Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 528

Chapter 528: 527 Arch-rivals meet Chapter 528: 527 Arch-rivals meet Competitive sports, professional players—most of them have distinct personalities and are fiercely competitive, never yielding in defeat.

Watt and Li Wei are no exceptions.

The difference lies in how to maintain a sense of proportion and discretion, and whether one can distinguish between competitions and personal life, controlling oneself with a professional demeanor—

You must never bring grudges from the field into your personal life.

However, as much as everyone understands this principle, it’s not that easy to adhere to.

Right now, there’s one such person, DeAndre Hopkins, Wide Receiver for the Houston Texans, currently the most sought-after Wide Receiver in the League, leading this season in touchdown receptions.

He possesses not only speed but also strength in confrontation; his route-running and tactical execution abilities are also exceptional.

Since joining the League in 2013, he’s become a receiving force to be reckoned with.

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Last offseason, the Houston Texans inked a five-year, eighty-one million US Dollar contract with Hopkins, including forty-nine million guaranteed and a seven million five hundred thousand signing bonus, making him one of the highest-paid Wide Receivers in the League.

And Hopkins didn’t let the team down, delivering a top-notch performance in the 2017 season, proving his worth with actions.

One could say he was riding high on the success.

Clearly, Hopkins isn’t interested in playing by anyone else’s rules.

There, seeing Li Wei, the star Wide Receiver rolled his eyes.

“Pfft.”

Right from their meeting, he made his stance clear, with no intention to conceal it.

“Hey, guys, look who it is!

Isn’t that the Super Bowl MVP?

My God, let’s hurry and pay our respects, catch some luck—not because Roger Goodell might make things difficult for us.”

Sarcasm fired at full blast.

That’s quite a lot to take in.

Mahomes: ???

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What’s going on?

Mahomes couldn’t understand the hostility emanating from Hopkins.

If it was because the Houston Texans lost to the Kansas City Chiefs in the regular season, that would be rather small-minded.

If he was defending Watt, the latter himself didn’t seem to care, so why the whining?

Could it be a secret crush on Watt?

Having circled through possibilities, Mahomes had no answers, so he leaned towards Li Wei and whispered, “You stole his girlfriend.”

“Bingo,” admitted Li Wei without hesitation.

Cough cough.

Mahomes choked on his own spit, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief, only to realize Li Wei was joking when he saw the laughter in his eyes, and he exhaled deeply.

The correct answer lay in their college days.

Hopkins attended Clemson and held a deep-seated enmity toward the University of Alabama, with all the frustrations and depressions from losing to the Crimson Tide Storm four times in the past five years—how could Clemson’s students ever forget?

A reason?

No reason needed; Hopkins simply didn’t like the sight of Li Wei!

However.

Li Wei wasn’t an easy opponent either.

Faced with Hopkins’s attacks, his demeanor unchanged, not only did he not panic, but he also stood his ground with a smile, slightly puffed up his chest, and deliberately lifted his chin to look down on Hopkins from the corner of his eye.

“I am waiting.”

Everyone: ???

Waiting for what?

Hopkins was also puzzled, obviously not keeping up with Li Wei’s pace.

Li Wei shook his head slightly, showing an expression of exasperation, thinking this guy’s intellect was insufficient for provoking others.

“Kneeling.

Never mind, forget kneeling, a bow will do.”

“I am still waiting.”

Since Hopkins sneered that they should bow in awe to Li Wei or else Goodell might shut them away in a dark room, Li Wei agreed to it proudly and upright.

And just like that, Hopkins found himself in an awkward, uncomfortable position, neither here nor there.

Uncomfortable.

Pff.

Laughter came from the side, and Hopkins turned his head in fury, only to see Cameron Jordan’s face, his expression calm and unashamed as he faced Hopkins’ glare, even puffing out his chest without any hint of evasion.

Hopkins’ anger immediately dissipated.

“DeAndre, I told you not to mess with these guys so easily,”

Watt’s figure emerged from behind them.

Perfect timing, as JJ, Derrick, and TJ—the three brothers—took the stage, with Derrick walking up to Robinson, TJ approaching Li Wei, and JJ taking the role of the gracious host and taking control of the situation.

“I say this not because they are my guests, my friends, but because each of them is not easy to provoke.

I’m scared of them myself,”

A self-deprecating joke brought about a wave of laughter.

“If I wanted to teach them a lesson, I would choose to do it on the training field and the battleground, through a fair and honest contest, where I think I might have an advantage,”

Watt said, cracking his knuckles, the snappy sound like fireworks popping.

“DeAndre, you should take note of that.”

Hopkins muttered to himself, obviously still a little disgruntled and complaining, but in the end, he did not make a scene, turning his head away to avoid eye contact with Li Wei.

Watt didn’t mind, looking around at everyone.

“Friends, thank you for being willing to come support me, the offseason this year is very important to me, very, very much so,”

“Derrick and TJ agreed to help out because they had no room to refuse; but your willingness to come is purely my honor,”

“Today, we’ve met briefly, no training.

I’ve arranged a private yacht for this afternoon, where we can enjoy the sights of the Atlantic, then do some fishing and sunbathing, and have a little party,”

“But watch your alcohol intake.

Because training starts tomorrow morning.”

“The first week is basic training, just to relax, everything is very simple.

You need to switch from vacation mode to training mode, while I need to move from injury mode into training mode.

It’s fine to start the training with a relaxed and enjoyable mindset, there’s no need to put too much pressure on yourselves,”

“I’ve heard about Michael Jordan’s ‘Breakfast Club’, and I thought, hey, why not have Watt’s ‘Breakfast Club’?”

Cameron Jordan: Huh?

Why emulate the ‘Breakfast Club’ of all things?

Mahomes blinked, “Rookie, what is ‘The Breakfast Club’?”

Li Wei, “It’s a movie, released in 1985, very good.”

Mahomes looked enlightened.

Watt, however, paid no attention to the commotion and his smile spread.

“Tomorrow morning, training starts promptly at five and will last two hours, ending at seven.

If we can’t finish the prescribed training by seven o’clock, then there will be no breakfast,”

Watt said, showing off a bright, happy smile along with his neat, white teeth.

Mahomes looked at Li Wei: Wait, what you said earlier isn’t right.

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Exhausted.

Heavy.

Li Wei felt like he could barely keep his eyes open now.

Yesterday afternoon, that bunch of guys came up with all sorts of reasons to force drinks on him, despite Li Wei’s best efforts to fend them off, he still ended up drunk and groggy.

So, he slept for a few hours in the bedroom of the private yacht that afternoon.

He didn’t drink in the evening, but since he slept too long in the afternoon, the vacation sleep schedule he had gotten used to was completely disrupted, leaving him wide awake when it was time to sleep.

Thinking about the early morning training tomorrow and its undoubtedly intimidating intensity, he lay down in bed early, closed his eyes, counted sheep, and forced himself to rest.

But not being able to sleep meant just that, and just when he was dozing off, it seemed like not even five minutes had passed when his phone began to roar wildly.

Like Harry Potter’s Howler.