In the NBA trial game, I played ten irons in a row and was widely criticized on the Internet as "the most connected person in history."
The team owner's daughter defied all odds and signed me on the spot, which made the meritorious coach resign angrily.
Everyone is waiting to see my joke, waiting to see the team collapse.
They don't know that my [Absolute Hit] system can only be activated in official matches.
During garbage time in the preseason, I was teased and pushed onto the court to take the final shot.
A casual throw, a super long three-pointer - a buzzer-beating buzzer-beater!
The entire league was shocked, the bench went crazy, and the owner's daughter laughed.
And my system panel just flashed: [Unlimited range, unlocked].
Since then, the NBA has ushered in its ultimate devil.
A midfield three-pointer? Just regular operation. With your back to the basket? Same hollow into the net.
From the public enemies of the league to the God of Basketball, everyone who looks down on me will be dominated by my range and tremble!
