I've done match-fixing.
To save my mother, I ruined my life with a game.
The day my lifetime ban was lifted, I got my only contract - from the bottom team in the league.
The manager said: We don't need you to score, we just need you to make the opponent dirty.
My teammates are a veteran who is about to retire, a fat guy who only knows how to flop, and a silly rookie who regards me as his idol.
The team doctor is the sister of my enemy. She said she would see me go to hell with her own eyes.
The most ridiculous thing is that my "golden finger" is a devil - it makes me stronger at the cost of my bones, ligaments and knees.
Everyone says I'm the dirtiest guy in the history of basketball.
It doesn't matter.
Anyway, I just want to finish this season and disappear completely.
I just didn't expect that…
When I fell on the floor in the finals and the whole audience shouted "MVP".
I cried.
This is the first time I feel playing is a good thing.
