Li Wei: ???
An innocent civilian, Mr. Li, waved his hands in disbelief, "You should ask the quarterback, why ask a passerby like me? Please don't disturb my enjoyment of the spectacle."
That robust and confident demeanor made everyone around him burst into laughter, but Houston wasn't fooled, "Discussion, this is discussion. Mr. Passerby, are you sure you don't want to express an opinion?"
At his side, Mahomes playfully clenched his fist, held it out in front of Li Wei, and exaggeratedly knelt on one knee, acting as a microphone stand.
Li Wei didn't decline, either; he shook his head and wagged his tail as if preparing to recite a poem, with an unfathomable expression, even going so far as to scratch at a nonexistent goat beard.
"No, it's not possible. I think a fifty-yard long pass is too difficult, and you might not even kick that far with a foot, let alone with a hand. This isn't discus throwing."
Tsk!
Thump!
"Terrible!"
Boo hoo hoo.
