After sitting on the bench for two years, Ye Rang was ridiculed by his teammates as the God of the water cooler, and his dignity was torn apart by the goddess who broke off the engagement in public.
No one knows that hidden under the scar on his wrist is every drop of blood that soaked the floor of the NBA Finals.
When the last drop of blood seeped into the basketball, the mechanical sound that had been silent for thousands of days finally sounded in my ears: The legendary template has been loaded.
From sweeping the NCAA to being a god in the NBA, from being a substitute in the national team to leading the team to overthrow the Dream Team, he wants to set that championship ring on the top of Asia.
