Chapter 207: Chapter 131: Who in the World Doesn’t Know You?

With every jump, the centrifugal force would send her skirt flying up, revealing the exhilarating view just above her "absolute territory."

Anya clearly noticed Li Wei staring like he wanted to devour her.

A victorious smirk played on her lips. As the song reached its climax, she didn’t perform the explosive lifts or tumbles of a typical cheerleader. Instead, she turned her back to him, braced her hands on her knees, and performed an incredibly provocative hip thrust in Li Wei’s direction, adding a lethal little twist of her waist.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, no~"

Along with the lyrics, the impossibly short skirt swayed violently with the rolling of her hips. The barely-visible crease was like a small white boat in a storm, teasing the edges of Li Wei’s vision.

Finally, the song ended, and the music fell silent.

Anya turned around without missing a beat, straddling Li Wei’s lap and wrapping her arms naturally around his neck.

"Oh my~" she purred into Li Wei’s ear, her voice husky and syrupy, "Why does it feel so... hard under me?"

Li Wei wrapped his arm around Anya’s waist. He was just about to stand up when she pushed him back down.

"Don’t you move today," she said, reaching a hand behind herself to grope and rub at him through his pants. "Let me be the one to serve you."

While Li Wei was enjoying a lap dance from the only daughter of a ten-billion-dollar oligarch, the atmosphere in the Gambino Family’s Queens office, also in New York, was decidedly grim.

"How much did you bet?" the Gambino Family’s underboss asked their consigliere, Luca. "A million? Two million?"

"I bet 30 million USD," Luca said, biting his nails in agitation. "Didn’t the kid give us a tip?"

"But why is that Woj God schmuck now saying there’s no way Li Wei signs with the NFL?" Russo demanded, making a classic Italian hand gesture. "Could he be in on it with that Russian slut, trying to screw us over?"

"No way. They have no reason, no motive to do that," Luca said. "My gut tells me he’s not lying."

"That’d be for the best. I even placed a one million USD bet for Mayor Holmes," Russo snorted. "Tell the boys to get their guns ready. If Li Wei really doesn’t make it to the NFL, it means they’re walking all over us, and we need to strike first."

"They’ll definitely strike first," Lady Delores said to Emma. "Tell our people at Brighton Beach to get ready."

「In a VIP lounge on Madison Avenue」

Lady Delores and Emma were the only ones in the room.

"My lady, are you saying Li Wei is deceiving us?" Emma asked in surprise. "That can’t be, can it?"

"I don’t think so, either. I personally believe him," Lady Delores said. "But I represent more than just myself. We have to be prepared in case the Italians decide to turn on us."

A war between the two Mafia families was about to erupt.

「Syracuse University, Upstate New York」

"Bye, Coach," Craig said, waving to the coaching staff from his seat on the bus. He turned to Jasmine beside him. "Honey, I don’t know... the coaches and the guys here... their personalities are whatever. I feel like they’re a little racist toward me."

"Racism?" Jasmine said without looking up. "Don’t be stupid, baby. The team’s head coach is a motherfucking nigga, just like me."

"I know... but I’m talking about the vibe in the locker room," Craig sighed, turning his head toward Jasmine. "Who are you texting? You didn’t even look up."

"It’s nothing," Jasmine said, locking her phone. She turned to him and asked, "By the way, did Li Wei tell you if he’s actually going to the Giants or not?"

"What?" Craig shook his head, looking blank. "I don’t know. He hasn’t said anything to me."

"Okay," Jasmine said, popping her bubblegum. "I’m getting a feeling he screwed up this time. The NFL isn’t going to break the rules for some Asian high school kid."

"I trust my boy," Craig said, looking at Jasmine with a displeased expression. His tone hardened slightly. "He’s a smart guy. He knows what he’s doing."

Jasmine bristled. She put her hands on her hips, her voice easily overpowering his. "What’s that supposed to mean? Is that any way to talk to your future agent?"

"Sorry, baby," Craig immediately deflated. "I didn’t mean it... It’s just, I’m so pent-up lately, you know? It’s spring already... When can we finally..."

"I’ll tell you what," Jasmine said after a moment’s thought. "If you win the Heisman Trophy in college, then we can."

Even though winning the Heisman was a near-impossible task for Craig, his heart soared. He began fantasizing about ending his career as a virgin on the very night he won the trophy.

"Just hold on a little longer," Jasmine said, noticing his expression and placing a hand on his thigh. "It’s to keep your testosterone and aggression focused on the field."

"Just a little longer..." Anya groaned, lying there limply. "I can’t take any more."

"Only twelve minutes this time?" Li Wei asked, looking at her with a hint of disappointment. "I thought you were going to teach me a lesson."

"I’m not in top form today," Anya’s voice was like a kitten’s mewl. "Next time... next time I’ll show you what I’ve really got."

"So what about me?" Li Wei asked, pointing to himself. "You got yours, but I’m not done yet."

"I..." Anya murmured, her voice faint. "Next time... I can’t right now..."

Li Wei wasn’t the type to force his girlfriend, so he could only regretfully accept Anya’s promise of "next time for sure."