Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 859 - 858 Gossip Crisis
Chapter 859: 858 Gossip Crisis
In the eyes of the world, victory is victory, even if it means using all sorts of underhanded tactics to win. Look at the New England Patriots—people remember their five Super Bowl rings now, but how many remember the dirty tricks they used on their way to the top? When people talk about the Patriots and Brady, the long prelude is always “five-time Super Bowl champions,” not SpyGate, DeflateGate, or any of the other scandals.
The same goes for the Los Angeles Rams.
Don’t be fooled by New Orleans collectively boycotting the Super Bowl right now. If the Los Angeles Rams were to beat the Kansas City Chiefs and ultimately take the Super Bowl Championship, everyone would remember them as champions. No one would bring up the controversial calls in the final moments of the National Conference championship game.
Championships are the ultimate truth.
So, the Rams and the Chiefs should be locked in a life-or-death battle—
The Los Angeles Rams need the championship trophy to “rewrite” the collective memory of that National Conference game, while the Kansas City Chiefs need it to silence their critics and naysayers.
Now, with only one opponent standing in their way to the championship throne, it’s logical that both teams would do everything in their power to secure the win.
But now?
Li Wei and Donald aren’t sizing each other up in a warlike stare down; instead, they’re sitting down for dinner together in perfect harmony. And not only that, Li Wei openly issues a challenge, eager for a showdown at the pinnacle of competition.
Doesn’t this feel a bit… off?
Nearby, Ariana places her knife and fork down on the plate, pretending to enjoy her meal, but her bright eyes are fixed on Li Wei, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
Donald is the same.
Momentarily stunned, he finally reacts, a surge of fiery determination swelling in his chest. He sets his knife and fork aside, looks at Li Wei, and solemnly declares:
“Those words should’ve come from me.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t be overconfident or underestimate you. We’ll come into this game at one hundred percent, in our best condition.”
“When the time comes, there will be no friendship on the field. I won’t go easy on you. Once we step onto that turf, we’re competitors, fighting for the same thing.”
“Trust me. We’re ready to beat you again.”
“And I mean it.”
Donald’s baby face may lack menace, but the sheer determination in his eyes and his sharp, unwavering expression radiate undeniable strength as he stares straight at Li Wei, leaving no room for compromise.
So, rookie, do you still remember the fear of being utterly dominated by Donald?
…
Dinner was cheerful and relaxed, the atmosphere light. After a brief moment of tension, smiles returned to everyone’s faces, as thoughts of the battlefield faded away for now. Li Wei and Donald chatted and laughed like old friends.
With the grand showdown approaching, both being consummate professionals, neither Li Wei nor Donald touched alcohol. Instead, toasting with water, the two engaged in an easy back-and-forth filled with jokes and banter.
Within moments, the news that these two football megastars were “sharing a festive drink” together spread like wildfire. And with the ever-popular Ariana sitting with them, it wasn’t long before streams of passersby began stopping in their tracks, stealing glances at the trio. Some even mustered the courage to ask for autographs and photos.
Fortunately, this upscale French restaurant was known for its etiquette, and the patrons were generally restrained enough not to disrupt the group’s meal.
But on social media, the pictures of the three dining together had already set the internet ablaze, creating a stark contrast to the calm inside the restaurant.
The buzz exploded.
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No one could believe that Li Wei and Donald were in the same place, let alone that Ariana was sharing a table with these two football giants.
So, what was this all about?
Soon, the seemingly impossible hit the trending lists—
#CloserWithFriendsClosestWithEnemies
#MostUnbelievableDinnerScene
#WhenArianaAndFootballCollide
And the hashtags just kept piling up.
Underneath it all, a bustling wave of discussions erupted, spreading instantly as the internet collectively reached a fever pitch.
Spectators and mess-makers alike were giddy with laughter. “Look at those jokers, still fighting tooth and nail online over whether the Rams or the Chiefs will come out on top. Meanwhile, their team leaders are having a grand old time together. Hilarious!”
Whether fueling the chaos or simply observing in amusement, the flood of traffic was undeniable.
Meanwhile, Li Wei and Donald, entirely oblivious of the trends lighting up social media, finished dinner amid good cheer and laughter.
At the restaurant’s entrance, a small crowd of fans had gathered—some football enthusiasts, some music lovers—restless with excitement, their gazes burning with anticipation.
Li Wei decided he should act like a gentleman and escort Ariana back to her hotel.
“…Someone said it was a coincidence.” Donald shot Li Wei a knowing look, his expression dripping with sarcasm.
Li Wei gave a helpless smile. “It really was.”
Donald shrugged lightly. “Sure. Whatever you say. But, buddy, the showdown’s almost here. Be cautious. Don’t exhaust yourself and mess up your performance. Honestly, I’d like to see the best version of Li Wei on the field. Beating someone at their peak is the real satisfaction.”
His tone made it clear—he didn’t buy Li Wei’s explanation.
Li Wei didn’t bother arguing, shaking his head lightly. “Don’t worry. Even if I’m dead on my feet, by the Super Bowl, I’ll still make it more than you can handle.”
Donald wasn’t expecting that comeback. He spread his hands. “Alright, buddy. Bring it on. I’ll be waiting.”
“See you on the field.”
“See you on the field.”
Watching Donald walk away, Li Wei turned back to Ariana, who had been patiently waiting nearby. With a gentlemanly gesture, he motioned for her to follow. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
Ariana glanced in the direction Donald had gone, hesitated, then said, “I think… maybe I should head back on my own?”
Li Wei looked puzzled.
Ariana explained, “You don’t understand the media. If Aron’s not around and they see just the two of us together, tomorrow’s headlines are going to be completely wild.” She paused and added with her face slightly flushed, “It could be a distraction, because those reporters definitely won’t let up on you.”
Li Wei suddenly understood. “Ah, tabloid news.”
Ariana nodded. “Exactly. They can make up stories out of nothing and make them sound awful. You really don’t want to see those headlines. If they catch a photo of just the two of us…”
Her voice trailed off, still worried about affecting Li Wei’s focus before the Super Bowl.
But Li Wei seemed amused. “I’ve heard about that. Even if they take pictures of all three of us, they might crop out Aron and claim we had dinner alone. Or maybe they’ll crop me out and say you and Aron had a private dinner.”
He paused, then added thoughtfully, “Do you think they’d crop you out and claim I had a candlelit dinner with Aron?”
“Oh, God. I fervently pray they don’t let their imaginations go that far.”
Clearly, Ariana hadn’t expected Li Wei’s line of reasoning. She was briefly stunned, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter, her smile bright and radiant in the colorful glow of the night, transforming her mood entirely.
Silently, all the chaotic thoughts melted away. The night seemed less daunting, less overwhelming.
