"His movements were unorganized and an insult to basketball!"
In the NBA draft training ground, the arrogant and arrogant No. 1 Pick, Lane, threw Su Zhan's resume to the ground in public and called security in contempt: "Get this yellow-skinned wildcat out."
Everyone is laughing.
Coaches are shaking their heads, scouts are crossing out names, and sponsor representatives don't even bother to look up.
Nineteen-year-old Chinese-American Su Zhan stood in the center of the training ground with an account balance of US$37 and a visa that would expire in three months. Losing the draft means bankruptcy, deportation, and the complete death of a basketball dream.
Then, a cold reminder sounded in my mind——
"[Dimensional Basketball System] has been successfully bound. A gift package for newbies has been distributed: [Sakuragi Hanamichi·Peak Physique Template] + [Aomine Daiki·Infinite Shooting (Full Level)]."
Su Zhan slowly raised his head, with a bloodthirsty curve at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out a finger towards the No. 1 Pick.
"1V1. If you win, I will get out of this stadium immediately. I won -"
He paused, looked around at the stunned faces in the audience, and said in an understatement:
"Kneel down for me."
Su Zhan appeared again and looked like a completely different person. Facing the two-meter-and-eight-meter monster inside, he leaned back in an extremely unnatural way and threw the ball hard at the moment when he completely lost his balance——
Uh-huh! Hollow into the net!
The No. 1 Pick's pupils suddenly contracted.
But this is just the beginning.
