Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 838 A Group of Friends

Hey, Annie, we won.

However, this is not the end.

Please rest assured, we will not stop fighting, just like the girl named Anne Galas, who kept fighting, running, and smiling even though she knew early on that this was a battle with an active ending.

Now, we will carry her dream and continue to fight along the way.

Not only this season, but also next year, the next year, and the next year. We will never forget a girl who, in her short eleven years of life, seized every minute and every second to burn and release. She made time meaningless, and at the same time gave life a new meaning.

Living should not just be about living.

Fly! Annie, fly, just like the Chief.

No, it should be that the chief flies like her, refusing to compromise, refusing to surrender, refusing to give up, and facing all unknowns and challenges with his head held high.

Levi let out a breath and his fingertips fell on the surface of the coffin. It was cold to the touch, and the dripping raindrops lightly fell on his fingertips, dancing gracefully and cheerfully, as if he was performing a tap dance.

Sure enough, even the rain was like Annie, facing the storm with a smile.

Then a smile crept up Levi's mouth and he placed the lily on the coffin.

"Goodbye, Anne-Gallas."

Looking up, Levi saw Jenna's inquiring eyes, his face full of surprise and panic. He turned and looked in the direction Jenna and Jeff were looking, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and then turned back to look at the Galas couple.

"Annie might have a little more friends than you think."

a little?
The scene before us is probably worth a few billion, right?
This...completely breaks expectations!
Walking at the front of the team were Mahomes and Kelce. After changing into black suits, they looked a little uncomfortable, as if they were secretly wearing their father's clothes. There was a long group of people following behind the two of them.

The two old guys Berry and Houston, a group of third-year students including Hill, Jones, Watkins, and Fowler, and players who were relatively quiet in the locker room such as Buck and Damien also came on the court one after another.

One, two, three, four, or five people appeared in an endless stream, advancing slowly in the green rain curtain, approaching in an orderly manner.

It was hard to believe that they had just been waiting quietly at the entrance of the cemetery.

Just for Anne's funeral.

Not to mention others, even Jenna and Jeff were stunned.

Jenna was not familiar with football and had only a vague understanding of the rules of the game, let alone recognizing every member of the Kansas City Chiefs team; but at the moment, Jenna believed that all the members of the Kansas City Chiefs should be present, without missing a single one, even the sparring group.

Because there are definitely more than fifty people in front of us.

Suddenly, Jenna understood——

They were all Anne's friends. Anne, who had been worried that no friends would come to the funeral, finally welcomed a group of warm friends.

This thought made Jenna freeze in place, and when she saw Felix and Karen at the end of the team, she could no longer control herself. She broke down and stood there blankly, letting her tears burst out.

Woo woo woo.

Jenna stood there silently, crying, and quietly disappeared in the sound of rain.

Jeff tried to comfort his wife, but he froze before his right hand touched Jenna's shoulder. An indescribable sadness gripped his heart, and he was unable to control himself. He turned his head in panic to wipe the heat from his cheek.

Karen pushed Felix to the side of the coffin and was about to help, but Felix patted the back of Karen's hand and said, "Mom, I need to do it myself." Karen looked into Felix's eyes, so determined and so sure that she couldn't object after all, and nodded gently.

Felix struggled to support himself with his hands on the wheelchair armrests and stood up on his own. He was shaky and trembling, and might fall at any time, but he took a deep breath and finally stood up.

A figure approached quickly. Felix looked up and first saw the umbrella covering his head, and then saw Levi's calm but determined eyes. He wanted to refuse, but Levi beat him to it.

"You're not going to do a scene from 'The Notebook' and cry in the rain, are you?"

Felix burst out laughing and made a little joke, "Heavy rain, huh? The famous Levi is actually afraid of this little drizzle?"

Levi didn't mind at all, "Don't you know, after the last game, my knees were filled with water and I can't straighten them until now."

Felix was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he didn't know whether Levi was joking or not. He was a beat late to see the smile in Levi's eyes.

Felix exhaled lightly and turned to look at the coffin in front of him. "Annie, look, the rookie is talking nonsense again. What should we do? Do you want to fight him again? We can't win against him."

Although Felix tried hard to smile, sadness still seeped out slowly, like the deep blue sea slowly flooding his head.

"Haha. I was hoping you would give a speech at my funeral, but you got there first. It's you, Anne Galas, who never plays by the rules and catches us off guard."

"matter……"

The words were drowned by tears. Felix hurriedly wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, and quickly smiled, trying to raise the corners of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, we agreed that no matter who leaves first, everyone else will see them off with a smile on their faces. If you saw me looking so pathetic now, you would probably laugh to death. I shouldn't be like this..."

But the tears still couldn't stop.

Felix finally gave up wiping his tears. His shoulders drooped as he just stared at the coffin in front of him, which was falling apart. His right hand holding the white lily also drooped. He stood in front of death, helpless.

Raindrops fell on the umbrella, dancing lightly.

Finally, Felix controlled himself. Although his knees were trembling slightly and he almost couldn't stand, he still refused Levi's help, held his head high and relied on his own strength to stand up straight.

Felix looked at the coffin, took a step forward, approached it gently, placed the lily on it, and lowered his voice, speaking in a whisper that only they could hear.

"It's not over until the game is over. I won't give up, Annie. I won't."

Gently, softly, yet able to feel the power deep in the soul.

He knew, he understood, that on the surface, Anne seemed so brave, strong, optimistic and cheerful, but all of this was just an appearance. When the night was quiet, the fear deep in her heart would still devour her soul with her fangs and claws. Those appearances might require them to expend endless energy and carefully conceal their own fragility.

However, fear does not mean weakness.

On the contrary, after releasing their fear, they will regain the courage and perseverance to continue this doomed battle.

So, he will be like her. Even if he knows the ending has been written, he will still fight to the last moment.

Felix stood up again and reluctantly slid his fingertips gently along the edge of the coffin as he said his final farewell.

"Good night, Annie."

(End of this chapter)