Dominate the Super Bowl

Roar Roar Roar! Bang Bang Bang!

Players from the Kansas City Chiefs raised their phones, turned on the flash, and furiously pressed the shutter, while making bizarre cries and screams from all directions, creating a siege-like scene, completely surrounding the journalists in front of them.

The normally high-and-mighty journalists were rolling on the ground, scrambling for the exits, their awkward and embarrassed figures truly making one want to laugh.

Only after all the journalists had fled and dispersed, and the residential area returned to peace after a brief uproar, did the Kansas City Chiefs players exchange glances with each other—

Hahaha!

One by one, they doubled over in laughter, unable to contain themselves. Hill even performed a rap in the middle of the street, as if delivering a eulogy for the fleeing journalists.

Inside the car, Ariana was stunned watching the scene unfold before her eyes.

Even having seen it with her own eyes and experienced it personally, she still couldn't believe it. How on earth did Li Wei manage to make the journalists so humiliated?

Not only did they fight back, but they even had the audacity to toy with the journalists?

In the back seat, Mahomes noticed Ariana's astonished look as she gazed out the car window, "How about it, impressive right? This is the rookie."

Ariana nodded in bewilderment, still unable to speak.

Outside, Kelsey was seeking advice.

"Rookie, how should I write this tweet?"

The affair wasn't over yet; they needed to complete one final step—

Claiming victimhood first to play the victim if you're pretending to be one, you must commit fully.

Li Wei waved his hand, "Freestyle it."

"Just say the journalists won't leave Sherlock alone, Sherlock's condition is unclear, and those vultures are trying to continue gnawing on his flesh and drinking his blood. You can hardly believe how shameless and sinister the journalists are; that should do it."

Mahomes opened the rear window, "Rookie, my injury isn't serious..."

Li Wei completely ignored this honest guy, "But your teammates don't know that yet."

"I just brought you back; I haven't had time to communicate with them yet. They gathered out of concern for you, and ended up witnessing this scene."

"Tell me, aren't they angry and upset?"

Mahomes nodded in bewilderment, "Then, should I say something?"

Li Wei waved his hand, "No, you, as the injured party, just continue to lay low."

"Write it in your own style, keep it short, no need to write too much."

In the front passenger seat, Ariana looked at the scene incredulously, even though she didn't understand what was happening, she was captivated with interest.

Soon, Hardman raised his phone high amid the crowd, like a student eagerly waiting for the teacher's approval, and after getting the nod, couldn't wait to speak up.

"Rookie, I finished writing! 'Damn, journalists! How dare you! #JournalistsAreDevils', how about it?"

His eager expression, waiting for praise, made Ariana chuckle.

Li Wei gave a thumbs up, "Very good, now send it out immediately. Hey, you don't need to synchronize the timing, just post at your own pace, be casual, but also make the netizens aware we are all together."

Although Li Wei himself rarely uses social media, it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to fan the flames.

"Rookie, do we need to unify the hashtags?"

"No, no need, just follow your own style."

"Then how will the netizens know we're angry?"

"Travis, after you send your post, retweet others' tweets and add the hashtags #JournalistsAreDevils and #ProtectOurQuarterback. After Travis retweets, the others can retweet as well."

Hustle and bustle, chattering and babbling.

The others protested, Hardman was too fast, they couldn't keep up, they called for Hardman to help, each one of them competing as if in a race, fearing they'd fall behind.

The atmosphere was so lively.

Ariana watched the bustling scene in front of her, dumbfounded.

Hollywood stars have always been helpless and at their wit's end under the besiegement of journalists, and if the stars responded with toughness, those journalists and paparazzi would be even more ecstatic, provoking them one by one, hoping the stars would lash out—

Smash their cameras, swing punches at them.

In that case, the journalists and paparazzi can openly play the victim, demonizing the stars, accusing them of being advocates of violence.

These are all highlights.

So, journalists and paparazzi try every means to provoke public figures, even deliberately angering them, then showing the ugliest, bloodiest, most sensational side to the public, while quietly hiding the dirtiest parts.

News?

This can be manufactured.

Moreover, the journalists will say, they haven't lied—

All that is presented are facts, even if partial facts are still facts, they still uphold the moral baseline of journalism.

In front of these uncrowned kings, they are always the ones on the losing end.

Yet now?

Li Wei and the others not only launched an aggressive counterattack but also pretended to be victims, countered the accusations, and pushed the journalists into the Abyss.

So, is this returning their methods back to them?

Looking at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, Ariana couldn't help but feel her blood boil too, she never knew you could face journalists like this.

How on earth did Li Wei do it?

Uncontrollably, Ariana looked at Li Wei again, staring at that figure intently.

With Kelsey's help, Li Wei helped Mahomes out of the car successfully. Mahomes looked at the bustling scene in front of him and finally realized—

Regardless of anything else, there's one thing for sure, they gathered together because of Mahomes.

Unexpectedly injured, the most discouraged and troubled should be Mahomes, the players wanted Mahomes to cheer up, gathering at Li Wei's home immediately to cheer him on.

Mahomes didn't know how to express himself, a warm flow was surging through his chest.

Looking at the scene again, it was both ridiculous and funny, any feeling of being touched vanished, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Li Wei patted Mahomes on the shoulder, "Remember? We fight together, no matter what happens, the Chieftains always fight side by side."

Mahomes was stunned, remembering Li Wei saying: No one gets left behind.

Li Wei, true to his word.

A surge of ambition welled up inside him, Mahomes wanted to express his determination, but didn't know how to start; his eager excitement made the corners of Li Wei's mouth rise into a smile.

Then, Li Wei didn't say much more, handing Mahomes over to Kelsey, and returned to the car where Ariana was.

Ariana seemed a bit shy—

She didn't know what role or what state she should face the Kansas City Chiefs players, but seeing the players sneaking around one by one, their expressions and actions clearly worried about being caught by Li Wei.

Ariana suddenly got bold.

Ariana flashed a smile, waved and called out to the players, "Great game!"

Roar Roar Roar!

Ariana thought for a moment, "Journalists are devils!"

Roar Roar Roar!

The shouting escalated a notch, and the Kansas City Chiefs players all hooted, the atmosphere was truly lively.