Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 925 - 924 Solo Crosstalk

Chapter 925: 924 Solo Crosstalk

Classic jazz music rippled through the air, lively and light, as if one were in a small tavern in Lower Manhattan. In the cozy space, friends whispered intimately, chatting about life amidst the elegant romance of the music, stealing a moment of carefree leisure that floated effortlessly in the air.

Then—

“Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to…”

“Li… Wei…”

Clap clap clap. Cheering and roaring.

The audience in the studio erupted into applause and cheers, an explosive surge of energy swallowing the entire space in an instant.

Directly ahead, there was a small stage. Members of the band were seated in a tiered space on either side, creating a central aisle.

The door opened, and a tall and slender figure appeared, wearing a deep blue suit—sleek, tailored, and sharply defined. Its clean lines perfectly traced a proportionate and impeccable physique, exuding an elegant and debonair aura, completely different from his usual look.

With a single entrance, he effortlessly seized everyone’s attention and stirred up crashing waves.

Li Wei, made his grand entrance.

Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!

The applause and cheers somehow reached an even higher crescendo, surging to an impossible peak and unleashing an overwhelming energy that seemed to topple the studio. The vibrations of the space could be distinctly felt.

Wave after wave.

It wasn’t until Li Wei reached the front of the stage, standing mere steps away from the audience, that the sense of his towering presence and physical strength truly hit home—breaking the barrier of distance and space. His dominating aura was both palpable and real. It was a sharp contrast to the elegance and sophistication of his appearance.

At once, whistles and screams spiraled out of control, plunging the entire world into chaos—

Stunning. Electrifying.

Even if Little Manning himself were to make an appearance, he wouldn’t receive such a reception.

Let’s not forget, when Little Manning led the New York Giants to shatter the New England Patriots’ dreams of an undefeated season and clinched the Super Bowl, his fame soared to unprecedented heights. It was in this context that he was invited as a guest performer on “Saturday Night Live.”

Yet, compared to the moment’s atmosphere surrounding Li Wei, even Little Manning seemed overshadowed.

Right now, the overwhelming waves of cheers showed no sign of ending, continuing to roar in a never-ending symphony of noise.

This was a Li Wei people hadn’t seen before—a Li Wei who shed his sportswear for a suit, a Li Wei debuting in a Louis Vuitton suit for the first time.

Although the “Louis Vuitton X Li Wei X Nike” collaboration had already stirred up excitement for weeks, it wasn’t until today that people truly understood:

Louis Vuitton had made an incredibly wise and brilliant choice.

The suit, the lines, the proportions, and the aura — all were flawless. Instead of awkwardness or stiffness, Li Wei exuded an innate elegance and debonair charm, qualities unseen under his helmet and equipment.

Now, people finally understood why so many women were willing to scream for Li Wei.

Who could have imagined that Li Wei’s first appearance with Louis Vuitton would ignite such a frenzy on live television?

Not just within the studio—social media exploded almost instantaneously, with the frequency of posts becoming absurdly overwhelming.

Surging heatwaves threatened to engulf the entire studio.

Jost: ???

Jost’s segment was scheduled for later in the program and often referred to as the climax of the show. During the earlier half, he would allow himself some downtime, avoid repeatedly fixating on his script to prevent mental overload, and instead monitor the flow of the show, adjusting his mindset to align with the live atmosphere.

At that moment, standing in the waiting room, Jost could hear the commotion up front. Such treatment right at the start of the show was indeed rare.

Then—

Boom!

A volcanic eruption.

The atmosphere climbed to yet another level, even prompting Jost to fling open the waiting room door and sprint toward the studio, covering the distance in a few quick strides.

Soon, Jost realized he wasn’t alone—many staff members were also congregating near the stage. The legendary producer of the show, Lorne Michaels, was already standing there.

The producer affectionately nicknamed “Brother Long” was the show’s founder and undisputed cornerstone, wielding absolute authority over its operations. Furthermore, countless individuals had transitioned through “Saturday Night Live” to become comedy writers and actors, making Michaels a true mentor to countless talents with lofty reverence in both Los Angeles and New York.

Occasionally, Michaels would personally visit the studio during live broadcasts and wouldn’t mind being the subject of jokes or skits, even actively participating in special guest performances—showing no airs of superiority.

However, underestimating Michaels based on his on-screen persona would be a grave mistake. Known for his decisive and commanding personality, he wielded ironclad power that no one dared defy.

Tonight, Michaels was present to oversee Li Wei’s live broadcast personally.

Jost glanced at Michaels but didn’t have time for a greeting. Following Michaels’ gaze toward the stage, Jost almost choked on his saliva.

Li Wei had just pulled out a pack of cigarettes and casually extracted one, wearing an utterly nonchalant expression as he admired the raucous crowd before him.

Jost was practically about to wet his pants—

Brother Long! It wasn’t me! This part wasn’t written into the script by our team!

Smoking on live television?

While it didn’t necessarily violate any laws or moral boundaries, it definitely wasn’t setting a good example.

Michaels said nothing, maintaining an impassive expression as he continued to watch the stage.

Onstage, Li Wei held the cigarette between his fingers, looking utterly relaxed, seemingly unaware that Michaels was watching him directly.

Li Wei didn’t light the cigarette; instead, he lifted his gaze toward the audience.

“Let’s take the length of a cigarette, then we’ll officially begin.”

The underlying message was clear: giving the audience a cigarette’s worth of time to keep applauding and screaming before the show would officially start.

His calm composure and audacious swagger instantly reignited the studio.

Laughter, applause, whistles—a cacophony of excitement.

Li Wei casually held the cigarette in his mouth, raising one eyebrow slightly as he observed the audience’s rumbling eventually begin to settle. He removed the cigarette and spread his hands, his face hinting at playful resignation.

“Looks like we might need to start earlier than planned.”

Ha ha ha, the laughter was endless.

With effortless charm, he commanded the room completely, orchestrating the energy to perfection.

Li Wei calmly tucked the cigarette back into his suit pocket.

With just that one motion, the chaos in the studio gradually subsided. All attention began to focus on Li Wei, breaths held and gazes transfixed.

Then, Li Wei placed his right hand into his pants pocket, his posture relaxed yet authoritative.

“First of all, my last name is Li, and my first name is Wei.”

“I thought, after I snagged half of America’s advertising sponsorship contracts and…”

An eruption of laughter interrupted his line.

Li Wei didn’t lose his rhythm and continued.

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“And won two Super Bowl Championship Trophies, at the very least, the team at ‘Saturday Night Live’ would learn how to pronounce my name properly. But evidently…”

No further explanation was needed; Li Wei gave a slight shrug, an expression of helplessness.

Hahaha, hahaha.

Who would have guessed that Li Wei’s opening line would aim directly at the show itself?