Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 935 - 934 Marvelous Hand Restores Youth

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Chapter 935: 934 Marvelous Hand Restores Youth

Oh no, counter-killed.

Li Wei’s eyes revealed a trace of helplessness as he exchanged glances with Olsen.

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Olsen eagerly awaited Li Wei’s next move.

Li Wei’s plan to use Olsen as an escape strategy had fallen through. Now what?

Not just Olsen—the reporters in front of them stared at Li Wei like wolves eyeing their prey, their eager postures instantly igniting the heat of the moment.

Li Wei didn’t evade them. Spreading his hands, he turned to face the reporters, a look of resignation on his face.

“Rejected.”

Reporters: ???

Olsen: ???

Li Wei’s bluntness was unexpected. Wait a minute, what is Li Wei plotting?

However, Li Wei left no time for reactions and directly followed up.

“I blame you all for this.”

“It’s all because of your baseless gossip, making the girls steer clear of me. Just now, Elizabeth and I were having a delightful conversation—it was all on track, but you’ve ruined everything.”

“Looks like I’ll have to stay single tonight. Truly regrettable.”

Brilliant! Utterly brilliant!

The whole time, Li Wei never mentioned Ariana or Swift’s names, nor did he touch on the rumors directly. Yet, with such a poised approach, he managed to dispel all the gossip.

Marvelous!

Now, what if Olsen had agreed?

Then Li Wei could’ve smoothly declared that all the rumors about Ariana and Swift were entirely fabricated; Olsen, in front of everyone, would’ve extended an invitation, putting everything out in the open.

That forthright and upright stance would’ve directly addressed all the rumors.

Attack if possible, retreat if necessary—

Flawless.

Of course, reporters could continue pressing, pursuing different angles, but Li Wei had already taken the invincible position. They could even predict their questions would hit a dead end like a wall.

Precisely because they understood this, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside.

Unbelievable!

The sizzling hot rumors of the past few days—Li Wei had dismissed them with casual ease, not only protecting Ariana and Swift but leaving no room for further manipulation.

The reporters stood frozen on the spot, their brains momentarily crashing.

After waiting painstakingly and preparing meticulously, the result—

That’s it?

Everything collapsed instantly.

Olsen, standing aside, knew it wasn’t the best time to laugh. But seeing the dumbfounded, disheartened reporters, she couldn’t help herself. She quickly turned away, stifling her laughter as her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

However, as the person at the center of it all, Li Wei seemed completely unaware of the ripples he’d caused, continuing to smile brightly.

“I’m not the star of the night, so I’ll take my leave and let the true stars shine on stage.”

With that, Li Wei turned to go, throwing the reporters into panic.

Entirely, completely, they’d been led by Li Wei’s nose.

“Li Wei, can I ask—can I ask who designed your outfit tonight?”

In their frantic scramble, they could only grasp at the last straw—

Fashion.

In this context, “who designed the outfit” is more about the designer, not the brand, which is rarely named at events like this. Designers typically take the spotlight.

Li Wei paused mid-step.

“You’ve stumped me.”

What kind of answer was that?

“I don’t know anything about fashion. My stylist gives me something, and I wear it. In areas I’m not well-versed in, the best I can do is shut up and listen.”

“So, I truly, truly, truly thank certain brands for choosing to sponsor me and hope they won’t regret it now because of my performance.”

Wait a minute, was Li Wei joking about Louis Vuitton?

Li Wei actually teased the sponsor?

Everyone exchanged glances, and one reporter couldn’t contain their excitement.

“Li Wei, are you sure this isn’t Louis Vuitton’s work?”

Li Wei immediately placed his index finger to his lips. “Shhh. No advertisements allowed.”

Reporters: ???

In the next second, laughter erupted uncontrollably, even spilling into applause and whistles from some reporters who couldn’t contain themselves.

If Li Wei had simply said “Louis Vuitton” earlier, the answer would have been dull, swallowed by the night’s larger stories.

But now, with this maneuver, he’d instantly crafted a headline.

Brilliant!

Not just the reporters—the surrounding audience also couldn’t hold back their collective laughter.

Amidst the chaos, Li Wei extended a gentlemanly invitation gesture toward Olsen, maintaining a respectful distance as the two moved forward under the intense scrutiny of countless gazes.

Only then did the reporters snap out of it, frantically calling Li Wei’s name and chasing after him amidst the jostling crowd.

The scene was truly astonishing.

Hemsworth realized far too late that his cover had been blown. He stood there, helplessly gazing off into the distance, visibly disgruntled and looking utterly defeated.

Instinctively, Hemsworth turned around, attempting to flee the scene of the “crime.”

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

“Chris!”

Olsen called out.

Hemsworth closed his eyes, struggling with annoyance, reluctantly stopping in his tracks, and eventually turned around, trying his best to appear nonchalant, flashing an exaggerated smile.

“Hey, Elizabeth!”

Olsen didn’t pick up on the subtle tension in the air, eagerly stepping up to introduce the two gentlemen to each other.

Not far away, Li Wei and Hemsworth shook hands and exchanged pleasantries amidst the chaotic clicks of flashing lights, the scene relentlessly documented.

Slowly, slowly, the reporters began to notice something was off.

But what was it? They couldn’t put their finger on it.

Mulling it over more carefully, they finally realized that the cameras’ focus was entirely on Li Wei—

Was that normal?

Professional athletes attending Hollywood movie premieres wasn’t particularly unusual—Rodgers, Brady, Watt, and others had all attended movie premieres at some point, further proving the overlapping dynamics of the entertainment and sports worlds.

But truth be told, athletes generally didn’t steal the spotlight at film premieres, in the same way Hollywood stars weren’t the stars of the Super Bowl stage.

The boundary between industries was unmistakable.

Tonight, the same was expected for Li Wei. Even Li Wei himself knew this—he was just a supporting act, a spectator who naturally deferred the spotlight to the true stars.

But here? That wasn’t the case.

Standing before Hemsworth—arguably Hollywood’s hottest heartthrob of recent years, the epitome of sex appeal—Li Wei’s height and build didn’t pale in comparison.

In fact, Hemsworth was five centimeters taller than Li Wei.

But!

When the two of them stood side by side, the entire presence, posture, and aura subtly tilted toward Li Wei, irresistibly drawing the focus onto him.

There was even an uncanny feeling, as if Hemsworth appeared slightly timid and dwarfed—his efforts to stand tall and confident made him seem all the more breathless and faint-hearted.

The visual impression suggested “Thor Li Wei, amateur Hemsworth” might have been the proper narrative all along.

Reporters couldn’t help but recall Hemsworth’s early days in Hollywood when his thick Australian accent earned endless ridicule—the nightmares now seemed to resurface.

Was this normal?