Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 443

Chapter 443: 442 Matchmaking Chapter 443: 442 Matchmaking The piping hot, mushy little hands clung to Li Wei’s neck.

Although speaking in a low voice, everyone around could hear, “that catch.”

Throughout the season, Li Wei had contributed no fewer than eight iconic moments, but the one that truly went viral was that catch during the division game, partly because of the opponents and the nature of the match.

For a long time to come, it would likely remain a signature moment for Li Wei.

Li Wei’s heart was clear as a mirror.

A smile crawled over his lips as he whispered back, “Yes, that was me.”

Kerr’s smile finally bloomed.

Curry looked utterly amazed; even he hadn’t expected Li Wei and Kerr’s interactions to be so natural.

Li Wei glanced at the number 30 jersey in Kerr’s hand, then looked down at himself—

He was a guest today, totally unprepared, and of course had nothing to present in return.

...

Kerr’s cheeks were red and tear-stained, still looking emotionally shaken.

His eyes still wet with un-wiped tears appeared pitiful, like a five or six-year-old child who didn’t even know how to express their grievances and fears, nor understand what they had just been through.

After a moment “Next week, I have a game, if you’re interested, you can come along with Stephen.

What do you think?”

Having said that, Li Wei took out Donald Yee’s business card and placed it in Kerr’s palm.

Curry didn’t understand at first and was half a beat slow: A game next week?

Then, he looked at Li Wei with a face full of bewilderment.

Li Wei looked at Curry, then at Kerr, both with childish faces, “Truly like elementary schoolers.”

Curry quickly caught on and retorted with a laugh, “Ha.

Ha.

Including you, that makes three.”

Li Wei’s Asian features made him appear even younger to Americans, possibly younger than Curry.

Calling him a grade schooler was not farfetched, especially since the rookie season was almost over and people still cheerfully yelled “rookie, rookie.”

Li Wei shrugged lightly, “Just a bit more, and the Garden would turn into a kindergarten.”

“Haha,” Curry laughed heartily too.

But then.

The security personnel came up again, breaking the mood.

They didn’t want to, but now that they had finally gotten the crowd under control, it would become troublesome if they didn’t withdraw quickly—should the crowd surge again.

Look, when they heard Li Wei extend an invitation for an on-site game viewing, each one of them straightened their eyes, the undercurrents surged again, nearly uncontrollable.

The best way to calm the scene was for Li Wei to leave the premises.

“Mr.

If it was Dolan, it made sense for everyone else to step aside.

No wonder the security team had been rushing Li Wei, leaving Curry behind and focusing solely on escorting Li Wei away from the scene, under the pretext of fearing the fans might lose control again; the real reason was the summons of the powerful team owner.

Not just them; Li Wei’s doubts, which had been hanging in mid-air, had finally been answered.

He knew Dolan would appear, but he didn’t know when.

Now, the answer had come to light.

Li Wei felt a bit relieved, the head of security slightly relaxed; they were now in the backstage area, no fans or players to worry about, and their tense nerves could loosen a bit.

“You don’t need to worry anymore; if anyone needs to worry about safety, it’s us.”

With that, he glanced at Li Wei out of the corner of his eye.

Li Wei heard and noticed it, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement, “Rest assured, I don’t bite.

Your flesh is too rough and dry, it doesn’t even taste good when chewed, it’s just a waste of teeth.

I’d rather pass.”

The security team leader was shocked, his face full of terror as he looked at Li Wei, only to see a calm and composed face looking back at him innocently, as if completely unaware of what was happening, which made his knees go weak.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a long journey; the security personnel successfully escorted Li Wei to the VIP room.

Standing at the door, they knocked and announced,

“Mr.

Li Wei has arrived.”

Without waiting for a response from inside the room, the security team leader already had opened the door, not looking inside, and, with his back to the room and facing Li Wei, he gestured for him to enter.

Li Wei, with a sincere expression, “Nice chatting with you, hope we can meet again.”

The security team leader: ...

The rest of the security team stood at attention against the wall, eyes forward, expressionless, but a close observation would reveal the slight movement in their jaws and throats:

Holding back laughter was really hard; indeed, this job was hard-earned.

Doors opened, doors closed, and then—

Snicker.

Finally, someone burst out laughing, and the hallway filled with laughter.

Behind the door, Li Wei was full of question marks: Where was James Dolan?

Li Wei didn’t recognize Dolan, but since Dolan had invited him to watch the game, as a guest, it was basic etiquette to know a bit about the host.

So, before coming this evening, Li Wei had done his homework.

At least, he didn’t want to recognize the wrong person, which could truly turn into a joke.

However.

Standing in a luxurious VIP room above Madison Square Garden Arena, Li Wei was still caught off guard as he looked at the three people in front of him, completely baffled:

Who are you?