NBA: Trash Talk as an Art Form
By talking trash, He Xinghui could actually grow stronger, so he had no choice but to shower everyone with colorful insults. (A lighthearted, humorous story with a cheeky, mischievous tone.)
[NBA's Top Ten Clashes.]
[NBA Game-Winning Highlights.]
[Classic NBA Games.]
Before going to bed, Xinghui He scrolled through these videos once more.
How incredible it would be if I could dominate the court like that, he thought wistfully.
To be a basketball star—blessed with a powerful physique, gaining fame and fortune, and, if you play well, bringing glory to your country.
At midnight, Xinghui put down his phone and readied himself for sleep. Of course, he couldn’t do without a little pre-sleep daydreaming.
Perhaps, after being reborn and traversing time, I might become an NBA player and unleash havoc on the court.
...
“Hahaha, NBA, here I come! The championship is mine, the MVP is mine! Megan Fox, Britney, and Taylor Swift—they’ll all be mine, and Jason Statham, you can have him...”
In his heart, Xinghui let out a somewhat juvenile shout.
When he woke, his dream had become reality. He found himself back in December 2005, now a water boy for the Clippers named Xinghui He.
No longer did he have to envy the superstars on the court, nor pine for the novels about mowing down rivals—now, he could experience it all himself, perhaps even rewrite history.
“Put me in, coach, put me in! Only by playing can I turn things around,” he muttered to himself, watching as Kobe dominated on the court.
Although he had been reborn as an NBA player, he was, in truth, nothing more than a benchwarmer—an unremarkable water boy.
His skills were lacking, and so far, he hadn’t logged a single minute