Dominate the Super Bowl

"Fly!"

"Fly!"

As the game enters countdown, Arrowhead Stadium is already eagerly transitioning into celebration mode, with deafening cheers concluding this victory.

Never thought, absolutely never thought, this was supposed to be a showdown between strong teams, yet it ended so hastily. Although not entirely a one-sided crush, the suspense of victory was extinguished early by the Kansas City Chiefs—

Do Thursday Night Football ratings really not matter?

However, no one cares, at least the Kansas City Chiefs fans don't care.

Ariana can't help herself, joining the live broadcast in chanting.

"Fly!"

Five. Four. Three.

They counted down together, then cheered and celebrated together, joyfully raising their arms.

Beside her, Genna looked at Ariana with a helpless expression, yet her mood involuntarily lifted, because she could clearly feel the happiness radiating from Ariana, which was the biggest motivation supporting Ariana during the busy and tiring tour schedule.

"Ariana..."

Genna thought for a moment but couldn't hold back from calling her once.

Ariana turned to look, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, "Hmm?"

Genna hesitated a bit but eventually spoke up, "Do you want to find a time slot to fly back for his game and give him a surprise?"

Ariana was taken aback, exclaimed, "But really? Wouldn't that affect his game?"

Genna waved her hand, "He'll be happy. After all, you traveled so far back just to watch him play."

Ariana turned back to the iPad screen, where the live broadcast focused on Li Wei's figure. By now, he had removed his helmet, revealing his handsome face, with short black hair drenched in sweat. His smile blossomed like the Mediterranean summer afternoon.

Then NFLN began replaying a crucial play from the first half—

Li Wei, stuck in a sea of people, found himself in a deadlock, yet without his helmet, he forcefully broke through into the end zone for a touchdown, setting the tone for the entire game.

Ariana watched this moment, her heartbeats completely lost their rhythm.

On the sidelines, there was another figure just as stunned, motionless, like a stone longing for its loved one.

Lamar Jackson.

Beep!

With the final whistle, the entire Arrowhead Stadium was engulfed in a sea of celebration.

Before the game, there were constant bustling debates and disputes.

People said the Kansas City Chiefs hadn't faced a real challenge this season and were yet to prove themselves.

People said the old king was dead, and a new king was on the throne; Jackson would step over Li Wei's shoulders to become the new face of the League, correcting the notion that a quarterback should be the League's representative, not a running back.

People said the Baltimore Ravens were the destined kings of this season, equipped to defeat the Kansas City Chiefs.

People claimed that the Kansas City Chiefs rose because of Li Wei and would crumble because of him, with the same incidents happening to Beckham at Manchester United repeating in Kansas City.

People said the Kansas City Chiefs were at the end of their rope, with the preseason four-game losing streak foreshadowing the season's inevitable struggles, and Li Wei was the source of all the breakdowns.

Bla bla bla.

But now?

"19:41," the final score was fixed at this number.

The Kansas City Chiefs not only defeated the Baltimore Ravens but did so with a resounding victory, proclaiming their dominance and defending their throne.

More importantly, Li Wei once again withstood the pressure with incomparable performance, forcing those haters to keep quiet, swallow their words.

Since the offseason, the continuous debates had finally reached a conclusion now.

Things, just happened...like that?

Jackson looked at the scoreboard above Arrowhead Stadium, still unable to believe his eyes, lost in clouds and mist, half-dream, half-awake, finding the game over utterly unreal, rendering him dazed and standing still, trying to grasp reason and comprehend reality.

His pride, his confidence, his persistence, his stubbornness, everything was shattered at this moment, without even leaving a single residue.

Arriving at Arrowhead Stadium, he wasn't there to lose; he wanted victory. But what was the outcome? Not only did he lose by a big margin, but his quarterback stats tanked completely, resulting in a thorough defeat inside and out, leaving no dignity at all.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn.

Jackson fell into deep despair.

Then, a voice came from the side, grasping Jackson's thoughts amid endless darkness, "Lamar, are you okay?"

Jackson suddenly looked up, "Nick!"

Indeed, Boyle was the only one he could truly rely on!

Boyle patted Jackson's shoulder and then patted his own sturdy chest, signifying that you could always rely on him.

Yet the next words came unexpectedly, "After all, he is Li Wei."

Jackson: ...You! Nick, I never thought you'd be like this!

At this moment, Harbaugh walked over, "Lamar, this is just the regular season."

Jackson took a deep breath, finally finding a glimmer of light in those dead eyes: Right, it's just the regular season; it's not the end of the world.

The season just started; there's no need to fixate on one game. The playoffs are the only important thing; as long as they defeat Li Wei during the elimination rounds, they'll achieve self-redemption, rewriting all humiliations.

Last season's Kansas City Chiefs were the best example—

Lost in the regular season to the New England Patriots, Los Angeles Rams, and even the Los Angeles Chargers, making them a laughing stock; but it all vanished with a Super Bowl victory, making everything else inconsequential.

Now, the Baltimore Ravens were just the same.

Only losing to the Kansas City Chiefs in the regular season, it hardly mattered.

Jackson clung tightly to a lifeline.

Despite their current inability to handle the Kansas City Chiefs' offense or understand how to defeat the Kansas City Chiefs.

At least they could cling to a glimmer of hope, preventing absolute despair.

Moreover, they were still young, right? Li Wei was already in his third season in the league, an old hand when it comes to the running back position with such high attrition rate. Who knows how long Li Wei could last?

Heh.

Jackson hoped Li Wei would last a few more seasons, giving him the chance to beat him, and then beat him a few more times, crushing him repeatedly.

The future lies with their quarterbacks.

Taking a deep breath, Jackson gathered his shattered pride and resolved to find that tall figure in the crowd—

Number twenty-three.

Jackson knew, according to decorum, he should greet quarterback Mahomes first, then head coach Reed, before executing his own wishes.

However, Jackson no longer cared.

If possible, he even wanted to turn around and leave the field, not linger there for even one second more, dismantling tonight's memories to throw them into the trash heap.

Tomorrow is a new day.

But he couldn't. Not because the League would impose fines and warnings, but because it would make him look like a stray dog.

Jackson refused; he absolutely couldn't look like a stray dog.

So, he wouldn't leave; not only wouldn't he leave, but he would face his heart demon openly, showing everyone in the League his stance.