Red raincoat. Red hat. Mask. Gloves. Goggles.
Fully armored.
No matter how you look, it’s suspicious.
But the problem is, he’s alone in the parking lot posting notes, looking like so kind of performance art, leaving people bewildered.
Mahos tilted his head and watched for a long ti but didn’t understand it, then turned around and stepped across the bed, provoking strong protest from Kelsey, "My bed! You dared to step on it directly! Patrick, get a new bedspread!"
But Mahos was completely unconcerned, left the room straight away.
Pushing the door open, he saw Li Wei stretching in yoga poses, and Mahos couldn’t help but laugh, "It’s just like you, it totally fits your style."
Li Wei kept his breathing steady, "How’s the ga progressing?"
Mahos laughed louder, "JJ is quite the dark horse, we’re being defeated continuously."
Li Wei, "Then let Travis adjust the team lineup. Over-thirty in one team, Travis should be very happy."
Mahos, "Hahaha, Travis refuses to admit he’s thirty."
Li Wei slightly raised the corner of his eyes, "Is it because the age gap with Taylor Swift is getting bigger?"
Mahos laughed back and forth, just in ti to see Kelsey in the room looking over in confusion, bursting into laughter and unable to stop.
Wiping away the tears at the corner of his eye, Mahos finally controlled himself, "Ah, I almost forgot, there’s a mysterious person in the parking lot who seems to be going crazy or creating art, do you want to check it out?"
Li Wei remained unmoved, continuing his routine, "This is Tampa Bay’s ho ground, fans going crazy isn’t the first ti, we should allow them to be hot-headed."
Mahos burst into laughter, "Even so, the point is, I think it might not be Tampa Bay fans but our fans. That red, is clearly Kansas red."
The ho uniforms of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and Kansas City Chiefs are both red, but obviously two different reds.
Li Wei, "Oh no, Patrick, you can’t even distinguish our ho jerseys, be careful, don’t let the dia know, otherwise no one can save you."
Joking while finishing his routine, wiping the sweat from his forehead, exhaling deeply before speaking again, "Why would our fans co to the hotel?"
Mahos nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, I’m wondering too."
Pause, "But it could be my misjudgnt, who knows, maybe a Tampa Bay fan wore our jersey to cause trouble."
In the sports competition arena, there’s no shortage of incidents where ho fans maliciously target visiting teams, which can escalate into physical violence if not careful, and pre-ga psychological warfare is countless too, using any ans necessary for victory, spreading the war’s smoke from inside to outside the field.
And this year, everything is more special, for the first ti in history, a team plays the Super Bowl in their ho stadium, plunging the entire Tampa Bay into a frenzy.
Earlier this week, the Kansas City Chiefs first went to Raymond Jas Stadium to adapt to the venue, but Tampa Bay city streets were "being repaired everywhere," causing the team bus to detour, taking forty-five minutes to reach the stadium, delaying adaptive training.
After investigation, Veach confird that it was a spontaneous action by Tampa Bay Buccaneers fans, three fan organizations collaborating to disrupt the Kansas City Chiefs’ preparation rhythm.
Veach did not hesitate to lodge a complaint to the League, which stated they would establish an investigation team to probe the matter.
But this action failed to intimidate Tampa Bay fans.
Last night, after midnight, the Kansas City Chiefs’ hotel suffered a noise attack—
Music. Horns. Shouting. Fireworks.
A disastrous noise severely impacted players’ rest, although the Kansas City Chiefs imdiately called 911 requesting to maintain order, Tampa Bay police arrived late and worked passively after reaching the scene, turning a minor issue into a tug-of-war that lingered for more than half an hour.
Was that all?
No, just as those noisy fans were about to leave, the hotel’s fire alarm sounded, forcing the entire hotel to evacuate, no exceptions.
Tampa Bay police were on site and quickly found it was a false alarm, triggered by a Tampa Bay Buccaneers fan, who was arrested on the spot.
However, the fan was not scared or worried but rather triumphantly announced his achievent, gaining hero-like treatnt among the fans.
After the fiasco, Li Wei and the others didn’t return to their rooms until three in the morning, and after such a night, it wasn’t easy to fall back asleep; worse still, their daily biological clocks were disrupted, severely affecting the quality of sleep, waking up with panda eyes in the morning.
Not just the players, coaching staff, and other personnel were no exception.
Honestly, compared to the hassle, what truly impacted was morale, with impatience and unease.
Coupled with existing pervasive pressure, the entire team’s atmosphere was under a low strain all day.
That’s why Kelsey and Hill gathered all the players, montarily forgetting training and troubles, spending two hours playing gas.
Mahos contemplated this possibility and couldn’t help but choke, with his gaze towards Li Wei shaking intensely.
Last night’s nightmare returned.
They barely managed to temporarily set aside those nightmares through gaming, with laughter filling the hotel room, only to face another crisis again?
Li Wei hesitated for a mont, also thinking of this possibility, avoiding entering Kelsey’s room, instead retreating to his adjacent room.
Before clarifying the specific situation, they decided not to alert the mystery.
Opening the window, Li Wei imdiately saw the scene, just as Mahos described, totally incomprehensible.
Mahos, "I was just guessing he might be spelling sothing, but now it seems not."
The mysterious figure was entirely painting white, laying out white paper neatly, not words nor a picture, unrelated to art.
Boom.
The next window opened again, with Kelsey poking his body out, "What are you two mysteriously doing?"
Mahos, filled with urgency, placed his index finger on his lips, "Shh."
Kelsey: ?
Li Wei frowned slightly, "Wait, there seems to be sothing."
Leaving a statent, Li Wei turned back into the room, leaving Mahos and Kelsey standing on the balcony, staring at each other.
Kelsey used his eyes to inquire, but Mahos spread his hands, indicating he knew nothing.
Li Wei returned, barely a few seconds later, holding a mobile phone.
Kelsey, "Rookie, are you planning a selfie now?"
Mahos, "You think he’s you."
Li Wei already opened the phone cara, but not for a selfie, rather aiming at the parking lot, continuously pressing the shutter.
Kelsey also noticed now, looked down, almost exclaiming, thoughts surged in his mind, quickly reacting too.
Kelsey exchanged glances with Mahos, both showing similar fears in their eyes, with the nightmare from last night quickly resurfacing.
Then, Li Wei’s voice drifted in with the breeze.
"That’s... our fans."
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