>I became the laughingstock of the entire internet: the worst water cooler keeper in the history of the NBA.
>In despair, Shaolin Temple sent an invitation: Sign in for ten days and realize your basketball dream.
>I went there with the mentality of just having a meal, but I signed out for the peerless Qinggong "Treading on the Snow Without Traces".
>I posted a video casually, and an NBA coach saw it: "Sign him! Let him block Jordan!"
>The league trembled when I knocked O'Neal away with a golden bell and stole Magic with a point-and-point hand.
>At the moment of life and death in the finals, I soared ten meters into the air to complete the winning goal.
>In the sky full of colorful ribbons, the system prompt sounded: "The ultimate Shaolin trial begins: becoming a monk on the spot."
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