Ah.
The heart, slightly speeding up, watching that figure sprinting full speed on the field, uncontrollably standing up, the whole stadium without exception.
Ah!
The wildly beating heart gets faster and faster, yet makes no sound, just clenching fists, the mind running wildly with that red number 23 figure, all blood boiling to the brain, finally evolving into a roar, completely exploding.
That figure leisurely and calmly turns around and retreats, gracefully entering the end zone in front of that black wave with teeth and claws—
Perfect, curtain call.
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah!
The mind, a tempestuous sea.
"He's here, he's there, he's everywhere, he is the Edgerunner, Li Wei Li Wei Li Wei!"
Familiar melodies hover above Arrowhead Stadium again, the entire crowd singing, without exception, the deafening, passionate singing is burning.
Crazy, absolutely crazy.
