NBA: The Old Guy on the Court, I Make King James Cry

"I'm seventy years old, a retired old man working in the kitchen, and you awakened max-level NBA talent in me?"

At the mainland NBA draft combine, an old man appeared wearing a chef's uniform, with a head of silver hair, standing two meters tall and built like a bear. He bench-pressed 198 kilograms, had a standing vertical leap of 120 centimeters, and ran 100 meters in 10.4 seconds.

He destroyed Westbrook in a one-on-one, leaving Harden and a whole group of Rockets executives watching in stunned silence.

"Honestly, I've never seen a seventy-year-old rookie at the draft before."

"..."

The owner of one team was livid. "I sent you to scout, and you came back with an old man?"

The day Qin Yang entered the NBA, the Lakers took one look at the silver-haired old-timer and panicked.

"Sir, how about you sit this one out? You're getting on in years, and if you break something, I can't be held responsible."

Qin Yang, two meters tall, built like a bear, silver-haired and rippling with muscle, gave Kuzma a guileless smile. "Young man, send LeBron out here. This old-timer's going to give him a real challenge."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.