
I Just Played Basketball, but Became the Chosen One
就打个篮球,却成了天选之子
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 1.5M Words
- Genre
- Sports
- Subgenre
- Sporting Events
- Updated
- 1y ago
- English
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Forever living in their comfort zone. Never changing, always the same formula, constantly hyping up the protagonist and constantly questioning them. Do you really enjoy showing off and getting slapped in the face? Instead of spending time finding pictures, why not think about how to improve? Your last book was terrible in the later stages, and you're writing it like this again? Do you really think everyone's here for the pictures?
Outrageous. A 23-point lead at halftime, then forced to a buzzer-beater in the second half. This is the 2003 NCAA tournament; I almost thought it was Chris Paul's game in 2023. No need for this; just a clean sweep would have been enough. The NCAA would have been a complete stomp from start to finish. Why bother with this "30 years east of the river, 30 years west of the river" nonsense? It's enough to make grave robbers weep.
Other people's books get better with each writing session, but yours get worse and worse. You use the same formula for several books, endlessly repeating the same sloppy style. You're just living off your old material.
No, they've already won two championships and two MVPs, but it feels a bit frustrating. Any random clown can provoke them, belittle them relentlessly, and then slap them in the face. I want to ask, is anyone that stupid? And what kind of temper do they have with the protagonist? They know perfectly well that provoking him will result in a slap in the face and an insult. Those people are despicable.
According to a report by the Palestinian newspaper Al-Quds on October 16, NBA star LeBron James was accidentally hit by an Israeli rocket while traveling to Israel on his private plane to "fight for his country." During his emergency parachute jump, James made a mistake and landed in Hamas-occupied territory, where he was captured on the spot by a Hamas patrol.
How many books have you written? They're all the same formula, like an assembly line.
Ugh, it's the same old routine, the mocking and slapping-in-the-face moments are getting so bad I can't keep up...
The old loser is releasing a new book, I'll take you guys to see it on my bike.
No, what happened to the promised best friend/son-in-law?
To be honest, I'm tired of it, I'm sick of it.