Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 399 398 Classic Quotes

Ramsey, a sophomore cornerback.

Li Wei, a freshman running back.

Although both players were rising stars in the League and had attracted attention for their sharp-tongued styles, the media had never really compared the two because of their different positions.

In fact, earlier this week, the two players inadvertently collaborated by accident.

Before the divisional playoff games, Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Roethlisberger and safety Mitchell had completely overlooked the Jacksonville Jaguars and the Kansas City Chiefs, setting their sights on the New England Patriots early on, expecting the top two seeds to meet in the American League Championship. Their remarks were filled with mentions of Brady and Belichick, barely concealing their disdain for the other two teams in the divisional games.

The result—

Both were eliminated, bowing out together.

After the game, Li Wei fiercely blasted Roethlisberger back, and that classic quote had become a social network meme, dominating everywhere, with "White Claw" drinks suddenly becoming a hit.

Rumor had it that White Claw was seriously considering inviting Roethlisberger to be their spokesperson, and providing Li Wei a profit share. Regardless of whether this was true or not, even just as a rumor, it was a complete humiliation for Roethlisberger.@@@@

However, that's how massive the traffic was.

And Ramsey gave Mitchell no face, using Li Wei's classic quote.

"Who?"

When reporters asked Ramsey what he thought about Mitchell's pre-game comments, Ramsey, without even lifting an eyelid, retorted back, causing a stir.

The reporter immediately followed up on the spot, "The one Fournette knocked over."

Ramsey, "Oh, I remember now. I'm not familiar with him."

Ramsey's style of trash talking had its own quality and definitely didn't spray randomly, so as not to injure the innocent, but whether Mitchell appreciated this consideration was unknown.

In any case, the reporters were ecstatic, as memes of Ramsey's expressionless fish-face flooded the media.

Unintentionally, Li Wei and Ramsey had completed an indirect doubles collaboration off the field.

That being said, the media had never really connected the running back and the cornerback until—

An unexpected surprise came along.

Ramsey unexpectedly turned his guns on Li Wei, launching an indiscriminate attack.

"Him? He's alright. He does whatever the coach tells him to do."

Li Wei looked at the reporter seriously, "Is intercepting Roethlisberger a very difficult thing to do?"

Roethlisberger: Damn, I didn't offend you!

Killing two birds with one stone.

With just one sentence, Li Wei achieved a double kill.

For a moment, reporters didn't know whether to nod or shake their heads. What was this inexplicable sense of humor? Should they pounce on Ramsey or Roethlisberger? Happiness came so swiftly it was a bit overwhelming.

Then, Li Wei left... just like that... he walked away.

Leaving chaos in his wake.

Whether Li Wei and Ramsey would clash on the field remained to be seen, but one thing was sure: Li Wei and Roethlisberger's future meetings were destined to be fiercely contentious, which would be spectacular.

Moreover, both Li Wei and Ramsey were assassin-like trash talkers, understated and unruffled, and even Li Wei often wore a smile, but inadvertently dealt thunderous blows, striking fatally.

On the surface, it seemed neither intended to target the other, but their thinly veiled jabs showed no regard for one another.

Reporter: Rubbing hands together! This is way more interesting than Fournette challenging Li Wei.

Fournette, doubtingly the Nth defeat.

As Li Wei turned and left, the reporters burst forward in pursuit, realizing there was still an important question unasked!

Ramsey had insinuated that Li Wei was highly sought after purely because of his Chinese heritage. Others deemed the Chinese label as Li Wei's weakness, but Ramsey thought of it as Li Wei's amulet, a politically correct charm—

Bart and his faction had always seen it this way, and there were not a few others inside and outside the League who harbored such thoughts. But no one had been as blunt as Ramsey in voicing this opinion.

Now, someone had finally pierced through the paper window, and the journalists couldn't miss this; but with so many explosive points to cover and not enough time, Li Wei had already left.

The reporters, unwilling to give up, chased after him, ready to ambush Li Wei, only to encounter an unexpected figure.

David Caldwell.

Wait, Caldwell? The general manager of the Jacksonville Jaguars?

Why was Caldwell here? Was he on a recon mission?

But what kind of team manager would brazenly walk into enemy territory, especially in plain sight—what kind of tactic was this? Even someone like Sean Payton, known for underhanded tricks and spygate scandal, knew to act covertly. Had Caldwell gone mad?

The journalists were so shocked and surprised that they were utterly stunned—

What in the world was this play?