Dominate the Super Bowl

Reporter: The higher the road, the trickier the demon!

First of all, they admit, Li Wei is indeed clever, deliberately presenting a calm and composed demeanor, standing there allowing reporters to take pictures, with a nothing-to-hide attitude, using this way to disarm the reporters' vigilance.

Then, pretending to warmly announce to the world his intention to head to the hospital, just like manipulating puppets, the reporters foolishly rush to the hospital to wait, but Li Wei himself absconds with Ariana.

Impressive, truly impressive.

But who are they?

A group of sly old foxes, each of them experienced, having seen all sorts of scenes and tricks, how could they be so easily fooled?

One, two, three, four, five of them, all tightly following behind Li Wei's car bumper, refusing to loosen up or relax, staging a "Fast and Furious" act in Kansas City!

No one could have imagined that Kansas City would have a day to witness paparazzi chase with their own eyes!

Mighty and spectacular, engines roared continuously as they zoomed past.

The city near midnight was still bustling.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Nurses exerted tremendous effort to finally get patients back to the ward and get unimportant patient family members out of the hospital, finally managing to regain some peace.

However, even doctors and nurses themselves remained exhilarated and intensely excited, not just because of the victory, but the manner of it—

In this city, who could refuse the Kansas City Chiefs?

Walking through the first-floor hall, seeing Mahomes sitting in a wheelchair, each one came to high-five and greet, chuckling congratulations on the victory and sending wishes for a speedy recovery, a vitality unseen in the usually dull and lifeless hospital now brimming with life.

"Patrick, are you not staying in the hospital tonight, going home?"

"Right. The doctor said there's no need to stay, just follow the team's rehab training, it's nothing serious, I'm already impatient to get back to the training field."

"Oh, that's good news, we're all expecting you to team up with the rookie soon. Don't misunderstand, Moore is great, but he's not you after all."

"Thank you."

A smile crept up his lips, and the tight string in Mahomes' heart loosened a bit—

After meticulous scanning and detailed checks, the knee check report was immediately available.

Fortunately, there's no major issue, no damage to ligaments or muscles, luck amidst misfortune.

Nevertheless, dislocation of the knee is certain, according to the scans, the doctor estimates that Mahomes will need three to four weeks to recover.

Of course, this is a conservative estimate.

But the fact at hand is, Mahomes cannot return to the field immediately, and Moore might need to continue shouldering the quarterback role leading the team.

For Mahomes, undoubtedly, this is disheartening.

This season, the Kansas City Chiefs are united, all hoping to become a better and more outstanding team, completely shedding the burden of reigning champions, starting from scratch and revitalizing with new vigor.

Thus.

The season opened with an eight-game winning streak, continuously surpassing the opening records of the past two seasons, being just one step away from breaking the team's 2003 season record of a nine-game winning streak at the start, a goal the whole team fought hard to pursue, turning into reality, and that feeling was indeed splendid.

However, at this critical juncture, Mahomes is absent due to injury.

Depression, frustration, distress, and irritation inevitably arose.

Now, the only thing Mahomes can do is change his perspective, as the injury is not serious, just with good rest and proper training, he will be back on the field soon.

Mahomes couldn't wait, standing in front of the TV screen watching his teammates give their all, he was even more restless, longing to return to the training field, longing to return to the gym, he couldn't fall too far behind in progress.

The most important thing is, to return to the team, reunite with his teammates, shoulder to shoulder, fighting for the same goal and dream together.

But, where's that guy Li Wei?

Wasn't he supposed to come pick him up home, yet still no sign of him now.

Brittany just texted inquiring about the situation, and he comforted Brittany not to worry, Li Wei is likely delayed by the press conference; but obviously, Brittany wasn't pleased, saying since Li Wei knew those reporters wouldn't stop, Mahomes shouldn't be waiting in vain for Li Wei, better to have someone from the team send him home.

Mahomes didn't know how to explain:

He was also planning to have dinner with Li Wei, guessing Kelsey and they would be joining too, gathering lively at Li Wei's home to discuss tonight's game—

He didn't want to be left out.

Looking down at his phone, Mahomes hesitating if he should check out the game highlights on YouTube, a buzzing roar resonated in the air.

That sound, that loud noise...

Could it be the engine roar of a racing car?

But who would be racing near the hospital? Especially in Kansas City?

The sound got nearer, growing louder, Mahomes carefully searched, his brow furrowed as it seemed like it was coming right at them?

In the next second.

A Mercedes-Benz led the way, a long procession of cars behind coming into view, endlessly stretching far and wide.

Finally, all parked at the hospital entrance, filling the street in an instant.

What is this scene?

Mahomes watched this sight, dumbstruck, his jaw practically detached.

A figure stepped out from the leading vehicle, waving beside the driver's seat.

"Hey, Sherlock!"

That... was Li Wei!

Mahomes was about to respond but was captivated by the scene before him.

Figures from the following vehicles got out, faces full of bewilderment and pale, gaping at the building before them, looking dazed.

Their shock and bewilderment were no less than Mahomes'.

Then, someone couldn't hold back—

Ugh.

And actually vomited right on the spot, the scene was indeed impactful, like some modern performance art, making it hard to look away.

Not just Mahomes, the reporters in front of him were the same.

Each doubting their eyes, incredulous that their street death-defying speed chase concluded at the hospital, while battling the urge to vomit.

Looking at the refreshed and spirited Li Wei, then at their own sorry state, their gaze finally fell on the baffled Mahomes, and for a moment, they were blank-minded, completely losing any responding capability.

Thus.

The scene was like a group of frogs gazing at the moon on a summer night, looking at each other, standing with mouths agape, unable to close jaws, each using eye contact to wonder what's going on without anyone having an answer, a bustling of thoughts flooding their minds—

Yet all refused to admit their foolishness.

The whole "the higher the road, the trickier the demon," they were all utterly foolish, right?

Perhaps, there was only one exception in the whole place.

Li Wei.

That refreshed and impressive look, contrasted against the group of frogs, resembled a prince making his entrance, gracefully and confidently stepping up the stairs.

Though it was just a hospital, it inexplicably gave off the sense of Cinderella going to a prince's ball.

Can anyone explain this, is this normal?