People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 299 Some people broke down, some people were overjoyed (Seeking monthly votes)

Some people were patting his helmet, some were pounding his shoulder armor, and some were trying to rush over and lift him up, but they failed because there were too many people crowded together.

Someone even leaped onto another teammate's back, reaching out just to touch Li Wei.

"We did it!!!"

"Complete victory!! Complete victory!!!"

Cheers, screams, laughter, and cries—all the sounds mingled together.

Head coach Dapol stood on the periphery of the crowd and did not rush in.

He still had that same tough, red-necked look, but at this moment he was standing with his hands on his hips, looking up at the dome of the Sofi Stadium.

It is said that when you feel like crying, you can stop the tears from falling if you look up at the sky.

The offensive coordinator next to him tried to rush over and hug him, but he stopped him.

He took a few seconds to take a few deep breaths, then exhaled, and turned around, already back to his usual self.

The scene on the field was even more chaotic.

"King! King!"

Golden confetti sprayed from the launch tubes at the top of the stadium. Millions upon millions of tiny pieces of paper tumbled through the air and landed on the heads, the grass, the jerseys, and inside the helmets of 7 people, raining down on everyone's hair.

The head of the equipment department was being carried on the shoulders of two young equipment assistants, and he was laughing like a big, chubby kid in his forties or fifties.

The team doctor stood outside Li Wei and shouted things like "Be careful and don't get injured," but unfortunately no one heard him.

The entire Giants team, consisting of hundreds of people, from sports stars with multi-million dollar salaries to ordinary employees, was now thrown into a pot of thick soup.

The cheers weren't limited to the scene; they echoed across America.

In a small bar in Brooklyn, Coach Miller is cheering as he wins his first free beer of the year.

"What did I say?" Coach Miller slammed his hands on the table. "I said Levi would definitely win!"

The boss leaned against the shelf behind him, a big smile on his face, and took a bottle of Budweiser from the freezer and placed it in front of Miller.

"Alright, alright, you beat Miller," he said with a smile. "Here's your first free beer."

He bet on the Giants to win, and although he placed the bet too late and the odds weren't great, he still made a small profit.

"Guys!" Coach Miller stood triumphantly on the stage, holding a still-chilling Budweiser. "Look at today! The sun must have risen in the west! That stingy Hansen actually gave me free beer!"

"Here's to the miser!"

"Homage to Li Wei!"

Coach Miller wildly bit off the bottle cap with his teeth, tilted his head back, and drank half the bottle in one gulp, then shouted loudly, "To Levi!"

Just as they were cheering, a swarm of reporters rushed into the bar, followed by photographers dressed in vests from different television stations.

This small bar had never encountered anything like this before; everyone was stunned.

"Who is Coach Miller?!" shouted the first male reporter to burst into the bar. "Coach Miller, Levi's high school coach?!"

Everyone in the bar pointed at Miller, who was standing on the platform, beer dripping down his beard and soaking his collar.

Coach Miller had thought that Levi would be interviewed after winning the Super Bowl, but definitely not now.

"That's him!" the second reporter shouted, pointing at Coach Miller. "That's Coach Miller!"

Then, in an instant, seven or eight photographers squeezed in and started snapping pictures of Coach Miller, who had an unshaven beard, was dressed casually and sloppily, and was standing on the platform holding a half-empty bottle of beer.

"Coach Miller! FOX News, may I ask you...?" Not far away in Manhattan, in a radio studio, Arthur Vince was sitting in front of the microphone, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

The radio station is called WFAN, which is the largest sports radio station in New York, and he was invited at the last minute to be a guest on the Super Bowl live broadcast today.

The reason he was invited was because during the Super Bowl Media Day, Levi said to the camera in front of 2000 million viewers across the United States, "You could say that without Wensley scouts, there would be no me."

In the era of short videos and social media, sudden fame can happen overnight.

Wen Si didn't notice anything that day, but the next day, even his wife's colleagues knew about him.

The video of Li Wei's speech was not saved by him, but was cut into countless versions and spread wildly online. Overnight, he went from an unknown 247Sports evaluator to "a talent scout who discovered the king".

WFAN's producer contacted him at the last minute, asking if he would like to come to the radio station to watch the Super Bowl live and chat about the story of discovering Levi.

Wensi agreed on the spot.

He even wore a brand-new dark blue suit, a tie in the colors of the Giants, and polished his shoes to a shine. Before leaving, he specifically asked his wife to take a picture of him, saying he wanted to keep it for his future grandchildren to see.

When the Super Bowl whistle blew, cheers erupted in the radio studios.

"Listeners!" The announcer's voice trembled with excitement. "The game is over! The New York Giants have won! Super Bowl champions! A perfect season! A first in NFL history!"

He turned to Wen Si eagerly, "Arthur, how are you feeling right now?"

Wen Si paused for a moment, then delivered his prepared remarks, "I feel very honored because I have been a scout for over a decade and have discovered thousands of players, many of whom went on to join the NFL after graduation. But Levi is the only one who made me unable to sit still the moment I saw the video."

"Was it a very blurry Twitter video back then?" the host pressed. "It's gone viral now, dug up by netizens and fans, and has now received over 100 million likes."

"Yes, that's the one," Wen Si nodded. "The moment I saw that video, I knew this wasn't an ordinary high school student."

"and then?"

“Then I drove from Manhattan to Brooklyn early the next morning,” Vince smiled, “and arrived at Franklin K. Lane High School, which I had never been to before, you know? It’s one of the worst public high schools in Brooklyn, the grass on the playground is all bald.”

"Then I went into the coach's office and found out that the coach's WiFi password was..." He suddenly stopped, coughed twice, "Never mind, that's not important." (Chapter 56)

The host burst into laughter, and several staff members in the live broadcast room also laughed.

New York, Upper West Side.

At the home of Dasha, Lily's classmate.

Her father was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, with the TV in front of him showing the Super Bowl live on FOX.

The mother sat on the other side of the single sofa, pondering how much more she would need to buy to get her Hermès bag, how handsome her yoga instructor was, but how the slut she was with always deliberately seduced him, causing the instructor to pay less and less attention to her, and other trivial matters, occasionally glancing at the TV screen.

Dasha, being a girl born in the 00s, has little interest in the Super Bowl or American football.

Even in the final minutes of the fourth quarter, she was still texting and chatting with Poppy in her room, completely oblivious to the cheers coming from the living room.

Out of curiosity, she dragged her slippers out and sat down on the sofa when she heard her father shout "Touchdown!"

"Who won?" she asked casually.

"The Giants," the father said, "and it was a historic victory."

Dasha didn't react much at first; her knowledge of rugby was limited to knowing that Tom Brady and supermodel Gisele Bündchen's relationship seemed to be in trouble recently.

And her most hated Lily Cervantes' handsome older brother plays in the NFL.

But when F0X's camera zoomed in on Li Wei's face, she instinctively stood up from the sofa.

Isn't this the same bad man who showed up at the "Winter Family Day" that day, the bad man who made her apologize to Lily Cervantes in public? (Chapter 236)

This is the man who won the Super Bowl? He made NFL history?

Unfortunately, FOX's close-up shot magnified Levi's smile across the entire screen, while Joe Buck's passionate voice poured out from the Devialet speakers.

The top-of-the-line speakers, worth over $3000 a pair, made Joe Barker's voice ring out in her ears like a resounding bell.

"The King is crowned!"

Dasha paused, then suddenly screamed.

"Why are you making such a loud noise!" she shrieked impatiently. "You're making so much noise I can't hear you anymore."

So annoying!!!

Dasha startled the father, who instinctively turned the volume down a little.

"Turn it off! Turn the TV off!" Dasha continued to command relentlessly. "I don't want to watch anymore!"

"Dasha! What's wrong with you now?!" The father's face hardened.

He turned his head and looked at Li Wei on the screen, and immediately understood what had happened. After all, it was he who had pulled his daughter to apologize to Li Wei that day.

"Alright, alright, calm down," the mother hugged Dasha. "Why don't you go back to your room?"

Dasha completely broke down.

The mother put her arm around Dasha as she walked into the room.

After closing the bedroom door, the mother returned to the living room and watched her husband continue watching TV.

"Did you turn off the TV?" she asked, knowing the answer already, as she looked at the TV that was still on.

"Almost there, almost there," the father said, his eyes glued to the screen, "it'll be over soon."

On the screen, the Giants players are celebrating their championship victory, with golden ribbons cascading down from the dome of Sofi Stadium like a golden rainstorm.

"What a historic moment..." Dasha's father exclaimed.

His mother glared at him, rolled her eyes, and turned to go into Dasha's room to comfort her.

The father continued watching TV; the post-Super Bowl process was proceeding smoothly.

According to NFL standard procedure, within 15 minutes of the end of the game, the stadium will begin setting up the awards stage and open the players' tunnel, allowing players' families and key personnel to enter the stadium.

Inside the VIP box, Anya was the first to jump up from the sofa the moment the final whistle blew.

She rushed out without even grabbing her coat.

Elizabeth followed closely behind, taking quick, short steps.

Butler Katya sighed and followed Anya.

Chen Haisheng and Don Quixote remained where they were.

Don Quixote didn't rush off. Instead, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP box, looking down at the figure on the field below—his proudest nephew.

Who would have thought that just over a year ago they were living in a basement, could only afford to buy discounted chicken legs from the supermarket, and almost lost their daughter's visitation rights and couldn't even afford the tuition for summer camp?

He chuckled softly, then turned and walked towards the elevator, preparing to go there together.