In Game 7 of the finals, his attempt at a game-winning three-pointer fell short. The sound of his Achilles tendon snapping was the final echo of Lin Ye’s previous life. When he closed his eyes in despair and opened them again, he heard the clamor of a middle school basketball court. He was back at fifteen, in those golden years when the tragedy had yet to happen and his physical gifts were just beginning to emerge.
In an era when traditional centers ruled the game and guards were still honing their midrange shots, Lin Ye had a decade of future tactics in his arsenal and basketball IQ at the highest level. He was practically a court demon from a higher dimension!
“He’s too skinny. He’ll never drive past anyone!” the opposing coach sneered.
But the next second, Lin Ye rose for a cold-blooded shot from two steps beyond the three-point line. Up it went, down it fell: nothing but net! The whole arena fell silent!
He didn’t need a System. The muscle memory built from tens of thousands of shots in his previous life, along with his unbeatable sense of rhythm, was the greatest cheat code of all. From then on, the three-point storm unleashed by an Eastern guard swept across the world. From high school leagues to the NCAA and then the NBA Finals, towering big men from every team were left questioning their lives.
