[Sports + System + Transmigration + Parallel World + Androgyny + Fired-Up]
When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, my flowers bloom and all others die.
An once-in-eight-centuries basketball prodigy was unable to play professionally because of his height and background. After transmigrating into the body of a middle school girl who is just 140 centimeters tall, he activates the “Carnival System.”
Not tall enough? The System has you covered.
Once I’m 234 centimeters tall, I’ll rule the paint with one hand!
Need vertical leap? I’ve got “Trampoline”!
Need physicality? I’ve got “Bumper Cars”!
Need speed? I’ve got “Rocket Launcher”!
What else do you need?
Second-generation players? If you don’t like it, take me on one-on-one!
The new number one pick? If you don’t like it, take me on one-on-one!
National team players? If you don’t like it, take me on one-on-one!
Players returning from overseas? If you don’t like it, take me on one-on-one!
Lose, and get on your knees and call me Dad!
At the Olympics, have you countries decided among yourselves who’s taking silver?
The gold medal is mine.
What? Showering with the women’s team?
For team unity!
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!!!
