People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 102 Don't tease me, Li Wei is laughing (Seeking monthly votes)

"Is there anything I should be aware of?" Li Wei asked, "Like, people I suspect?"

"I don't know about that, and we actually have a pretty good relationship on the surface. The NFL and NCAA even have to cooperate," Mara said. "They have to give us face after all, so I guess they probably won't target you too obviously. But you mainly need to pay attention to your diet. Don't get an upset stomach or have trouble sleeping and it will affect your performance. After all, we're in a hotel now, and there are dozens or even hundreds of media outlets here."

Li Wei nodded.

"Okay, I just wanted to tell you to be careful, but don't put too much pressure on yourself," Mara said. "Also, I have some good news for you."

"Oh?" Li Wei seemed intrigued. "What good news?"

"The current NFL commissioner, Roger Goodell, will also be watching this game," Mara patted him on the shoulder. "We've almost reached an agreement. Roger has no objection to giving you a special pass, provided you get the MVP award during practice, but that shouldn't be a problem for you."

"He's very interested in you," Mara said. "The NFL is actively expanding into the Asian market, and if you can get directly into the Giants, Roger said he'll personally help you get a great endorsement deal."

"Looks like I'll have to work hard for my endorsement now?" Li Wei shrugged.

"Looking forward to the day you bring fresh energy to the NFL," Mara stood up and shook his hand. "I have to go to Los Angeles tonight, but if you feel your roommate is trying to bother you, you can stay here."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and the middle-aged man who had just brought Li Wei over placed the black card in his hand on the table.

Mara took out another black room key from his pocket and handed both of them to Li Wei.

"This..." Li Wei said, "Wouldn't this be against the rules?"

"That's true," Mara said, "but now I need you to maintain absolute focus and your best energy. You absolutely cannot fail, understand, son?"

Li Wei glanced at Mara's eyes and the two room keys in his hand.

He also has some knowledge of the Giants' current situation.

Since the Giants won a Super Bowl more than 10 years ago, their performance has plummeted in the following 10 years, and they have only made the playoffs twice in those 10 years.

Their performance over the past three years has been even more appalling.

6-11, 3-14, 4-13, and even last year when John Mara approached Levy, the Giants' head coach had just been fired, and the management had been completely overhauled by an angry Mara. Now they desperately needed to tell a new story and create a new savior.

"In that case," Li Wei thought for a moment, "let's leave this room to my uncle and cousin. My cousin said their room is next to the highway outside the city, and people keep driving around making noise."

John Mara's expression remained unchanged as he nodded.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he said, putting away the room key and calling back the staff member. "Give the room key to Mr. Don Quixote Cervantes."

"Of course I know, I can read," Li Wei thought to himself.

【Knight - Silver Body (Transcendent) 2/4】

[Moderately increases physical resistance, providing good protection against weapons, low-powered firearms, plagues, and diseases.]

It had a good resistance to plagues and diseases, and he felt that as long as he wasn't given a deadly poison, he would be completely immune.

After saying goodbye to John Mara, Levi re-entered the elevator and went down to the first floor. He calculated the time and realized it was time for dinner.

The restaurant on the first floor of the hotel has clearly been adjusted to accommodate the athletes.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the golden sunset outside, the interior is brightly lit, and the air is filled with the aroma of grilled steak and black pepper. The long buffet table is piled high with high-protein red meat, carbohydrates and fresh fruits and vegetables, while on the other side, chefs in uniforms are busy at the teppanyaki grill, ready to serve freshly prepared meals at any time.

Li Wei took a plate and added two large portions of ribeye steak and a plate of spaghetti bolognese, all without any qualms.

Although John Mara had warned him about food safety just a dozen minutes earlier, warning him to be careful and to prevent anyone from tampering with his food, he didn't really care.

Possessing an extraordinary constitution that grants him a high probability of immunity to plagues and diseases, he believes that as long as he doesn't ingest directly lethal poison, things like diarrhea, dehydration, or food poisoning caused by ordinary laxatives or spoiled food, which are disastrous for athletes, are not a problem for him.

As for deliberately injuring him by manipulating his clothes or shoes?

Don't be ridiculous, Li Wei is laughing. Even if you took a pistol and fired a shot at him, you wouldn't be able to break his defenses.

He took some more desserts, and carrying a plate piled up like a small mountain, Li Wei avoided the noisy central area and found an inconspicuous corner to sit down.

It was dinnertime, and the restaurant was already bustling with activity.

Looking around, this place seems to gather the best football talent from almost every state in the US. Groups of burly young men with thick necks roam in the air, which is filled with the smell of sweat from athletes and the body odor of white and black people.

"Hey Jack! I heard you broke the state record for touchdown in Texas last year?"

"That's true, but it still doesn't compare to your performance in Florida. I saw you were in the top 10 on ESPN's prediction list."

Li Wei enjoyed his meal while observing the social dynamics of the place.

These players clearly knew each other before the match and had their own strict social circles.

Most of them came from prestigious NCAA schools or star high schools in various states. They were either old rivals or long-time friends. They high-fived each other, played games, and loudly discussed their newly signed agents or the letters of intent for shoe sponsorships they had received.

As for Li Wei, he occasionally received a few scrutinizing glances, but they quickly looked away.

Li Wei was happy to avoid too much interaction with them and focus on the food in front of him.

Just then, a figure walked over, and the small groups of people present, whether black or white, all walked over to him, vying to greet him.

He was a tall, well-proportioned white young man with a buzz cut.

Levi had heard of him, Trevor Carson, the undisputed number one high school player in the nation this year, second only to him, and number one on both ESPN and Rivals lists.

As for the 247Sports rankings, Li Wei took first place.

It is said that as early as two years ago, the head coaches of Alabama, Georgia and Ohio State University had already visited him at home, and at this year's Gatorade Cup, he also won the Gatorade All-American Player of the Year award, making him a true prodigy.

His arrival instantly changed the atmosphere in the restaurant. Several high school students who had been sitting at the central round table, exuding an air of importance, immediately put down their knives and forks, their faces beaming with smiles as they prepared to greet him; many others were eager to get acquainted with this future NFL draft prospect.

"Hey Trevor! There's a seat here!" someone shouted.

However, Trevor's gaze merely greeted the people around him politely before finally settling on a corner.

The next second, under everyone's watchful eyes, Trevor Carson refused the two men's request to share a table, walked straight through the lobby, and strode towards the most secluded corner.

Just as Li Wei put a piece of beef into his mouth, he felt a shadow cast on the table.

He chewed as he looked up, somewhat surprised, at the prodigy before him.

"Lee...you're Lee, right? The only Asian athlete, the top player on 247Sports," Trevor asked, "representing the Eastern Conference this time?"

Li Wei swallowed his food, slowly pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and nodded: "It's me."

The surrounding crowd, all ears, were speculating about what would happen next, and some were even ready to watch the spectacle unfold.

East vs. West, top of the standings vs. top of the standings, it wouldn't be surprising if the two of them started fighting the next second.

But the next second, Trevor pulled out the chair opposite Levi, leaned forward, and whispered, "My God, it really is you. Dude, I'm a fan!"

Li Wei: ?

"Is this seat taken?" he asked excitedly. "Can I sit here?"

"Um..." Li Wei paused for a moment, "Please go ahead."

Seeing that the two seemed to be getting along very well, the people around them gradually lost interest and dispersed.

After Trevor returned with some food, he looked at the plate in front of Levi and whispered a warning, "Buddy, someone here might be targeting you. Be careful."

"What?" Li Wei frowned. "Do you know what news?"

In his opinion, Trevor was really baffling.

He was a genius high school student admired by everyone, yet this person came up to him and started talking, then revealed the truth, saying that someone might be deliberately targeting him, which seemed very intentional.

"I heard it from a rumor," Trevor said in a low voice. "The NCAA isn't too happy about the NFL."

I'm breaking this precedent for you.

"Thank you," Li Wei nodded. "Why are you telling me all this?"

When Trevor saw that Levi seemed completely unsurprised, he immediately realized that Levi had been prepared all along.

"Of course it's because I want you to break the mold, buddy," he rubbed his hands together and said in a low voice, "If you can get into the NFL, who would want to play in the NCAA? The NCAA can only sell image rights to NIL, which is at most a few hundred thousand dollars a year."

"If you can become the first person in history, I might also benefit from it and get promoted to the NFL in a year."

"I see," Li Wei nodded. "Thank you, I'll be careful."

While Levi and Trevor were chatting, in the distance, in the kitchen.

Are you sure he ate it?

"I personally grilled two steaks for him!" Another fat chef wearing a tall hat replied in a low voice while pretending to wipe the counter. "As you requested, I added a strong laxative for three people. Not to mention a person, even a cow would have to kneel in front of the toilet all night to poop."

"Then why isn't he reacting at all?" The kitchen helper who spoke first frowned. "Look at his face, he doesn't seem to have any stomach pain at all."

The two men stared intently at Li Wei.

Based on the effects of the drug, Li Wei should be sweating profusely and clutching his stomach, frantically searching for a toilet by now. But in reality, Li Wei not only sat perfectly still, but even casually patted Carson on the shoulder.

It was at this moment that Li Wei triggered another quest.

You encountered trace amounts of alchemical toxins.

[Based on "Knight - Silver Body" status check... Check passed]

You are immune to this type of toxin.

You have encountered the mission: Immunity to All Poisons (1/5)

[Pounding one's own body to push it to its limits, then ingesting four times the amount of alchemical toxins]

[Task Reward: +0.1 Free Attribute Points]

Li Wei looked at the system notification in front of him and raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.

So this is what they call "targeting"? The methods are even more despicable and direct than he imagined.

but....

He stared at the progress bar (1/5), his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing precisely on the teppanyaki stall in the distance. The two chefs, meeting Li Wei's gaze, immediately lowered their heads guiltily, pretending to be busy.

"Trevor," Levi suddenly stood up, picking up his empty plate, "the steak here is quite good, would you like some more?"

"Huh?" Trevor Carson paused, glancing at the mountain of empty plates in front of Levi. "You're still not full? Dude, your appetite is astounding. We may expend a lot of energy, but we can't overeat like this. The event director is going to give a speech later..."

""

Li Wei didn't shake the protein powder today; it doesn't matter if he eats a little.

He walked straight toward the stall with the plate in his hand.

"Has he been discovered? Is he here to cause trouble?" The kitchen helper's hands trembled slightly.

However, Li Wei simply placed the plate on the table and held up four fingers.

"Give me four more servings," Levi said. "Ribeye and sirloin, both, with extra sauce. The flavor was really unique, I really liked it."

The two chefs looked at each other, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

More? And more sauce?

The two exchanged a glance, both harboring some suspicion.

There might have been a slight problem just now. Since he didn't notice, let's add it for him!

Sizzle—

Oil splattered everywhere on the hot plate. As the fat chef was frying, his back to Li Wei, his hands trembling like he had Parkinson's disease, he slathered on the pre-prepared special sauce as if it were free.

If this dosage were applied to an ordinary person, they would probably need to have their stomach pumped at the hospital to save half their life.

Five minutes later, four neatly stacked steaks were placed in front of Li Wei.

Levi returned to Trevor's side, chatting with him while simultaneously spearing a large piece of meat with his fork.

In the end, he even used bread to dip the sauce in and ate it all up.

"This...how is this possible?" The kitchen helper's voice trembled. "That was a powerful veterinary laxative I bought. Was it expired? Or did we buy counterfeit medicine?"

"Impossible!" the fat chef gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "The seller said this medicine could even knock out an elephant!"

"Then how do you explain that kid eating so much and still acting like nothing happened?" The kitchen helper looked in the direction Li Wei disappeared, then at the little bit of sauce left on the edge of the hot plate. "It must be that the medicine you bought was faulty, or it was switched."

"Fuck, I don't believe it!"

The fat chef was a stubborn man, and the panic of failing the mission made him lose his mind. He knew that the staff who assigned them this task were very generous, and could at least pay off one-fifth of his student loan in one go. He didn't want to miss this opportunity.

He picked up a small spoon and scraped the remaining black pepper sauce from the bottom of the bowl. "I'll taste it to see if the medicine has worn off."

"I'll give it a try too," the kitchen helper chimed in.

The two of them each took a small sip.

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