the left, a storm.

A slight misstep could result in shattered bones, but Li Wei still didn't surrender; in fact, he conjured an unbelievably spirited fighting spirit.

One diving lunge, dodged.

Two diving lunges, dodged—

But this time, he was grazed, and his staggered steps soon turned chaotic. In his peripheral vision, he could see a blurry shadow, a gaping maw roaring and snarling at him, its foul breath mixing with saliva, mucus, and blood plasma raining down violently.

"Rookie!"

"Tear him apart."

"Kill him!"

Insults exploded above his eardrums yet transformed into the best fuel.

Li Wei stumbled forward a couple of gruesome steps by inertia, clearly on the verge of exhaustion, about to be encircled by three blue figures and compressed by two white figures—

Clearly, the teammates from Kansas City Chiefs didn't do it on purpose, but the space in front of him was only the size of a palm, barely enough room to maneuver.

Li Wei, pushing off with his right leg, dragged his body into the inside and recklessly crashed into a blue figure.

Danger!

But just as the collision was about to occur, he powered forward by shoulder-barging his opponent's shoulder, turning 360 degrees counterclockwise around him—

The Marseille Turn.

The next second, hugging the opponent's back, he threaded through a gap between three or four crowded figures and miraculously burst through the blockade.

The Old Oak Tavern went completely silent—

They watched as Li Wei stumbled into the storm, immediately devoured by it, white and blue chaotically intertwined.

One after another, mouths fell open, but no sound came out; the entire tavern was silent as a graveyard.

The next second.

There he was, that white figure incredibly reappeared, falteringly re-entering everyone's line of sight, sprinting wildly across the green field.

A shiver ran from their feet to their heads; they couldn't help but let out a cry, and the Old Oak Tavern instantly burst into a tumultuous uproar. No one could sit still anymore; they clenched their fists, rose from their chairs, and stood up bit by bit, disbelievingly, their eyes wide as they watched that white figure continue forward.

His steps were messy and unstable, his body leaned alarmingly forward; it looked like he would fall at any moment, but miraculously, he kept pressing forward with inertia.

Fifteen yards!

Ten yards!

In the Red Zone, Li Wei had dashed into the Red Zone, but at the same time, a horde was also surging toward him, a boiling wave of noise and force crashing down on Li Wei.

Li Wei, unbelievably taking two, then three big steps, had already crossed the five-yard line. The next second, as if having eyes on the back of his head, sensed the imminent danger. Explore new worlds at empire

A turn—

And there, once again, he saw a swipe of blue surge just past Li Wei.

Within an arm's reach.

The two looked each other straight in the eye, exchanging glances in the blink of an eye.

Li Wei, completely exhausted, didn't continue to turn, and after a 180-degree turn, with his back to the End Zone, he kept moving backward as if reversing into a parking space.

One step.

Two steps.

Up ahead, the snarling wave came closer and closer; behind, the End Zone waited quietly as a warm haven for Li Wei's arrival.

Three steps.

His steps, light and agile, just like that crossed the End Zone Line.

Gillette Stadium, completely silent, with only the wind blowing.

"Touchdown!"

Michaels's heart climbed with Li Wei's steps, inch by inch rising to his throat, blocking his voice, cutting off his breath, until it finally released.

He couldn't control himself anymore.

"Kickoff return for a touchdown."

"Touchdown..."

"That's a ninety-one yard kickoff return for a touchdown, incredible, unbelievable, but, we are witnessing it, this moment is happening right now."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"History, we are witnessing history."

"In the NFL history, as the first Chinese first-round rookie in his debut, Li Wei just declared himself with a ninety-one yard kickoff return for a touchdown."

"One tackle. Two. Three. Four. Five."

"I mean, five times, Li Wei broke free five times, his speed, his skill, his judgment, and his calmness in critical moments were unbelievable, single-handedly playing around the whole Special Duty Group of New England Patriots, driving straight to the heart with unparalleled performance."

"Who could believe that Li Wei, this rookie, in Gillette Stadium, gave the defending champions a rude awakening?"

"Wow."

"I mean, wow."

Michaels felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, still couldn't believe his own eyes even after seeing with them, and suddenly stood up, clutching his head.

Turning his head, Michaels saw the astonishment on Collinsworth's face, the two of them momentarily lost for words, just quietly enjoying the storm of this moment.

Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The Old Oak Tavern erupted into frenzy, everyone couldn't control themselves anymore, all stood up, waving their fists, roaring, releasing to their hearts' content.

In contrast, the quiet and confusion at Gillette Stadium were stark.

Even professionals like Michaels and Collinsworth had not anticipated this scene, let alone the ordinary fans at Gillette Stadium:

So, what just happened?

In the end zone.

Li Wei didn't celebrate; he just stood there quietly.

Lifting his head, chest out.

At the corner of his mouth, a slight smile, quietly watching the silent blue sea in front of him, enjoying the peaceful tranquility after the noise. How wonderful.

The next second.

Gillette Stadium finally reacted, they couldn't believe Li Wei had just scored a touchdown, let alone that Li Wei dared to provoke them so boldly?

"Rookie! That was just luck."

"The game has just begun, we will crush you, crush!"

"You wait, watch how our Defensive Group tears you apart."

Of course, the words couldn't have been so kind, including many unmentionable expletives that one could feel the incessant rage from the flying saliva even from afar.

This didn't make Li Wei shrink back; instead, his smile fully blossomed, unreservedly, with a poised attitude that seemed to say: Right, this is what I was looking forward to.

Wait a second, that look, that gesture, why does it seem like he's training a dog, about to throw a bone or a treat as a reward next?

Is this normal?

A small portion of New England Patriots fans finally figured it out, unsure whether to continue cursing, suddenly caught in a dilemma:

What, what's going on?

On the other side of the field.

Brady noticed it too, first the dead silence, then the cursing from around the stadium, too stark a contrast to ignore.

Clearly, Brady had finally recognized Li Wei's presence, who, with a kickoff return for a touchdown, blew the trumpet for a challenge, causing Brady to pause briefly then chuckle dumbly.

He wasn't about to tremble in fear over a kickoff return for a touchdown; that would be really stupid; but he had to admit, Li Wei had caught his attention.

"Maybe, today might witness an interesting game," Brady started jumping in place to warm up, the enthusiasm gradually rising within him.

Just right, after celebrating with his teammates and preparing to leave the field, Li Wei turned his head, his eyes collided with Brady's unexpectedly, exchanging a gaze, Li Wei wasn't nervous nor did he back down—surprisingly, there was no provocation either, instead, he gently nodded to Brady in acknowledgment.

Wait a second, is this rookie nodding to the Goat as if they're equals?

Brady: Haha, very interesting.