This time travel thing is ridiculous. When I used to be a reporter, I was most annoyed by this kind of news.
But now I believe it - because I am the protagonist of the bullshit.
Previous life: A twenty-eight-year-old basketball reporter who understood the game well and was a CUBA water cooler administrator who averaged ten minutes per game. He wrote an article exposing gambling and was killed.
This life: Thirteen-year-old junior high school student in Beijing, short, thin, shooting like a stone, even the school team didn't want me.
But I have twenty years of NBA playbooks in my head.
I know what will happen after Jordan's last shot, I know Curry will change basketball, I know how to pick up the slack in the draft, I know which trainer is reliable and which doctor can treat a ruptured Achilles tendon.
To put it bluntly, others rely on talent to play, and I rely on spoilers to play.
Oh, by the way, I missed a woman in my last life, I have to find her early in this life.
She is at Stanford Medical School.
She is waiting for me.
There is an auxiliary system and a reborn brain.
Nine crowns, a relationship, from the equipment room to the Hall of Fame.
