At twenty-six, Li Yan died suddenly at his factory job, tightening screws on the assembly line. When he woke up, he found himself reborn as a Houston Rockets ball boy, with the “Three Balls Won’t Kill You” System activated.
Harden: “I’m not the ball-dominant superstar. Li Yan is.”
Kobe: “Li Yan isn’t just my benefactor. He’s also the player I respect most. He’s seen three in the morning in Houston.”
Paul: “The 2018 Rockets were the strongest team I’ve ever played for, and Li Yan was my best teammate!”
KD: “A point guard really thinks he can post me up one-on-one!”
Nine-Finger Green: “Li Yan is the real son of Houston!!”
Kawhi: “Whatever you do, don’t mess with Li Yan. I went one-on-one against him for three possessions, and he scored on me ten times!!”
Popovich: “My greatest wish is to coach Li Yan before I retire.”
LeBron: “Li Yan’s here?! Give me the ball, I’m going home…”
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Author, look what you wrote? A childhood sweetheart who suddenly appears in a mess? The Rockets are still a trap team that cannot be entered. Rockets, 76ers, Spurs are lightning protection