Dominate the Super Bowl

The laughter was hearty, and the man with the explosive hairstyle enthusiastically introduced himself, all the while turning to show the back of his jersey―

Normally, there should have been a name on it, but the problem was, he was wearing a baseball jacket.

"Hawkins?" Li Wei read the name on the jacket. "I thought you were Mahomes."

Mahomes was startled, looked down, and realized, "Ah, I forgot, this is my godfather LaTroy-Hawkins's jacket. I hope it brings some good luck; he used to be an MLB player, playing for the Minnesota Twins along with my father."

Li Wei nodded lightly, "So, you didn't choose to play baseball?"

Mahomes scratched his head, "In high school, I played both baseball and football, but in the end, I chose football. Just like you. But I can't compare to you; we all suspect you're from another planet. Haha."

"Me?" Li Wei was taken aback.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Mahomes flashed a shy smile, "Now in the NCAA, who doesn't know you? I saw the nationwide championship, the final moments were truly amazing. I can't do that; I definitely can't do that, I still have so much to learn."

"Not being able to do it now doesn't mean it can't be done later. We're just college students, right?" Li Wei showed a smile, looking at Mahomes.

Mahomes was a bit startled, then nodded, nodding vigorously, "Of course, of course!" As he spoke, he began clenching his fists involuntarily.

Mahomes's high school and college didn't show exceptional talent, although he performed well, his talents didn't shine, so his college was very ordinary—Texas Tech University, part of the Big Twelve Conference, but not a traditional powerhouse.

The just-ended season saw Mahomes perform very impressively, yet he couldn't carry his team forward, and Texas Tech University ended the season with only six wins and seven losses, which is just mediocre in the NCAA.

Heisman Trophy?

It never even included Mahomes in the discussions.

As of now, professionals generally predict that Mahomes might be a second-round pick, with a slight hope of being picked in the first round—

There's no way around it, this year the quarterbacks are in low demand, as most teams are targeting the defensive group.

In this moment, facing Li Wei, who had performed amazingly last season and swept the awards, Mahomes couldn't help but feel nervous, but sensing Li Wei's approachability, his mood brightened.

"Sorry, I forgot to properly introduce myself, Li Wei, running back."

Friendly, calm, genuine.

Mahomes looked at Li Wei's composed face; he could be absolutely sure that Li Wei did not recognize him, yet there was no pretense at all, "Mahomes, quarterback."

"Wow, quarterback—I can hear the sound of checkbook figures flying."

"Haha, are you envious now? I didn't expect Li Wei to be envious of me; I'll just pretend for a second that I just signed the league's highest contract."

"So, what's the number on the league's highest contract?"

"Annually... fifteen million US dollars?"

"Come on, Sherlock, dream a bit bigger."

"Annual salary! Did I just say that? This is the annual salary!"

Chattering away, the two crossed the road and headed towards the official designated hotel. As soon as they entered, they felt a wave of heat hitting them.

People everywhere, every corner was filled with tall, brawny men, packing the field of view tight, making even the long line of cars outside seem less impressive by comparison.

Glancing around, you could spot many familiar faces.

From Louisiana State University, the safety Adams, cornerback White, running back Fournette, from Texas A&M University the defensive end Garrett, and from the University of Washington, the wide receiver John Ross, and many others.

Two months ago, they were opponents on the field; but now entering the Professional League, it is a different situation, they could be opponents or they could become teammates. The Rookie Training Camp before them marks a brand-new starting line.

In theory, old grudges and new grievances should be left behind, but clearly not everyone sees it that way, after all, the draft is also a battleground.

Speaking of which, when Fournette saw Li Wei, he looked at him expressionlessly, as if sizing up a corpse—they were direct rivals in the draft. Obviously, Fournette hoped to defeat Li Wei and be selected first; this Rookie Training Camp was his last chance to do so.

Garrett also gave Li Wei a couple of extra glances, having been a hot favorite for the top three picks this year, yet his performance against Li Wei had been poor, leading to rampant rumors about his prospects at the draft.

Not to mention Zhu Zhu from the University of Southern California, a Wide Receiver who looked as if he wanted to rip Li Wei apart and gobble him up, making no attempt to hide his hostility.

"… that's Dalvin Cook, a running back from Florida State, had a dominant season and is considered the fourth best running back this year."

"Ah, ah, that's Joe Mixon, also a running back, there's TJ Watt, his brother is that famous JJ Watt, oh oh, and that's Cooper Kupp, a Wide Receiver, I just want to throw passes to him."

Mahomes blabbered like an encyclopedia, pinpointing this year's notable talents among the dazzling array of players, unable to suppress his excitement and thrill in his ongoing chatter.

Then, he was interrupted by a figure—

A body cut across, a mountain of flesh stood in front of Li Wei and Mahomes, taller and more muscular than them—actually, the difference wasn't that big, but the other guy still looked down from a tale of giants as if he was gazing at ants, peering at Li Wei with his nostrils.

"So, you're Li Wei?"

"The only Asian face here, definitely can't be wrong."

"You… just like this? Seem so fragile, like I could snap you with a little pinch, you sure that's no problem?"

His face full of provocation.

Mahomes was about to step forward, but Li Wei beat him to it, "Why not give it a try?"

Casual and smiling, he faced the challenging gaze with a smile, not only unflustered but also with an adult's demeanor as if watching a child throw a tantrum on the floor, not nervous even under the scrutinizing gaze all around him.

The other was about to speak, but Li Wei deftly used his interrupting skills.

"If you still think football is about who is bigger, taller, or stronger, I think you better not attend the draft, to avoid embarrassing yourself."

Pffft, hahaha.

Laughter erupted all around.

The muscular man's face darkened, full of embarrassment and anger. He was about to speak again, but another figure rushed from the side, grabbing him and swiftly leaving.

"God, Solomon, what are you doing!"

"Sorry, Li Wei, really sorry, Solomon didn't mean anything by it."

"You are really great, I loved your performance in that game against Louisiana State, amazing!"

As he spoke, he moved away, and with a swoosh of wind, disappeared from sight.

Li Wei didn't even have time to respond, but he could recognize the figure fading into the distance—

Christian McCaffrey.

One of the top three running backs in this year's NCAA, although Li Wei didn't remember the name, he still recognized the face.

So, who was that guy before?