Hua Twelve seemed to be in endless darkness. He was in a daze and didn't know how long it had been. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the distance like a morning star.
As that little bit of light appeared, the darkness quickly receded.
Then, the light quickly retreated into darkness, and brilliant lights and shadows, and noisy sounds came one after another.
The cheers from all around and the snapping sounds of camera shutters finally got Hua Twelve's newly awakened thoughts moving.
When he saw everything around him clearly, he was dumbfounded: "What did I see, Kobe? It's still the young Kobe, Fisher..."
"Hey... why are they so short!"
Just when Hua Twelve was wondering if he was dreaming, he felt something wrong in his hand, as if he was holding a spherical object.
Is it a basketball? Considering the surrounding court environment, this is what Hua Twelve thought of first, but it shouldn't be, how could it be so small.
Looking down, I saw a pair of huge dark-skinned hands holding a basketball. However, compared with the giant hands that wrapped it, the basketball looked like a shrunken children's toy basketball.
"Is this a dream?"
Before Hua Twelve could figure out the situation, he heard a beep. He looked up and saw a white referee putting down his whistle, indicating that the serve had timed out and the other team was serving.
"Hey Shaq, you okay?"
A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit stood on the sidelines and asked loudly.
The man spoke in English. Strangely, Hua Shier, who had never been good at English and had never been abroad, could hear him clearly without any effort.
Hua Shier immediately recognized the middle-aged man who was talking to him. He turned out to be the famous NBA champion coach, Zen Master Phil Jackson. However, the man in front of him was much younger than he remembered.
'Hua Twelve' is a fake fan.
Fake fans are those who only watch the games of their favorite stars. 'Hua Twelve' is one of them. The Bulls of Joe and the Lakers of Kendrick are both his favorite teams, and 'Zen Master' happens to be the head coach of the combination of Joe and Kendrick during their peak period.
Therefore, even if 'Hua Twelve' is just a fake fan, it does not affect his familiarity with 'Zen Master'.
Hua Twelve's mind was a little confused. What did the Zen Master call me, Shaq? Isn't that O'Neal's name?
etc.....
'Hua Twelve' looked down at his huge black hands again. Could it be... He thought of a possibility and immediately threw the basketball to the referee who kept signaling him to hand over the ball, then turned and ran towards the player tunnel.
"Hey Shaq, what are you doing?"
The Zen Master looked confused, and so were the players on both sides of the court.
"I'm going to the bathroom!"
"Hua Twelve" shouted without turning his head. As soon as he said this, he realized that he was also speaking English, and very fluently. He couldn't help but speed up his pace.
On the stands on both sides of the player tunnel, fans cheered towards Hua Twelve: "Shaq, I love you..."
But there were more boos and jeers:
"Big Diesel Engine, you must be afraid of our Barca, Dream, and our strongest rookie Steve, haha..."
The moment Hua Twelve rushed into the player tunnel, the Zen Master's voice requesting a substitution came from behind.
At this time, the commentators on the field also figured out why the 'Big Shark' was in a hurry to leave. They were laughing and teasing that 'O'Neal' must be holding it in, otherwise he wouldn't have just dropped the game and rushed to the bathroom.
In the player tunnel, Hua Twelve randomly found a staff member and asked where the restroom was, then rushed in as fast as he could and locked the door.
Standing in front of the mirror of the sink, looking at the tall dark figure inside, 'Hua Twelve' finally proved that he had indeed traveled through time and space to become the body of 'Shaq', the top center in the NBA.
"Shaquille O'Neal? I really traveled through time and space and became the Great Shark..."
Hua Twelve slapped his head vigorously: "How could this happen? I must be dreaming!"
But as he slapped his head hard, many memories came flooding back, reminding Hua Twelve of what had happened before.
As far as he could remember, his mother introduced him to a blind date. Today was the day of his blind date. After meeting her, he found that the woman was surprisingly outstanding: beautiful, intellectual, gentle, and generous. Almost all the beautiful words used to praise young women could be found in her.
Although Hua Shier himself was not bad looking, the other party's conditions were obviously not something that a young man like him, who had just graduated from school and had been working for over a year, could match.
This was indeed the case. After meeting in a high-end cafe, although there was no traditional blind date plot like in novels where the rich are despised by the poor, the girl directly stated that she had just returned from studying abroad and was focused on her career, and did not want to find a boyfriend so soon.
This blind date was arranged just to please my parents.
The woman apologized very sincerely, and "Hua Twelve" could only generously say that it didn't matter, and said that he actually didn't want to find a girlfriend so early, also to deal with his family.
The meeting ended in a harmonious atmosphere. After a cup of coffee, both parties paid for their own bills and went out together. After saying goodbye in a friendly manner, one went left and the other went right.
They should have parted ways like this and had nothing to do with each other ever since, but at this moment, a car on the street suddenly lost control, and with the screams of pedestrians around and the harsh sound of brakes, it rushed straight onto the sidewalk and hit a passing child.
Hua Twelve didn't think much at the time, and subconsciously rushed forward, hugged the child and was about to jump away, but before he could jump, he felt a shock all over his body, and he flew up, followed by a severe pain.
Then it seemed as if I had hit something heavily, and then everything went black in front of my eyes and I knew nothing.
Now looking at the two-meter-tall black man in the mirror, Hua Twelve couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Could it be that he traveled through time after being hit by a car while risking his life to save others?
When he was reading novels before, he really had the dream of traveling through time, but when the time came...
If the world of immortals could really make people immortal, that would be fine, but if I traveled back in time more than 20 years ago and became a basketball-playing "Shaq", what else could I do except become a superstar, or use the advantage of being a time traveler to gain insight into opportunities, become the richest man in the world, date beautiful celebrities, etc.? What else could I do...
"Ahem", 'Hua Twelve' feels that he is thinking too Versailles.
In fact, time travel doesn't matter. The key is that he is the only son in the family and he is worried about his parents. Secondly, O'Neal's appearance does not conform to his aesthetic standards.
More importantly, according to the ex-wife of the 'Big Shark', O'Neal seems to be a little unsatisfactory in that aspect...
Thinking of this, Hua Twelve hurriedly untied his belt and took a look..., ahem..., well, that's not the point. The key is that he can't bear to leave his family.
For a moment, Hua Twelve felt mixed emotions, as if... Well, let me emphasize again that that is not the point.
'bite'
"The trial mission begins..."
'Hua Twelve' was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed. Damn, a golden finger!
(end of chapter)