Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 169 168 Light and Silky

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Ah!

At the scene, a chorus of gasps—

Kamara, on the verge of losing his balance.

His footsteps in the first half were somewhat hasty, and the more he wanted to showcase himself, the more he lost his rhythm. The on-the-spot decision-making in the air-cushion sandbag area clearly threw him off, and by the time he neared the sidelines preparing to catch the ball, centrifugal force was pulling his body outward, almost throwing him off balance.

However, at the critical moment!

Kamara indeed demonstrated his formidable catching ability, forcibly hitting the brakes to stop his steps, striking a Look Back at the Moon pose, with his upper body and lower body twisting in different directions, as he launched into the air.

In that instant, gravity seemed to vanish.

Kamara stretched his body to its limits to grab the football, managing, just barely, to catch it, but he ultimately ran out of strength and completely lost control of his body.

Then, gravity immediately made its strong presence felt.

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Kamara fell straight down, hitting the ground hard like a sandbag.

At the scene, gasps rose once more.

The only thought in Kamara's mind was:

Embarrassing! Really, really, truly embarrassing!

The more he rushed to make an impression, the more things went contrary to his wishes. The more arrogant and proud he had been earlier, the more despair and awkwardness he felt now. He wanted to dig a hole and leave this place.

Despite his saving catch at the last moment, this performance had ultimately been botched.

Damn it.

Taking a deep breath, Kamara eventually mustered up the courage to stand up, casually tossed the football back to the coach as if nothing had happened, and turned to walk toward the running backs—

It's fine, as long as I don't think I'm embarrassing, nobody can think I'm embarrassing.

Kamara didn't even have the mind to observe Li Wei's expression anymore. He just looked straight ahead, held his head up, and puffed out his chest, pretending as if nothing had happened.

"Uh, Alvin, it looks like you're bleeding from your nose..."

"No. You're mistaken."

"But..."

"You're mistaken!"

Again, the air fell silent.

The gaze turned back to the field.

Fournette did not participate in this test, for as a traditional power running back, catching wasn't his forte. He had tried to prove himself in the physical tests prior, but it seemed too forced, and he wisely chose to abandon the remaining tests to minimize any damage from the Rookie Training Camp.

And McCaffrey?

Smooth as chocolate.

Li Wei, like an arrow released from a bow, cut through the wind all the way.

Taking a step ahead, Li Wei kept his eyes fixed on the three air-filled sandbags in front of him—

Left, center, right.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Left, then right.

Center, then left.

Right, then right.

The right passage was the green light.

Li Wei keenly caught the coaches' movements, his footsteps came to a complete halt, maintaining his forward momentum, his right leg slightly reached out to the right, pulling his body forward, not slowing down but rather gaining speed.

Like a breath of fresh air.

With a swish, he had already passed through the right passage, leaving a whirlwind behind him.

Then, he saw a coach raise his right hand, which was on Li Wei's left—

A little test.

In the regular season, Li Wei still preferred to break through from the right, and obviously, the coaches from the thirty-two teams at Rookie Training Camp had studied his game footage. Now it was time to see Li Wei's capability on the left.

And it was also his receiving ability.

His right foot pushed off, his left foot steered, and his body drew a flat, sideway parabola towards the sidelines, approaching at lightning speed.

Change direction. Explode.

Silky smooth, and before anyone could blink, Li Wei had already approached the sideline. The coach responsible for the pass stayed composed, launching a rainbow.

Five yards!

Ten yards!

Fifteen yards!

Twenty yards!

This was a twenty-five-yard-long pass, like a bullet, headed straight for Li Wei's position.

Certainly, this wasn't Li Wei's strongest position, neither his running route nor his role, everything was unfamiliar to him, which led to a slight deviation.

The timing of his judgment was not accurate.

Li Wei was awaiting the pass, slowing down in anticipation; whereas the passing coach thought Li Wei would maintain high speed to reach the spot, resulting in the ball's trajectory being a little too far.

If it was a teammate, this situation could be avoided through practice and coordination, but obviously, it was the first time the two had worked together, so deviations were inevitable.

Li Wei was not nervous.

He quickly judged his own position— the sideline, the end zone, and the trajectory of the football—three points in his mind connected to form a three-dimensional image, like a constellation that popped up in his brain—

Got it!