blogombal Chapter 1: You actually want to talk back to me?
Chapter 1: You actually want to talk back to me?
Du Ze swore that he would never dream of such a terrifying thing, not even in his dreams.
When he awoke from his deep sleep and opened his eyes, he saw something as thick as a half-eaten, leftover cream cake slowly approaching him.
Nearly.
Getting closer and closer...
He only woke up suddenly when there was only a 0.01-centimeter gap between them.
Holy crap!
These are human lips.
He reflexively pushed hard, sending the leftover cream cake flying.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the person in front of him was a black man who looked about 8.5 times like Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind. The rest was just speechless.
Well... to say his lips look like stale cream cake is an understatement. If you look closely from a distance, his mouth looks like two sausages stuck together, plus eyes like two sesame seeds, and a pair of protruding ears on his fat head. He is truly ugly beyond belief.
He had never seen such an ugly person in real life.
If being ugly is a crime, then someone with that face should be taken to the execution ground on the spot and executed immediately, without even needing a trial.
Damn it, thank goodness it was broad daylight, or I would have thought I was seeing a ghost.
And this ugly bastard actually tried to slap him just now, it's absolutely outrageous and infuriating...
Du Ze shouted at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing?"
As soon as he said it, he was stunned.
Ok?
Was he speaking... in English?
Moreover, it came out without thinking, as fluently as if he had been born with the language.
He suddenly looked up and around, only to find himself lying on the basketball training court, with no one else around except for the big black guy in front of him.
Where is this...?
next second.
It felt like a needle had pierced my head, and countless images flooded in, like a fast-forwarded movie of my life unfolding wildly in my mind.
"what……"
Du Ze clutched his head, groaning in pain.
The big, burly man panicked completely, grabbing Du Ze's shoulders and shaking him: "What's wrong with you now? Don't scare me..."
After shaking for a while without any improvement, he suddenly realized: "Emergency number, yes, yes, call emergency number, I'll call right now..."
He took out his phone to dial a number when a large hand reached over and pressed the button down.
Du Zeqiang straightened up and slowly shook his head: "It's okay, no need to fight."
Does calling an ambulance cost nothing?
This is a beautiful place; calling an ambulance here is more painful than having your flesh cut off.
Wait a minute, the school team seems to have paid for his medical insurance. Going to the hospital for a rest doesn't seem like a bad idea, does it?
But the big black guy had already deftly put the phone back in his pocket, and Du Ze was too embarrassed to make him take it out again.
Sigh, being too thin-skinned is a disadvantage.
Thinking back to my previous life...
Uh, that's right, he time-traveled.
From 2026, he was suddenly transported to 2009, into the body of a handsome Chinese-American boy also named Du Ze.
This is a sad story. He had just downloaded an adult film on his computer hard drive and hadn't even had a chance to watch it before he ended up here. It's such a pity.
All that effort he put into finding resources was for nothing.
Fortunately, this body is quite handsome, with sharp features and well-defined facial structure; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's a beautiful version of Daniel Wu.
With his height of 204cm and robust physique, he should be able to say goodbye to the identity of a craftsman for the rest of his life.
The big, dark-skinned man's voice rang out again, thick with a South Coast accent: "Are you sure you're alright? Holy crap, you almost scared the hell out of me."
According to the original owner's memories, the incredibly ugly black man in front of her was named Matt Lawrence, two years older than the original owner, and was the cousin of the body's owner, that is, the son of the original owner's mother's cousin.
This relationship is indeed quite obvious, as they are separated by a vast distance.
But the two were very close friends. They grew up in the same neighborhood, played together, and played ball together. When Du Ze was bullied as a child, Lawrence was always the one who stood up for him.
He was even able to get the offer to play here thanks to his cousin's recommendation.
Hmm... a basketball player?
It's a bit tiring.
In his previous life, he worked overtime until midnight for a week straight. He thought he would take a nap on his desk, but that nap turned into a lifetime. When he opened his eyes again, it was already 2009. He died so suddenly and unexpectedly.
Sudden death is probably the best way to describe his kind of death.
Fortunately, they collapsed at the company. The company should give the elderly couple some compensation, right?
so.
Having been given a second chance at life, I don't want to be so tired this time.
Enjoy life to the fullest.
Okay, let's set a small goal first.
Retire before 35, then travel around mountains and rivers. If possible, get to know some beautiful and kind young ladies, and maybe even research what a clam actually looks like.
Du Ze snapped out of his reverie and slowly shook his head again: "It's nothing."
"Wow, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Lawrence patted his chest with lingering fear, then opened his two pink, sausage-like lips and revealed a happy smile.
However, that smile was so intense that it was hard to look directly at her.
Du Ze only glanced at it before his stomach churned, and he couldn't help but gag.
Lawrence looked anxious: "What is it now?"
Du Ze waved his hand: "It's nothing... Ugh!"
Lawrence said, "Let me see if you've bumped your head."
As she spoke, she reached out and brushed Du Ze's hair aside.
That's so rude! Do you think you can just let anyone touch your big head and small head?
Du Ze wanted to refuse, but it was too late.
Lawrence quickly found the swollen area, and when he pressed his finger down, Du Ze felt a tingling sensation mixed with a bit of pain.
After carefully examining the wound, Lawrence breathed a long sigh of relief: "Luckily, it wasn't broken, but it's a little swollen."
Du Ze gave a wry smile: "I already told you it's nothing."
The original owner is indeed gone, so the new one is naturally fine.
It's kind of funny, actually. The reason the original owner got injured, or more accurately, was because after training, he was chatting and joking with Lawrence as usual, and they talked about this year's NBA Slam Dunk Contest.
On a whim, the original owner boasted that he could also perform a super dunk over another person, just like Nate Robinson.
Lawrence, of course, did not believe it and even scoffed at it.
After a few words of argument, the original owner decided to recreate the scene from this year's Slam Dunk Contest where Little Potato, possessed by some kind of kryptonite, leaped over Superman Howard. Yes, this "this year" refers to the Slam Dunk Contest in February 2009.
The result is self-evident.
The original owner failed to take off and landed without support. His head hit the floor hard, and he passed away peacefully without any struggle.
Then, he arrived.
That's the situation.
Lawrence said with some regret, "The tournament is in two days, what are we going to do with this injury?"
Du Ze was stunned for a moment. A tournament?
By the way, it's mid-March now, and the NCAA tournament is about to start.
The Missouri Tigers, a Big 12 team, had an impressive 31-7 record this season, climbing into the top ten nationally against all odds and qualifying for this year's tournament as the third seed.
A total of 64 teams entered the tournament, and they competed against each other in a single match. The winner advanced, and the loser went home. This brutal competition system made the competition full of uncertainty.
And that is precisely its charm.
Without a doubt, this is the purest and most passionate basketball tournament in America. So many universities across the United States consider it an honor to make it to the tournament. The two guys have worked hard all season and have been waiting for this day. They have been eager to compete and are ready to make a big splash.
In response, Du Ze said, "I will be behind you, cheering you on."
Because of Yao Ming, basketball is extremely popular in China. In his previous life, he naturally followed the NBA, looking at statistics and game highlights, and could barely be considered a casual fan.
But will he actually get to play?
In his memory, it was so long ago that it felt like something from the last century. If he remembered correctly, the last time he touched a basketball was back in his first year of high school.
I'm a first-year high school student.
My arrogant youth, my neglected youth.
But ever since his height was fixed at 168cm due to his disability, he gradually lost interest in playing ball.
Why?
If you get beaten up on the playground every day, who can keep fighting?
Losing three, five, or even eight or ten times might discourage you for a while. But if you get completely outmatched from start to finish as soon as you step onto the court, your fighting spirit will be worn down, and you'll naturally have to say goodbye to the court.
After so many years, if I put him on the court now, I reckon he wouldn't even be able to dribble properly; his basketball awareness is long gone.
It's good that you're injured now. Take a good rest, then focus on completing your studies, find an easy job, work from nine to five, and avoid the "blessing" of 996.
Lawrence was even more annoyed upon hearing this: "It's all my fault, I didn't catch you just now."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something: "But don't be too discouraged. I'll go with you to see the team doctor for a check-up later. If there's nothing seriously wrong, you can still play."
Du Ze: "..."
His mind was no longer on the tournament, but he wasn't in a hurry to refuse. Anyway, his head was really hurting, and Miracles was very strict about protecting athletes from concussions.
As long as he keeps saying he has a headache and feels dizzy, there's absolutely no way he'll be allowed to play.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, a voice suddenly rang in my head.
[Host has been detected to possess exceptional basketball IQ; basketball attendance system now linked]
[Given the host's height of 204cm, we are searching for a suitable body template for you.]
[Searching...]
Ah!
Golden thigh?
Or is he a top player in basketball?
Before he could react, the voice in his mind continued to ring out.
[Body templates matching you have been found: Al Horford, Aaron Gordon, Julius Randle, Josh Smith, and Antoine Jamison. Please select your body template from these five for binding.]
[Note: This is a lifetime binding. After binding, you will permanently possess the physical attributes of this template, including height, weight, wingspan, jumping ability, speed, strength, and athleticism.]
Du Ze was dumbfounded. Wasn't it 09? Aaron Gordon and Randall were still playing in the mud in high school at this time, so how did they end up on the list?
Is it a system vulnerability, or is it based on his understanding of big data?
And... is it a lifelong commitment?
This is this...
Before he could think it through, the timer had already started counting down.
【ten】
【nine】
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