Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 498

Chapter 498: 497 Just let go Chapter 498: 497 Just let go Madness and joy, a feeling both simple and complex, pure and direct, the heart all but bursting forth from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

West was thoroughly immersed in the moment, too exhilarated and excited that his heart twinged with pain, unable to find words to express himself.

Unintentionally, amidst the chaos and tumult, West finally noticed Anderson’s absence and looked around, puzzled, among the crowd.

Then.

Through the kitchen window, West saw the silhouette quietly enjoying the championship moment with a lit cigarette, and although they had no verbal communication, magically, West could understand Anderson’s mood.

Over the past few years, they had all been through so much, everyone had their own struggles.

In a brief moment of distraction, West couldn’t help but think of Provos heading to Minneapolis—

Unsure if, at this very moment, Provos had finally resolved his emotional turmoil.

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Ahh, ahh, ahh.

Right outside the U.S.

Bank Stadium was an erupting volcano, each face inscribed with incredulous shock and exhilaration.

They had not anticipated such a dark horse battle to deliver the most spectacular, unpredictable, and incredible showdown in Super Bowl history.

They had even less expected such an historic game to be decided in such an unbelievable manner.

Shock.

Impact.

Frenzy.

The despair of the Philadelphia Eagles fans and the fervor of the Kansas City Chiefs fans clashed together, with neutral fans catapulting into party mode, drawing the world outside the stadium into a tropical hurricane.

A heatwave swept through the venue, as cold, dry Minneapolis was experiencing a midsummer storm.@@@@

Caught up in it, Provos stared ahead, dumbfounded and stupefied, his brain completely frozen, his soul prostrating and shivering on the ground.

Countless thoughts surged and clashed tumultuously in his mind.

Then.

His knees buckled, and he fell to them, burying his head in his hands and crashing to the ground, unable to control himself as he began to sob uncontrollably.

She had almost forgotten this look on Li Yi, the look she had fallen in love with.

“Old Li, I remember someone saying sports games are the least interesting, not practical at all,” Jiang Yin said to Li Yi, mercilessly ripping off the band-aid.

Li Yi was a bit embarrassed, murmuring to himself, uncertain how to respond.

But that was only temporary.

Joy, happiness, and madness continued unabated, welling up and burning intensely; Li Yi once again smiled, openly accepting the teasing and reality:

He enjoyed it—not just liked, but truly enjoyed it.

Now, he was glad he had chosen to come to Minneapolis, glad he was present to witness this game, glad he could be a witness to Li Wei writing history.

Before him, the vast sea of red was so dazzling and brilliant, his heart pounding against his chest with such force, Li Yi felt an unprecedented sense of reality and vitality, realizing life was not just about work, work, work; beyond the confines of his small space, there were endless possibilities.

Thus.

Li Yi looked at Jiang Yin again, smiled, and began to cheer, “Champions, champions, we’re the champions.”

Jiang Yin could see Perry with a dislocated jaw, clearly, he had never seen Li Yi like this, making it seem almost as if he was a changed person; but Jiang Yin knew, this was the Li Yi from her memories, the one from when he was twenty.

For a moment, the figures of Li Yi and Li Wei overlapped, then separated once more.

Jiang Yin turned her head toward the field, struggling to find the number twenty-three amid the vast ocean of red, wondering, where was he going?

That shade of red was moving toward a white storm.

One, two.

Li Wei pushed through his teammates who came to give high-fives and warm hugs, searching through the dense crowd, but it was not easy, as everyone was looking for Li Wei, everyone was congratulating him, coaches included, even the Philadelphia Eagles’ coaches and players—

After Pederson hugged Reed and Smith, he immediately located Li Wei in the crowd and embraced him.

Camera operators, reporters, and staff, all like large fluffy tails, diligently followed Li Wei, broadcasting his figure live to the world.

Yet, Li Wei kept diligently searching.

Finally!

With a glance from the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure collapsed on the ground, Li Wei hastened forward, exchanged pleasantries with the Philadelphia Eagles players, parting the crowded figures, his steps finally halting before the dejected figure curled into a small ball, hugging his knees—Foles.

“Congratulations.”

Li Wei said.