The cold air penetrated straight into the nose, mixed with the smell of sweat and low-quality leather. Zhao Wei's throat was so dry that it hurt, and his chest was so tight that it felt like a huge stone was pressing down on him. He struggled to open his eyelids, only to find that the light in front of him was too bright and dazzling. He traveled back in time to 2002 and became the general manager of the Houston Rockets. In this year, Yao entered the NBA, and Da Zhi suffered from defection. As the time-traveling general manager, Zhao Wei vowed to make Yao an NBA champion, and to use the NBA to bring the level of the national team into the forefront of the world...
