Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 75: 075 Golden Quotes Frequently Emerge

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The court fell silent.

In an instant, the reporters felt they had been ambushed.

They had been attacked! They had been blindsided! They had been set up!

Not only did they know nothing about Li Wei, the running back, but they also knew nothing about Li Wei, the person. They thought they were in for a bare-knuckled brawl, yet Li Wei stepped in with a machine gun, rattling off a barrage that left the unguarded reporters with no chance to retaliate, effectively annihilated.

It was brutal, truly brutal.

The atmosphere turned slightly bizarre.

But would the reporters surrender just like that?

Of course not!

Many hands make light work. As one reporter fell, another stood up, silently united—the reporters themselves unaware of their own camaraderie—

to bully an eighteen-year-old; a young man facing the professional media for the first time.

"May I ask what you think of the Trojans' offensive group's performance?"

"This season, the Trojans' offensive group has been praised for their outstanding talent and high expectations. Sam Darnold, Donald Jones, and Juju Smith Schuster, all boast potential first-round draft prospects. This team is considered to be one of the most noteworthy in NCAA this year and likely to spring surprises."

"What do you think of their performance?"

Who?

This was the first question that popped into Li Wei's mind, but it didn't matter that all those names were unfamiliar; he could consider them as a whole.

Li Wei thought that, given the strong and impressive defensive group of the Crimson Tide Storm, this young offensive group hadn't collapsed—at least they hadn't been shut out—and had fought until the end. Their performance wasn't bad, and for a young team, their fighting spirit was the most valuable asset.

So.

"Not bad," Li Wei said.

Looking into Li Wei's clear, bright eyes, full of honesty, the reporters, however, felt a tsunami of emotions. Could they curse?

In the second half, the Crimson Tide Storm had almost treated it like a warm-up, substituting more than half of its main players and ending the game in a leisurely fashion. As a result, the Trojans only managed to score a free kick, with their young and inexperienced offensive group showing a collective breakdown of focus.

And what did Li Wei say?

Reporter: Beast.

"Li Wei, may I ask, how do you think Juju performed?"

Li Wei: ...

Blinking his eyes, Li Wei was not sure who the central figure of the reporter's question was, but the reporter thought Li Wei didn't understand why Juju was being mentioned here.

So, the reporter explained, "Just now, in the on-field interview, Juju said he was impressed with your performance, leaving no doubt that you were the MVP of this game."

Li Wei lightly lifted his chin, now he got it, "Thank you."

Reporter: And then?

The reporters waited eagerly for more, but Li Wei looked back innocently, his eyes seemingly asking: So what?

This made the atmosphere awkward.

Understanding the situation, the reporters refrained from pressing further and smoothly moved on, asking, "Then who do you think was the standout player in this game for the Trojans?"

Li Wei: ...

He felt a bit troubled, as he really couldn't remember names for the life of him, honest to God.

When the reporters didn't get an answer and Li Wei remained silent, someone couldn't hold back and tentatively threw out a name, "Sam Darnold?"

Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief and immediately nodded, "Yes, that's him, Sam—" a pause, "right, Sam, impressive performance, good job."

After speaking, Li Wei even pumped his fist to cheer for "Sam," wearing an awkward yet polite smile on his face, filled with capitalist niceties.

The reporters looked at each other, at a loss for words for a moment, until the Houston Chronicle's reporter once again broke the silence.

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"Li Wei, according to the information, you first came into contact with football during the spring training camp in April this year, is that true?"

"Yes."

"Do you mean to say, before that, you had never played football nor watched it, and knew nothing about the game?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

The reporter from Texas appeared to be very surprised and shocked, unable to hide his astonishment. His expression was as if he had seen an alien, "So, as a complete outsider, you stepped onto the football field and even delivered a solid performance in today's game. How do you feel about football? Do you think you can adapt to this sport?"

The "Houston Chronicle," the highest-selling newspaper in Texas, has such a wide audience that it can even compete with the "New York Times" and the "Los Angeles Times."

And this reporter in front of Li Wei, with one question at the beginning and one at the end, seemed to follow all the rules yet accurately pinpointed the hottest topics; the probing between the lines had a touch of mischief, making it hard to know how to respond for the moment.

Scrutinizing gazes sporadically fell on Li Wei, feeling slightly hot and prickly.

Li Wei thought, so this must be what it's like when people see a giant panda: big and precious.

A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes as Li Wei actively looked at the reporter, maintaining direct and upright eye contact, even returning the measure with some scrutiny of his own.

"So far so good."

At last, Li Wei didn't just respond with a "not bad." The profound look in his eyes and his confident smile endowed the concise words with tremendous energy.

Confident and calm, poised and graceful.

So—

Was Li Wei truly a once-in-a-century football genius?

Just then, Burns made his entrance, like a hen protecting her chicks, shielding the big and strong Li Wei behind him, and scolded the media to back off.

"Players are not giving interviews."

"If you have questions, please ask the head coach."

"Please do not harass my players."

Burns signaled to Li Wei with a look to return to the locker room, then he blocked the way, dispersing the reporters, allowing the other players to leave as well.

Although the reporters were reluctant, they had already completed the real scoop, so they only went through the motions before eventually stopping their pursuit.

However, that was already enough—

Highlight moments felt almost too numerous to keep up with. For a while, they didn't know whether to be more astonished by Li Wei's attitude towards Juju Smith Schuster or by his confidence in the Crimson Tide Storm. But in the end, all the focus paled in comparison to the two phrases uttered by Li Wei that were already considered classic.

One "not bad," one "so far so good"—

Absolute catchphrases.

If it had been just about winning a game, it would not have been news. The defending champions, Crimson Tide Storm, winning a game, wasn't that to be expected?

Even with a score of "55:3"—okay, indeed, the score seemed a bit crazy, but considering the strength of the Crimson Tide Storm, it wasn't something to make a big fuss over. Yet, the key was in Li Wei's response.

Not bad.

The Crimson Tide Storm performed not bad, the Trojans didn't do poorly?

Then everyone fell silent.

Those who didn't follow football might think this was some usual tactic.

But those who followed football didn't recognize this twenty-third number player of the Crimson Tide Storm at all. Given that there are many players in the NCAA, it's normal not to know one or two players, and it's common for an unknown player to suddenly have an explosive game, but for this player to have an Asian face, that was not normal.

Very much not normal.

Wait, he only started playing football last April, and he's saying that so far, it "feels good"?

This...