Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 981 - 980 A Magnificent Sight

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Goodell fell silent—

Things seemed a little off.

Although Goodell had always hoped Li Wei could become the league’s new face, generating momentum for the NFL to further penetrate local markets and make a splash in overseas markets.

But now, Li Wei’s personal activities were so dominating that they overshadowed the Hall of Fame game kicking off the new season. Is this really a good thing?

Moreover, looking at the schedule, Nike and Louis Vuitton clearly knew that August 1st was the Hall of Fame game, yet they intentionally overlapped schedules, possibly using it to create a talking point; now, they’ve made use of the Hall of Fame game and stepped on it.

This...

Indeed, Goodell is optimistic about Li Wei and has been behind the scenes fueling the fire, but what he hoped for was Li Wei attracting attention for the league. Now, it’s the league creating headlines for Li Wei, which is a complete reversal.

However, Goodell had long anticipated this day, as it is inevitable because true top stars always transcend the sport itself.

The difference is that the next step wouldn’t be "using" but "collaboration."

This account needs careful calculation by Goodell, as he never imagined this day would come so quickly, completely catching him off guard.

Not only the players but Goodell as well, and even the team owners noticed, bustling and casting their gaze from top to bottom—

The 2019 NFL season curtain rose, but the day’s focus was on...

Li Wei.

Yet does social media care?

No, no one cares.

More accurately, social media is the biggest driver of the rolling heatwave, with traffic sweeping in like a tidal wave, and thirty-seven minutes later, it further exploded.

According to the original plan, at exactly nine in the morning, the Nike and Louis Vuitton flagship stores should have opened, officially launching the limited edition series.

However, just before the second hand hit the hour mark, a figure quietly appeared—

Glenn Carter, a "victory fan" who moved to Kansas City just this February, drove to New York specifically to be the first to buy a pair of limited edition sneakers, believing they have collectible value and the potential to appreciate, making them impossible to pass up.

As soon as he arrived on Fifth Avenue, Carter realized his guess was right.

Even though he believed he came early enough, arriving two days in advance to queue at the scene, he only found himself at the very end of a long line, right at a crossroad. To not impede the normal flow of traffic, the line made a 180-degree turn and folded back on itself.

On one hand, Carter felt very excited as it suggested the sneakers might have more potential for appreciation than he imagined.

On the other hand, Carter was slightly worried. Although Nike hadn’t mentioned a limit, if he didn’t manage to buy them, all his efforts would be in vain.

The anxiety and excitement mixed together as Carter stood on tiptoe to look forward. The store opening time was almost here, so why hadn’t there been any movement?

At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, good morning, may I ask if this is the line for the Nike flagship store?"

Carter didn’t turn around, keeping his eyes fixed on the front of the line.

"The line is definitely here, but the tail end isn’t."

"The line has already turned ninety degrees onto the neighboring street. If it’s completely surrounded this building, follow the line to the left street and see for yourself."

Nervous as he was, Carter still offered a detailed answer with kindness.

The voice beside him continued to ask, "I didn’t expect so many people today. Isn’t this just a limited series? And you’re rushing to get it first?"

Carter laughed, "Just wanted to be the first to own them. You came too late..."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, first seeing a chin, part of a neck, and some of the chest beneath, then reflexively looked upward, and froze—

"Damn it, rookie?"

A curse word escaped from Carter’s mouth as his jaw dropped, looking like a fool.

The next second, all eyes turned their way, and the tall and striking figure immediately caught their attention, causing the crowd to momentarily enter a daze.

That was clearly Li Wei.

There was an audible gasp all around, mixed with curses.

Li Wei displayed a smile, "Relax, I’m not the harbinger of doom."

Carter blinked, his brain a total blank. "But you..." Looking around, Carter still couldn’t comprehend how Li Wei ended up here.

The official announcements from Nike and Louis Vuitton made no mention of him.

Some fans felt a bit wistful, but considering that the preseason was about to start and thinking Li Wei must be busy preparing, they swallowed their complaints, one after another stating:

"See you at Arrowhead Stadium!"

This hashtag even briefly trended on social media.

Yet?

Carter felt his brain was utterly stuck, unable to utter a word.

Only by being this close could people truly feel Li Wei’s aura. People often complained he wasn’t tall or robust enough, but now it seemed that was because Li Wei was usually standing amidst a group of giants. Out of the field and into reality, his presence was overwhelming.

Li Wei gently curved his lips, "I’ve been worried about sneaker sales, so I came over to lend a hand and quietly give them a boost."

"But seeing this line, I guess it won’t be my turn today. I’ll just watch, and watch, and then envy you guys in real-time."

Hahaha.

All around, laughter broke out.

Li Wei raised his right hand, looking at Carter, "Good luck, and don’t spend money recklessly, or your parents might just storm the basement for a surprise check."

The place erupted with laughter.

Li Wei was teasing them, implying they all lived like failures or idle folks residing in their parents’ basements, and only people like them would queue up to buy sneakers.

He roasted everyone—

In a playful manner.

Carter alone didn’t laugh.

Carter stood dumbly, his brain losing all functionality. After a brief hesitation, he realized Li Wei was still holding up his right hand, waiting calmly.

Finally, his reflexes kicked in, and he gave Li Wei a high-five.

Smack!

Crisp and loud, Carter involuntarily shivered.

Always, Carter had simply enjoyed the atmosphere brought by victory and championships—players from the Kansas City Chiefs appeared as idols on a pedestal, with their many legendary deeds circulating among fans.

But today, it felt different.

The dream seemed to be turning into reality.

Carter stared blankly at Li Wei as Li Wei started moving, high-fiving everyone in line as he proceeded forward.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The massive crowd transformed into a wave, slowly spreading forward, with more and more people noticing Li Wei’s presence. The frenzy quietly fueled the air, gradually heating up the atmosphere.

A tropical storm was quietly brewing.

Involuntarily, Carter felt his heart race with excitement, familiar with the sensation of his heart escaping gravity—rising like a hot air balloon, higher, and higher, and higher, until it soared above the surging wave before him, bursting with passion!