Chapter 395 Two Worlds
Super Bowl.

Berry’s ultimate dream is for every football player, and he once thought that he might never have the chance to step onto the Super Bowl field to compete for the highest honor of the NFL in his career.

but.

Now the opportunity is right in front of us, just one game away.

Berry couldn’t help but feel his heart beating fast.

However, Berry controlled himself. He didn’t want to destroy his hope because of his impatience. After all, they still had an AFC final to fight. If they ignored the Jacksonville Jaguars, the Pittsburgh Steelers’ ending would be a warning.

No one expected the Jacksonville Jaguars to beat the Pittsburgh Steelers twice in the season, just as no one expected the Kansas City Chiefs to beat the New England Patriots twice in the season.

The closer you are to your dream, the more you need to be calm.

Go all out!

Taking a deep breath, Berry managed to control his excitement.

“James, how are we getting on?”

Berry looked up at White, his eyes filled with hope but also a hint of nervousness.

White understood the feeling of gain and loss, so he didn’t keep it a secret, “Everything went well.”

Berry’s eyes lit up. “So, I can catch up? I mean, if the team… “

White understood and smiled, “If you continue to rehab as planned, yes, we can catch up.”

Bailey clenched his fist, “Good job!”

White patted Berry’s shoulder gently and said, “Eric, you should have more confidence in yourself. You have been working so hard all along. Your perseverance and determination amaze me. Nothing can stop you from returning to the court.”

Berry’s eyes flashed with high morale. “Do you know what the rookies said to me? They fight on the court, and I have my own battles outside the court. We are a team. No matter where or how, we fight side by side together.”

Berry turned to look at White, “My brothers fought with all their might, how could I lose to them?”

White couldn’t help but get excited too, but he remained professional and calm, “So, are you ready for today’s work?”

“Haha.” Berry laughed heartily, “I’ve been waiting for you to speak.”

……

The night is falling.

The streets were bustling with noise, and the out-of-tune singing of people drunkenly announced their presence in a strange way amid the roar of engines.

“Federation Finals, here we come!”

“Fly! Fly! Fly!”

“The Chief is coming, please be careful!”

Even though the divisional round ended two full days ago, Kansas City is still in party mode.

Maybe some people can’t understand. It’s just advancing to the AFC Championship. It’s not advancing to the Super Bowl, let alone winning the Super Bowl. Is it that serious?
But this is Kansas City.

They are really easy to satisfy. The first consecutive playoff wins in 24 years is enough to put the whole city into party mode. The focus is not on how many wins the team wins, but on the spirit and strength shown by the team.

Don’t give in, don’t give up, don’t surrender.

The tenacity and fighting spirit in their bones have rekindled the hope of the residents of Kansas City, making them believe that the long economic downturn will eventually end, that the terrible life difficulties will eventually come to an end, and that the stubborn and tenacious weeds will eventually survive the cold winter and wait for the first ray of sunshine in spring.

This is enough.

The Kansas City Chiefs’ season has far exceeded expectations, with a fierce victory over the Tennessee Titans in the wild-card round and a comeback win over the New England Patriots in the divisional round. They are not greedy.

So, carnival mode begins.

Provos sat in the alley behind the restaurant, squatting in front of the stinky ditch, wearing rubber gloves, scrubbing greasy kitchen utensils.

It’s not the dishes, but the pipes for handling kitchen waste, sewage, garbage, etc. They are not only heavily stained, but also smelly. After cleaning once, the whole body may be covered with stench, which completely penetrates the skin. It is like brushing a horse and cannot be washed away even after a bath. It takes at least three or four days to “air” before it disappears. What’s worse is that the hourly wage is only eight dollars, which is only slightly higher than the minimum hourly wage required by law.

So, almost no one is willing to do this job.

But Provos had no choice.

Wearing gloves, a mask and a shower cap, he looked exactly like someone handling industrial waste, but the stench was still nauseating. His stomach kept churning, awakening the remnants of last night’s hamburger.

Same space, two worlds.

At the end of the alley, fans wearing the red home jerseys of the Kansas City Chiefs flowed like magma. The haze that shrouded the city seemed to dissipate after a long time, and a thin ray of sunlight fell down.

Provos glanced at it inadvertently and couldn’t help but stop, staring blankly at the heat wave, his thoughts and eyes in the brilliant night.

He should be happy that the team has finally broken the playoff curse.

But he didn’t dare.

Because he never believed in the team, because he always refused to believe in the team, he did not stand and fight alongside the team, he was not sure he had the qualifications to celebrate the victory.

He really… had been in despair for so long that he didn’t know how to hold on to hope, just like a person who hadn’t eaten meat for a long time, suddenly eating a lot of meat, and the result was vomiting like crazy, or even getting seriously ill.

His world was deeply mired in the mud. There was only endless darkness and pain. He was struggling in the despair of helplessness and isolation. He didn’t even have the courage to end his own life. He just lingered on like garbage.

He had forgotten how to hope.

Not just him.

The whole city is like this. Kansas City has been in trouble for so long that it has forgotten what life with a future and hope is like. It is dead and lifeless, and they are like the walking dead.

So, apart from complaining and attacking, he didn’t know what he could do.

More importantly, he was afraid.

He feared that he had become a curse, that his complacency might drag down the team and end their incredible season.

Perhaps, the only reason why the team created a miracle was that this cursed guy kept his distance and did not bring bad luck to the team.

Perhaps, this is the best way. He continues to rot and stink in the ditch, watching the team from afar, quietly watching the team create a miracle.

However, looking at the brilliant red burning in the night, my heart couldn’t help but beat faster.

Wait, there’s someone!
Provos noticed a figure appearing at the entrance of the alley and quickly looked away, trying hurriedly to hide the desire and expectation in his eyes.

Continue to be busy with the work at hand.

“…Chris.”

Provos glanced furtively and saw it was West.

Without looking up, Provos attacked with a gruff voice.

“You shouldn’t have come here, little heart off your boots.”

West sighed softly, “Chris, I didn’t do anything to offend you, there’s no need for you to attack me.”

Provos was like a hedgehog, attacking back with sharp words, “Haha, so I should be grateful for your charity?”

West: … “Yes.”

Provos was stunned.

Admitted it, just admitted it like that?

Suddenly, Provos raised his head and looked over, but West glared back at him without showing any weakness.

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