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Wentz certainly hadn't forgotten that Li Wei was his opponent; moreover, facing the Philadelphia Eagles, Li Wei had once again delivered a marvelous performance.

But as the final whistle of the game sounded, Wentz couldn't help but reminisce about the calm and determination Li Wei had shown during the last gamble kick.

Before he realized it, Wentz had already appeared in front of Li Wei.

Obviously, this was unexpected.

Wentz hadn't thought about how he should face Li Wei, and when the words reached his lips, he couldn't help but hesitate, his awkward demeanor was indeed amusing.

Li Wei paused in his step, "So, if you're ready to start swearing at me, you can start now, and I promise to retaliate until you clam up."

Despite his words, there was no aggression in his tone, but one could taste the jest in his words.

Wentz couldn't help but laugh, "Li Wei, can we exchange jerseys? A spectacular game."

Li Wei shook his head repeatedly, "Although disappointed, well, alright, let's exchange jerseys."

Li Wei took off his jersey and handed it over, pausing, "Are you sure we're not going to exchange a few barbs?"

"Haha." Wentz laughed heartily, "Yes, I'm sure."

After the jersey exchange was complete, Wentz watched Li Wei's retreating figure and hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he couldn't refrain from saying, "Next time we meet, I will defeat you."

Li Wei turned around, "Then you need to really work hard, very, very, very hard."

He was confident and at ease, with a hint of teasing.

Involuntarily, Wentz also began to feel his blood boil with excitement.

It seemed Wentz had realized something; even though Li Wei was younger than himself and had spent far less sweat and time on the football field than anyone else in the League, he could still learn a lot from Li Wei. Vaguely, he had some inspiration, perhaps not clear enough yet, but it had already quietly ignited a spark.

Wentz was serious; he truly looked forward to meeting Li Wei again.

Having said that, Li Wei turned and walked toward the player's tunnel.

Actually, he had planned to return to the locker room to check the system because there seemed to be a reward notification sound just now, but he hadn't taken two steps before he was unexpectedly called again,

Li Wei felt somewhat helpless, stopped, and then saw the Eagles kicker panting as he caught up, "Li Wei, can we exchange jerseys?"

Li Wei: ?

Li Wei looked down at the sweat-wicking shirt he was wearing close to his body, his eyes full of confusion.

Elliott immediately realized he could clarify, "Armor, the armor is fine too. I know, you just gave your jersey to Carson."

Li Wei looked at Elliott's restrained face, showed a smile, and handed over his helmet, "That gambled kick just now was very impressive, you almost made it."

"I know, to the fans, they won't care about the kicker, just like they won't care about the running back, but we are still part of the team, whether in victory or defeat, we all participate, right?"

"So, I admire your performance just now, and I also put in a hundred percent in response."

Elliott's eyes widened in astonishment, and before he had time to react, he too was filled with passion, realizing that outside the spotlight, there were battles for them as well; looking at Li Wei's confident and open smile, he subconsciously took the helmet, but didn't know how to respond.

Li Wei chuckled lightly, "At this moment, you should give me your helmet, that's what an exchange is."

Elliott, "Oh." Looking embarrassed, he fumbled to hand over his helmet, "Sorry, I mean, thank you, thank you very much."

"Looking forward to our next meeting." Li Wei gently bumped helmets, not lingering any longer, and quickly left.

Elliott looked down at the helmet in his hands, slowly becoming overcome with emotion.

He was looking forward to meeting Li Wei again, as well as to his own growth and progress—

People say that running backs are disposable, not to be taken too seriously, but Li Wei still confidently carved out a whole new world with his performance, step by step.

People also say that the Special Duty Group are just errand runners, not to be taken too seriously, but when it really comes down to the wire, they step up to the plate.

Suddenly looking up, Elliott gazed at the receding figure of Li Wei, tall and majestic, his broad shoulders seeming as though they could support the overwhelming weight of the Crimson Tide that flooded Arrowhead Stadium.

Then, Elliott also shouted, "Looking forward to our next encounter."

But this time, Li Wei didn't stop, he marched on—

Originally, he had wanted to keep his jersey for his parents.

Since entering the professional arena, he had already played two games, but he had yet to leave a souvenir for his parents, which was really quite rude.

Well now, he hadn't kept the first game's, nor the second's, and not only that, but he had traded away his helmet, too. If he lingered any longer, he reckoned even his shoes and socks wouldn't be safe.

Before getting stripped bare, Li Wei felt the locker room was a safer place.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly this time. Despite the fervent fans lining the player's tunnel setting the air ablaze, Arrowhead Stadium ended its 2017 season debut with a victory, and the home crowd was ecstatic; still, they didn't stop Li Wei from safely reaching the locker room as the biggest contributor to the game's success.

At last, it was somewhat quiet.

One by one, the Kansas City Chiefs players started returning to the locker room, each one giving Li Wei high-fives and shoulder bumps to celebrate the victory.

Under immense pressure, a two-game winning streak was a great way to start the new season, and undoubtedly, Li Wei was a key part of that, with every player eager to be close to him.

As a result, Li Wei still couldn't catch a break.

"Li Wei, Li Wei, I just heard, you haven't lost an official game since you started playing football?" Mahomes asked with an admiring expression, "Now the fans are all calling you Lucky Star."

Li Wei was taken aback, his first subconscious reaction being, didn't they lose in the preseason games? And that was two games.

But then it struck him, those weren't official games.

From the Crimson Tide Storm to the Chieftain, a whole year had gone by, and Li Wei had never lost in an official game, which was indeed a rare feat.

No wonder!

No wonder just now so many fans along the player's tunnel had been shouting "Lucky Star," and even little girls were throwing neatly folded paper stars at him.

He had been puzzled by what was going on; so, the real reason was right here.

Hunter, who was about to head off to shower, paused. He wanted to make a sarcastic comment but then hesitated, worried about ruining the team's celebratory mood. His look toward Li Wei became somewhat awkward; was even the "Aura of Fortune" now something to drape over Li Wei?

Before Li Wei could respond, Kelsey, who had just entered the locker room, chuckled and teased, "It's just that you haven't played enough games yet."

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A chorus of teasing erupted throughout the locker room.

"Travis!"

"Raven mouth, are you itching for a beating?"

"Are you with us or against us?"

Whizzing through the air, a barrage of towels pelted Kelsey.

Kelsey raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, hey! Guys, I was just saying, don't put pressure on Li Wei, victory and defeat are all part of the game."

Kelsey was worried; right now, everything was going smoothly, everyone was practically worshiping Li Wei. But the moment the team hit a rough patch, or even faced defeat, it was possible all the blame would point toward Li Wei.

Li Wei was a rookie; he shouldn't have to be that kind of character.