[Basketball and farming + laid-back daily life + basketball growth + youth + sweet school romance]
A blue dialog box suddenly appears in a dream.
[Young man, are you willing to become a dream chaser?]
Mai Ke: Hah! Ptooey!
[…]
Years later.
Reporter: Gentlemen, what do you think of Mr. Mai Ke, the greatest player in basketball history?
A: This is live, isn't it?
A: Ahem. Mr. Mai Ke's skills are beyond reproach. His games are incredibly entertaining, and his scoring ability is explosive. He was born to play basketball. The title of greatest player in history is well deserved. He's a role model for us all!
B: Absolutely!
Reporter: Those are the qualities everyone recognizes. Could you tell us about his flaws?
A: Please turn off the camera.
Reporter: Huh? It's off.
A: This guy has no respect for anyone. He... he doesn't deserve his position!
B: Let me say it! He's a menace on the court, a total thug. Disgusting and shameless!
A: You can't even have a proper conversation with him. A few words in, and he's singing or making some sleazy remark. It's so insulting! I propose we kick him out of basketball!
B: Seconded! Don't interrupt, I've still got more to say!
B: This guy doesn't deserve Qin Song. She's my goddess! How could she lower herself to be with a scumbag like him...
A: You @#￥@#%!
Reporter: Gentlemen, stop fighting over the microphone.
Reporter: Mr. Mai Ke, you've surely heard what your two close friends think of you. They seem to have some complaints. What do you make of them?
Mai Ke: Look carefully. Look closely. Look boldly. Read every single word.
Reporter: …
