Dominate the Super Bowl

Bathed in Li Wei's gaze, with a teasing and mocking look in his eyes, the reporters blinked, one by one starting to avert their eyes, either looking up at the sky or down at the ground, some even staring intently at the lines on their palms as if they were the world's most interesting treasures.

The air was filled with a lighthearted atmosphere.

Li Wei's lips curled up slightly, not continuing to trouble the reporters, but instead said mockingly.

"The Kansas City Chiefs are the ultimate challenge, the Kansas City Chiefs are the public enemy of everyone, the Kansas City Chiefs are the bad guys that the whole league is eager to defeat and must defeat."

"I now finally know what it feels like to be Thanos."

Reporter: "Avengers"???

A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, but Li Wei didn't wait for the laughter to spill out, and continued speaking without pause.

"And now, entering the playoffs, everyone has a chance, any slight mistake could lead to completely different results. I believe each opponent will seize the opportunity, give 200% energy, and do their utmost to make us suffer and torment us."

"So, we are indeed ready, prepared since the off-season, ready through each game of the season, ready both mentally and physically to face challenges. Does anyone remember the Olympic spirit?"

"Even though football is temporarily absent from the Olympic stage, that phrase still holds meaning—higher, faster, stronger, and that's what we are trying to do too."

With a pause, Li Wei looked directly at the camera.

"Hey, San Francisco, Green Bay, we are watching."

While saying this, he gestured back and forth between his eyes and the camera lens with two fingers, making the entire press conference room burst into laughter.

Li Wei, still Li Wei, not only controlling the opponent's fate on the field but also controlling the fate of the reporters off the field.

Then, the reporters continued to inquire, "Professor, after the match, you and JJ were lying on the ground having a conversation. What exactly did you talk about?"

Li Wei spread his hands, a face full of helplessness, "Please, give us a little privacy. Also, don't let Kealia know."

Laughter roared like thunder, impossible to stop. Even in refusal, Li Wei still had a way to keep the press conference enjoyable. Truly worthy of being the legendary Professor.

Bustling, lively.

The post-game press conference was as noisy and lively as ever. Mahomes, Kelsey, and the others could finish in no more than fifteen minutes, yet Li Wei stayed in that little room for forty-five minutes.

If it weren't for Li Wei self-mockingly saying, "I'm worried I might say something wrong next," making a quip toward Watson, the reporters probably wouldn't have let him go.

Leaving the press conference room, Li Wei didn't head straight to the locker room but found a step to sit on nearby—

Actually, Li Wei was serious about being tired.

Not just physically, but also mentally.

The pressure of continuously maintaining victories throughout the season built up layer upon layer as the playoffs progressed. From the fervor of chasing victories to the exhaustive efforts to maintain them, to the routine of continuous wins, finally leading to the heavy pressure of needing to win. These unseen and intangible yet truly existing things continuously drained willpower.

Then Felix's issue came up, giving them another reason why they couldn't fail amidst all the pressure.

The shift from a victory-chasing mindset to one where failure wasn't an option made the competitions different.

Entering the playoffs, the Tennessee Titans' provocation rang the alarm, finally allowing the Kansas City Chiefs to barely shake off the layers of pressure, letting them focus wholeheartedly on the game, winning a respite; but the Houston Texans refused to give them that breathing room, ensuring their tense nerves had to remain taut from the first second of the game to the last.

JJ-Watt did indeed force out the strongest state of the Kansas City Chiefs.

Looking at it from another perspective, it's a good thing. These two playoff games truly woke the Kansas City Chiefs up, making them realize that they are neither invincible nor must-wins; nothing is taken for granted. They must give their all to pursue victory, a mental awakening.

However, exhaustion is real, and burning out is real too.

Now Li Wei finally understands why maintaining a streak of victories in the world of competitive sports is so difficult. From football to basketball to soccer, and finally to tennis, it's definitely not just the accumulation of match wins. The underlying relentless pressure and emotions are the real focus.

Precisely because of this, Rafael Nadal's record of eighty-one consecutive victories on clay is so astounding, truly unprecedented and unparalleled.

Now, after an intense match and another intense press conference, Li Wei needed to sit down for a moment and catch his breath.

Gulp, gulp.

Li Wei was drinking water, a bottle of mineral water reaching the bottom in no time, slightly alleviating his thirst. But before he could swallow the last sip, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure peeking out from around the corridor corner, seemingly waiting in the hallway since the press conference ended.

The expectant yet anxious figure clearly saying: Are you not coming out yet? Why isn't it over yet?

Then, unexpectedly, finally waiting for the target, all negative emotions swept away, excitement and elation filling every inch of the chest.

Although unable to clearly see the whole face, those bright eyes blinking betrayed the inner emotions, naturally painting a picture of the big smiling face hidden behind the wall, quietly brightening up the entire hallway and even gently dispersing the cold.

Their gazes unintentionally collided.

The young girl quickly retracted, leaning against the wall, patting her chest hard, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, not realizing that the loud thumping sounds were too obvious, echoing down the hallway, painting an image for Li Wei just through the sound.

Thump thump thump!

A muffled sound.

Li Wei couldn't hold back, choking on himself, a smile fully breaking out.

Finally, the young girl took a deep breath, summoned the courage, jumped out into the open, raising both hands high and dancing.

"He is here, he is there, he is everywhere. He is the Edgerunner, Li Wei, Li Wei, Li Wei."

Li Wei struggled to suppress his laughter.

Thalia quickly realized her cover was blown, the surprise uncovered, yet she widened her eyes and glared fiercely at Li Wei.

Li Wei immediately put away the smile, played along with the performance, showing a face full of amazement, clapping as he watched Thalia, while exclaiming.

"Wow. Surprise."

No sincerity at all.

Thalia, looking at Li Wei's feigned smile, let her shoulders slump, "Alright, alright, I get it. There are so many people celebrating your reaching the joint conference finals, probably including this woman and that woman. One more or one less won't matter that much, no need to take it too seriously."

Li Wei: ??? Wait, is this a test?

Just a little carelessness might let the surprise before his eyes vanish into thin air.