Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 838 - 837 A group of friends

Chapter 838: 837 A group of friends

Chapter 838: 837 A group of friends

Hey, Annie, we won.

But this isn’t the end.

Rest assured, we won’t stop fighting, just like that girl named Annie Galas—in a battle she knew would end on purpose from the start, she kept fighting, kept running, and always kept smiling.

Now, we will carry her dreams and continue fighting all the way.

Not just this season, but next year, and the year after, and the year after that. We will never forget that there was a girl, who, in her short eleven years of life, seized every moment to burn brightly and release it all, making time lose its meaning while giving life a whole new meaning.

To live shouldn’t simply mean just living.

Fly, Annie, fly—just like a Chieftain.

No, it should be that the Chieftain flies like her, refusing compromise, refusing surrender, refusing to give up, standing tall and proud in the face of all unknowns and challenges.

Softly exhaling, Li Wei’s fingertips rested on the surface of the coffin, icy to the touch. The light drizzle danced delicately onto his fingers, fluttering and carefree, as if performing a tap dance.

Indeed, even the rain is like Annie, smiling in the face of storms.

Thus, a smile climbed up Li Wei’s lips, and he placed the lily on the coffin.

“Goodbye, Annie Galas.”

Looking up, Li Wei caught sight of Jenna, her expression full of confusion and panic. He followed Jenna and Jeff’s gaze, turned around, and glanced back at Mr. and Mrs. Galas with a knowing look.

“Annie’s friends might be a bit more numerous than we imagined.”

A bit?

Judging by the scene before them, it should be “a great deal more,” shouldn’t it?

This… completely shattered expectations!

Leading the procession at the front were Mahomes and Kelsey. In their black suits, they looked slightly uncomfortable, as if they were kids sneaking into their father’s wardrobe. Following closely behind them was a long trail.

Berry and Houston, two veterans; Hill, Jones, Watkins, Fuller, and the third-year group; Buck, Damien, and even those quieter players from the locker room were all present without exception.

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One, two, three, four, five—it was an unending, majestic line slowly advancing amidst the bluish rain curtain, orderly, uniform, and disciplined.

Unbelievable—they had all quietly waited at the cemetery gate.

Solely for Annie’s funeral.

Even Jenna and Jeff couldn’t disguise their astonishment.

Jenna, unfamiliar with football, knew only bits and pieces about the rules of the game, let alone identifying every Kansas City Chiefs team member. But now, Jenna was certain the entire Kansas City Chiefs team was in attendance, with nobody left out, including even those from the practice squad.

Because there were far more than fifty people present.

Suddenly, Jenna realized—

They were all Annie’s friends. Annie, who had always worried no one would attend her funeral, was now surrounded by a group of kindred friends in the end.

The thought left Jenna frozen in place, and when she spotted Felix and Karen at the tail end of the procession, she could no longer hold herself together. She fell apart, standing dumbly in place, letting her tears flow unchecked.

Sob sob sob.

Jenna stood quietly in place, crying softly, her sobs swallowed by the sound of rain.

Jeff tried to comfort his wife, but as his right hand reached Jenna’s shoulder, he froze, a deep, indescribable sadness tightening around his heart, leaving him unable to control himself. He turned away in a fluster to wipe at his overheated cheeks.

Karen pushed Felix to the coffin’s side, ready to assist, but Felix tapped Karen’s hand gently. “Mom, I need to do this myself.”

Karen’s gaze met Felix’s, steadfast and resolute, leaving her unable to object. She nodded quietly.

Felix struggled to grip the wheelchair’s armrests firmly, using his own strength to stand, wobbling, teetering, on the verge of falling—but deep breaths steadied him, and he managed to stay upright.

A figure approached quickly. Felix lifted his head to see the umbrella shielding him from the rain, then met Li Wei’s calm yet determined gaze. Felix wanted to decline but was interrupted by Li Wei.

“You’re not planning to reenact *The Notebook* by crying under a storm, are you?”

Felix broke into a muted laugh and followed with a small joke. “A storm? Come on, the famous Li Wei is afraid of just a little drizzle?”

Li Wei was unfazed. “You don’t know? After the last game, my knee was so swollen, it still hasn’t straightened out.”

Felix paused in confusion, unsure whether Li Wei was joking or serious. A beat later, he caught the hint of a smile in Li Wei’s eyes.

Felix let out a soft breath and turned his gaze to the coffin before him. “Annie, look, the rookie’s spouting nonsense again. What do we do? Want to spar with him some more? None of us can shut him up.”

Though Felix tried his best to smile, sorrow seeped through, like the slow creeping tides of dark blue sea, swallowing everything above.

“Haha. I had hoped you’d speak at my funeral instead, but you beat me to it. That’s just like you, Annie Galas, breaking the rules and catching us all off guard.”

“Things…”

Words drowned in tears, Felix fumbled to wipe them away with the back of his hand, forcing a smile and doing his best to level his lips.

“Sorry. We agreed, didn’t we? Whichever one of us left first, the other would flash a big smile as a farewell. Annie, if you saw me like this now, you’d laugh yourself silly. I shouldn’t be this way…”

But the tears didn’t stop.

Felix eventually abandoned trying to dry them. His shoulders slumped as he stared helplessly at the coffin, unable to fight back against the inevitability of death. His grip on the white lily weakened as his arm hung limply at his side.

The rain danced lightly on the umbrella’s surface, moving with ease.

Finally, Felix regained control over himself, his knees trembling slightly, his stance unsteady, but he still refused Li Wei’s help and stood tall on his own strength.

Felix gazed at the coffin, stepping closer to place the lily gently on top. Lowering his voice, he whispered words meant only for her.

“Until the final whistle blows, it’s not over. I won’t give up, Annie. I won’t.”

Softly, gently, yet emanating an undeniable strength from his soul.

He understood. He knew. On the surface, Annie seemed so brave, strong, optimistic, and cheerful; but it was all a facade. In the quiet of night, the fear within would gnash its teeth and claw at her soul, each smile a careful balance requiring endless energy to mask the vulnerability beneath.

But fear does not equal weakness.

Quite the opposite. When fear is released, it gives one the courage and tenacity to continue a destined-to-fail battle.

And so, he would emulate her—knowing the ending is already written, he would fight until the last moment.

Felix straightened his body once more, his fingertips brushing along the edge of the coffin with lingering fondness before bidding a final farewell.

“Good night, Annie.”