Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 899 - 898 wins best in a row

Chapter 899: 898 wins best in a row

“Li Wei VS Donald”—

Absolute focus!

To be precise, it started brewing last year, but regrettably fizzled out early in the playoffs. Li Wei and Donald’s first encounter didn’t materialize, yet the anticipation persisted all the way to this year. Bolstered by the interplay of timing, opportunity, and mutual readiness, the clash gradually gained momentum.

From the mid-season Super Bowl stirring anticipation to the thrilling crescendo of the conference finals leading to the perfect matchup, despite the slightly regrettable “Summit of the Forbidden” duel at the end, the collision between these two leaders extended to the final moments of the game, living up to expectations.

It became even more of a sensation than the game itself, attracting not just the attention of viewers but also all media reporters waiting for this moment.

Layer after layer, circle upon circle, the crowd enveloped the two players.

Donald had calmed down. Though he still felt bitterness and struggle, he was able to face Li Wei and the countless eyes upon him with composure.

Donald graciously shook Li Wei’s right hand and bumped shoulders.

“Congratulations. Your performance tonight was impeccable—it was a beautiful victory.”

Respect won.

But it didn’t mean conceding, “Next season. Next season, we’ll go again.”

Such simple words nonetheless revealed the bitterness in Donald’s voice.

Li Wei didn’t console Donald, knowing that any words would feel hollow. Instead, he said, “Now, it’s one to one.”

Mid-season Super Bowl, Donald won.

Real Super Bowl, Li Wei won.

Over the last two seasons, the league’s best offensive and defensive players each claimed a victory. Yet, all of that now belongs to history.

When they meet next time, everything will start again.

That single sentence was enough.

Donald nodded heavily, a surge of courage brimming within him. “Next season, I hope we’ll meet on this stage again.”

Li Wei put on a helpless expression. “Oh, oh, oh, humility—do have some humility. I’m only thinking about the season opener right now. I didn’t realize you were this kind of Aron.”

“Hahaha.” Donald burst into hearty laughter.

As Donald turned away, Li Wei spotted Goff waiting quietly nearby.

Goff had an utterly dejected look, seemingly about to cry at any moment. Yet, he mustered courage to offer his congratulations to Li Wei.

Li Wei thought of Foles.

After a brief hesitation, he spoke, “This is just the beginning. People will keep telling you that this is your last chance. But whether it really is—only you get to decide.”

Goff was currently despondent, immersed in his disappointment, and didn’t react. It wasn’t until he left the crowd and stood aside that he snapped out of it, taking a deep breath as he stood there dazed:

Would this really not be the last time? Did he truly have a chance to return to such a stage? After enduring a season like this and ending it in such a way, did he genuinely have the courage to face the media and the trolls online?

Goff’s gaze returned to Li Wei, as if looking at a worthy idol to follow. So during these two years, how had Li Wei done it?

Yet completely unexpectedly, Li Wei was busy—he’d already been swallowed up by the crowd once again, while Steel continued to diligently fulfill his duties—

McVay also arrived, wanting to personally say something to Li Wei.

“Now I finally understand what Coach Burns meant when he talked about being a genius.”

After saying that and exchanging some pleasantries, McVay turned and left.

At the post-game press conference, a reporter asked McVay what he had said to Li Wei. McVay repeated his perspective.

“I understand that in this league, everyone’s a genius because genius is the minimum threshold for entering the professional stage. Donald is also a genius, but when I look at Li Wei, I now understand what true genius is.”

“In just two short seasons—even if we count the NCAA, it’s only been three—can you believe that three years ago Li Wei knew nothing about football?”

“So who was it that made him play football?”

Burns: “Guess it’s my fault?”

Donald: “…Hey, Coach, it’s not my problem!”

Praise from the opposing coach—undoubtedly the highest form of recognition.

In fact, McVay wasn’t the only one who thought so—

Soon after the game concluded, the Super Bowl MVP results were announced.

“Li Wei!”

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“Li Wei retains the Super Bowl MVP award for the second consecutive season.”

“Unquestionable—a unanimous selection from everyone involved.”

“At this moment, listing the stats is no longer relevant, though they do showcase just how extraordinary Li Wei’s performance was during this game—easily his most outstanding and comprehensive showing of the season.”

“But beyond the numbers, what stood out was Li Wei’s ability to interpret the game, elevate his performance at crucial moments, precisely grasp the rhythm of play, and perfectly embody the roles of commander and spiritual leader, leading the Kansas City Chiefs to defend their throne step by step. He was undoubtedly the best-performing player of both teams.”

“Super Bowl MVP—deserved beyond dispute!”

“This achievement not only breaks the Super Bowl curse for regular season MVPs but also makes Li Wei the first player in twenty years to claim both Regular Season and Super Bowl MVP honors in the same season, dominating the field with an unrivaled performance.”

“It’s unbelievable—this young player is merely a sophomore, yet his legendary journey rivals and stands toe-to-toe with Kurt Warner, each having their own merits.”

“Back then, Warner led the St. Louis Rams to two consecutive Super Bowls, only to fall short in defending the title in the second year. But now, Li Wei has rewritten fate—and history.”

“Defense!”

“Through his performance, Li Wei has left a small, indelible mark on the vast river of history and is continuing to march down a path toward greatness.”

Clap, clap.

Someone lightly patted Li Wei’s shoulder from behind.

Li Wei turned and found Li Yi and Jiang Yin standing there.

A smile spread across his face as he prepared to call out to them, only for Jiang Yin to open her arms and pull Li Wei into a hug.

Li Wei… wasn’t used to it.

Despite Li Yi and Jiang Yin living in North America for so many years, in their household, they maintained Hua Xia’s tradition of avoiding physical contact or openly expressing emotions.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yin hugged Li Wei tightly.

Li Wei chuckled awkwardly. “Mom, thank you.”

He thought Jiang Yin was expressing her congratulations in this way, but to his surprise, Jiang Yin didn’t immediately let go. Instead, she held the hug for a long time.

Long enough that Li Wei began to question it, glancing at Li Yi, who offered no explanation and gestured as if to say, “No idea either.” “Mom?”

Jiang Yin had too many thoughts but didn’t know how to express them. She knew how much hardship lay behind this championship trophy, and she understood how priceless and significant this moment was—it was far more than just a championship. So all she could do was hold Li Wei tightly.

“You’ve worked hard.”

In the end, all her thoughts boiled down to a simple sentence.

Finally, Jiang Yin released the hug and displayed a wide smile. “Our Xiao Wei is now a champion—for the third time in a row.” Jiang Yin held up three fingers, her joy understated yet genuine, shining through her eyes.