28-31.
The West took the lead again by 3 points.
"Li Wei has less than two minutes left," Kurt Warner said, looking at the clock. "And they're out of timeouts. This would be a Hell-level difficulty for any veteran NFL Quarterback, let alone a high school kid."
His tone carried a hint of schadenfreude as he glanced at Mike beside him.
"Let's have faith in Li Wei," Mike said. "I trust my gut, Kurt."
The camera cut to Li Wei.
"The hope of the East, three million people watching online, fifty-six thousand watching live in the stadium," the head coach said, patting Li Wei on the back. "You have two minutes left."
"Two minutes?" Li Wei chuckled. "That's too long, Coach. I want to get home and take a shower."
"The snap!"
All of the West's defensive players charged like mad dogs, betting all their glory on trying to smother Li Wei's final drive.
The pocket collapsed instantly.
Li Wei didn't pass. He tucked the ball and scrambled to his right.
