Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 931 - 930 Calling the Storm

Chapter 931: 930 Calling the Storm

Li Wei understood Donald; it was Donald’s professional opinion as an agent, but Li Wei had a different perspective.

“Indeed, if we take a step back and let other hotspots dominate the headlines, things will quiet down soon enough.”

“But quiet doesn’t mean disappearing, right?”

Li Wei looked at Donald, his face calm, with a composed and serene smile.

“Quiet is just lying dormant, temporarily unseen; and then, waiting for the right moment to resurface without warning and cause devastation.”

Donald choked on his words and thought seriously for a moment, “But if we cool things down temporarily, we can avoid escalating the conflict and gain some breathing room.”

Li Wei nodded, “Of course. It’s a stalling tactic, and it will likely work, giving us three to five days of peace. But the problems are still there; they won’t disappear.”

“Donald, to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. That’s just the way it is.”

“What’s done is done. From now on, my every move will be scrutinized under the spotlight. Avoidance won’t solve the problem. Do you remember what you told me back then?”

“People will love my story — a clueless rookie clumsily stumbling onto the college football field, then stirring up waves in the professional league. A Chinese kid, a grassroots unknown standing at the pinnacle of success — it’s the classic American dream. People will go wild for it.”

“People will put me on a pedestal. Even the smallest of my achievements will be exaggerated beyond recognition. They’ll turn me into something that never even existed, as if my every action could change the world.”

“And then?”

Li Wei looked at Donald.

Donald, usually expressionless, managed a smile; he remembered. Li Wei remembered it word for word.

These were the exact words Donald had used to persuade Li Wei to sign with him back then.

Two years later, what was once said was becoming reality, unfolding step by step. And now, it was Li Wei who was truly showing the courage to face the storm head-on.

Donald picked up where Li Wei left off, “And then, they’ll tear you off that pedestal.”

“People will attack you, betray you, humiliate you, slander you, doing everything they can to destroy you.”

“Climbing to the peak of fame and fortune is hard, but many have done it. What truly destroys them is what comes after — the downhill path. That’s the truly difficult part.”

“So, what will you do? Will you muster the courage to overcome it all, to keep fighting and rise again?”

Donald’s tone was measured, true to his usual style, but this time, it wasn’t about persuading Li Wei. It was about awakening the ambition and fighting spirit within himself.

Similar words, different context.

As Li Wei said, the media wouldn’t relent, netizens wouldn’t stay silent, rumors and storms wouldn’t vanish. They would always be there. Avoidance wouldn’t solve the problem.

It’s precisely in these challenging moments — how one faces them, handles them, and fights back — that define a person. It’s also the inevitable road to greatness.

Donald’s eyes revealed a hint of resignation. Li Wei’s growth had far outpaced his expectations.

Quietly observing Li Wei, Donald saw a bright light shimmering in his eyes; even though Li Wei didn’t speak, Donald already had his answer —

That determination, vigor, and resilience were exactly what had drawn Donald to Li Wei in the first place, weren’t they?

Donald worried that Li Wei might follow in the footsteps of Beckham and Brady, losing himself in the pain of negative press and tabloid rumors. Granted, Beckham and Brady eventually found their way, building their careers in their own ways. But still, Donald hoped Li Wei wouldn’t have to go through those twists and turns.

Yet now, it seemed his worries were unnecessary.

Donald couldn’t help but feel invigorated himself. “So, are you ready?”

Li Wei shrugged lightly.

Donald chuckled despite himself. He realized his own hesitation and caution, drew a deep breath, and regrouped. “Then let’s face it together.”

In sharp contrast, Li Wei had remained composed and at ease throughout. The root of it all was simple: nothing significant had actually happened. It was merely the paparazzi chasing shadows and netizens overthinking. If a small storm of attention like this was enough to cause a meltdown, the future would only get tougher.

Li Wei looked at Donald. “I think we might be overthinking things.”

Donald was puzzled.

Li Wei: “Look, this is a movie premiere. It has nothing to do with football. For this year’s Super Bowl, the Los Angeles viewership ratings were only on par with the nationwide average, right? If I recall correctly, this is Hollywood, where people have countless entertainment choices.”

“So I’m guessing most of the moviegoers might not even know who I am.”

“And during this premiere, with so many stars gathered — top-tier Hollywood celebrities — there’s no way a complete outsider like me could steal the spotlight.”

“Maybe, we’ll attend, only for no one to pay any attention. By the next day, I’d just be a footnote in the papers. If football fans are curious about what I’m up to, they might even need to dig through social media hashtags to find me among a sea of stars. It might take some effort.”

Teasing, joking, bantering.

Clearly, that was the right approach —

After all, it was just a movie premiere.

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However, Li Wei still underestimated his own crossover appeal. After months of constant media bombardment, this NFL superstar had shed his “newcomer” label, fully transforming into a “superstar.” Even in Hollywood, his handsome and striking Chinese features easily stood out.

The key was, he was noticeable.

Amid the crowd of blonde hair and blue eyes, his black hair and dark eyes were already distinctive. What’s more, his tall, lean, well-proportioned physique rivaled that of Hollywood stars. The carefree elegance in his brows effortlessly drew every gaze.

The moment he appeared, he stood out.

The vehicle slowly came to a stop outside the Chinese Theater. Li Wei stepped onto the red carpet.

Tonight, Li Wei wore a custom suit —

A plaid blazer paired with black trousers, featuring a patchwork of dark green, deep blue, burgundy, and jet black. The design was understated yet luxurious, refined yet bold. Underneath, a black shirt and black bow tie complemented black dress pants and polished black shoes. Not a hint of excess, yet a subtle sense of fashion radiated effortlessly.

The red carpet was bustling, teeming with people. As stars continued to arrive and enter the venue, the theater’s entrance was a cacophony of activity.

Yet, as the crowd’s gaze swept across the scene, it would invariably return to Li Wei.

Rustling whispers, buzzing chatter — the murmurs wouldn’t stop. People speculated whether he was a new cast member debuting in “Avengers 4” or perhaps the lead in an upcoming Marvel series. One after another, they couldn’t contain their excitement.

The air sizzled with energy.

Donald quietly let out a sigh of relief.

As expected, film and football were worlds apart. Li Wei’s recognition here was lower compared to the NFL. He felt like a fresh, curious party crasher. Although eyes lingered on him, they maintained distance. The chaos and frenzy they feared hadn’t materialized.

It seemed Li Wei had been right after all.

But that relief lasted only three seconds—

“Li Wei!”