Basketball trainer Hu Yitu transmigrates to 2001 in a parallel world.
This is the best of times.
Unrestrained individual heroics, one man, one city, nobody willing to bow to anyone else. Four great shooting guards, four great forwards, four great centers. Not one of them believes in the process; they only care about the result.
No referees scrutinizing every play to call ticky-tack fouls, no research gurus tinkering all day with their so-called 0-1-2 floating offense, no worship of statistics, and certainly no claiming the title of the greatest ever by carving up your teammates.
It is also the worst of times.
Defense is what wins championships. Players are expendable. If training doesn't kill you, they'll train you to death. If you still don't die, they'll send you onto the court carrying a bomb!
Six players packed into the paint? That means there are three other guys besides you who aren't there. Wide-open lane, get in there!
Hu Tu has no intention of being expendable, so he trains himself into a shooter by sheer force of will.
And from that day on, a generational public enemy of the league is born.
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