Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 162 161 Embroidered Pillow

Li Wei swore he had no recollection of that face—it seemed to belong to McCaffrey's teammate. So Stanford University had such a figure too?

Mahomes edged a bit closer and lightly bumped Li Wei with his shoulder, "Don't mind it, Solomon Thomas is also a Defensive End, and he's been using Garrett as his imagined adversary. Since Garrett couldn't hold you back, now those on the defensive line and the linemen have set their sights on you. As long as they can defend against you, they can prove themselves, and their draft ranking might even surpass Garrett's."

So that's how it was—

A stepping stone.

From the nationwide champion MVP to making history with the Heisman Trophy, especially with the overwhelming historical voting rate, everything had placed Li Wei in the spotlight, where everyone was waiting to defeat him to prove themselves.

After the national championship ended, Li Wei mysteriously disappeared—he didn't attend any training camps, which only fueled the rumors about him, leaving his competitors red-eyed one after another.

Now, Li Wei had finally appeared at the training camp, naturally becoming the target everyone was eager to defeat.

Li Wei, however, was not worried.

They hoped to beat Li Wei to prove themselves, and Li Wei was equally eager to embrace all challenges to refute the skepticism—who would be whose stepping stone still remained to be seen.

Li Wei didn't take those provocations to heart—

Attention is good, it proves you're worth the attention.

Li Wei was looking for his teammates.

This year, University of Alabama's draft participants were not just one or two; this batch of juniors had turned professionals and entered the Rookie Training Camp's view. As the backbone of back-to-back NCAA national champions, they were undoubtedly the targets actively sought after by various teams.

Then, a figure passed by Li Wei; his gaze inadvertently caught Li Wei's, and as their eyes met, he paused and walked back, standing in front of Li Wei with a polite smile.

The smile bloomed.

"So you're here."

So, was this a fan?

"I'll defeat you."

The next sentence was a declaration of challenge.

"You're no match for Derrick Henry. Derrick Henry has both speed and power, while you just rely on speculation and luck. Everyone knows about the Crimson Tide Storm's dominant offensive line—you owe your numbers to their protection. At least half of your achievements should be credited to your offensive group teammates."

"It's just because the League saw the commercial value of the Asian Market and pushed you from behind, continually promoting you, determined to award you the Heisman Trophy. Those media that sway with the wind were all too eager to flatter you."

"But you're nothing more than just a face."

He was in a real predicament!

Just then, "Rookie!"

A cheer rang out, and without turning around, he knew it was Humphrey, that guy.

Rustling softly, all eyes in the hall converged on Li Wei—

Heisman Trophy winner, nationwide championship MVP, yet called a rookie; was this serious?

Suddenly, not just Humphrey but Allen, Howard, Foster, Robinson, and a bunch of others from Crimson Tide Storm's championship team gathered around.

Li Wei turned and greeted his teammates with enthusiasm, and after a slight delay, he turned to introduce Mahomes, "Oh, and another guy, said he's from Tennessee..."

Upon turning around, however, he found that Kamara had vanished, having left at some unknown point.

Not just Kamara, there was now a noticeable gap around Crimson Tide Storm.

Without a doubt, Crimson Tide Storm had performed so well, so remarkably, that there was a clear barrier between them and other teams.

Perhaps only Clemson remained unimpressed, not sparing them a glance, as Watson strode forward toward the elevator.

Mahomes, mixed in with the champion team, looked somewhat embarrassed; he had missed the right moment to leave and ended up amidst Crimson Tide Storm.

Mahomes: Maybe, I should hide under a car?

Amidst the bustle, Humphrey took the initiative to help Li Wei with the check-in, and a swarm escorted Li Wei and Mahomes upstairs, where they were staying in adjacent rooms. Li Wei used his keycard to open his room door and stepped inside.

"Meet downstairs in a while? I'm planning to go for a jog in the gym."

Outside, there were groans and protests, but Li Wei had already developed his training habits.

"I can't do a full workout today, but I should still keep up with my daily aerobic exercise."

Amid a chorus of complaints, Li Wei turned around only to see a face full of vitality but tinged with a bit of embarrassment, arms akimbo, striking a pose next to the bed, having been waiting for Li Wei to turn around.

Finally, Li Wei turned around.

The eager, waiting smile on the face before him blossomed once more.

"Can I join in on the training, too?"

Unexpectedly, with a turn, he encountered him again—Christian McCaffrey.