MTL - NBA Opening Draw To Twilight Shaquille O’Neal-Chapter 2 Veteran Inheritance System

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"Zhelin, did you not sleep well last night, why did you get up so late?"

After she was seated at the table, her mother Lin Huiqing came over with a bowl of noodle paste.

You must know that Wang Zhelin, who had high expectations from his father since he was a child, had strict requirements for him since he was 10 years old, and he also developed good work and rest habits.

The work and rest of my son is obviously not the same as usual these days, so it is no wonder that the Queen Mother has such worries.

"Ah... oh, there is a little bit."

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her with long black hair, bright eyes, and a happy smile on her face, Wang Zhelin, who had a ghost in her heart, hurriedly replied.

Alas, can I tell her that this dear son in front of you has actually changed to another person inside?

As an orphan in his previous life, Wang Zhelin felt the warmth brought by his family for the first time, and it also made him more determined.

He wants to protect this warmth!

"Zhelin, is it because the competition has been a little too stressful recently, or is there something wrong with training?"

Hearing her son say this, Emily Lin hurriedly took a chair and sat down. The smile on her face disappeared instantly, and she was greeted by a genuine worry.

"It's okay Mom, I'm just a little too excited, you, don't worry too much."

Wang Zhelin looked at the woman in front of him who was always worried about him, and finally shouted the most sincere "Mom!" in the past three days.

"Excited? What's so exciting?"

Although her son's answer was beyond her expectations, she was less worried.

"I just remembered the few public welfare All-Star games at the beginning of the month. It was the first time I faced such a formidable opponent of my age, but your son and I are the best performers, aren't you very happy for me? "

The public welfare star competition in Wang Zhelin's mouth is exactly the public welfare all-star competition of NBL Gansu. The main center of the Olympic team.

In those few games, Wang Zhelin, who was on the inside, scored 20+ many times, and made great contributions to the victory of the men's basketball team.

The NBL All-Star Game this time also made Wang Zhelin famous in China, and even some foreign media also noticed this young center from China.

"Alright, alright, Zhelin in our family is the best, then you can eat slowly. Your dad and I will go out later for something."

After seeing the bright and confident smile on her son's face again, Emily Lin felt relieved and left with a smile.

Phew!

After taking a deep breath, Wang Zhelin set his eyes on the rich breakfast on the table.

The first thing that catches the eye is the flour paste, which is the most famous traditional name in Quanzhou, and even appeared in "The Heavenly Dynasty on the Tip of the Tongue".

The rest is a male egg, a glass of milk, and of course, the original owner's favorite beef.

"Cuckoo"

No, as soon as he saw the steak, Wang Zhelin's drooling voice couldn't help but let it out.

It seems that the rumor that Wang Zhelin's father, Wang Changhai, said in an interview that "Wang Zhelin can eat up to two catties of beef in one meal, and has eaten a dozen cows before the age of 18" is not a fiction.

Then, I'm going to start!

After Wang Zhelin had eaten breakfast, it was already 7:30, and Mom and Dad had already gone out.

"Zhelin, we may not come until evening. There is food in the refrigerator. If you don't want to cook it yourself, you can go out to eat and take care of yourself - Mom!"

After coming to the living room, Wang Zhelin had already noticed the prominent note on the empty table...and the 200 oceans under the note.

After putting the note and money in his pocket, Wang Zhelin naturally spread out on the sofa, ready to take out his phone to play.

"Wait, I almost forgot, this is 11 years, where did the pesticide come from!" After taking out his flip phone, Wang Zhelin suddenly woke up.

Actually, I can't blame him. After all, he had a good time in 2020, but suddenly he returned to 2011 and became another person. It is impossible for anyone to adapt to this in just a few days.

Looking around the big empty house, Wang Zhelin's eyes finally settled on a round sphere next to the shoe rack.

basketball?

Yes, it's basketball!

Lin Bei, you have to remember that you are no longer the migrant worker in your previous life. Your current name is Wang Zhelin. Your future depends on basketball, which can bring you everything.

Go!

Sao year!

The future is yours!

After a while of brainstorming, Wang Zhelin stared at the orange basketball in front of him, and his mind was drawn to it.

Phew!

After taking a deep breath again, Wang Zhelin stood up and walked towards the basketball.

So small!

This is his first feeling after picking up the ball with one hand.

Be steadfast!

After grabbing the ball with both hands and squeezing it hard, a feeling of solidity emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Wang Zhelin has had intimate contact with basketball in the three days he has passed through.

It's completely different from the feeling this contact gave him, and the feeling he felt when he grabbed the ball.

(Author Jun: Don’t you talk nonsense? You were only 1.7 meters in your last life, but in this life you will be 2.1 meters in size. Can it be the same?)

Although he is very clear about the heights he can reach in the future, he is not the Wang Zhelin he used to be after all.

He asked himself, he didn't know if he could still reach the height that Wang Zhelin could reach in his previous life.

After all, for a successful professional basketball player, the hard work and sweat behind him is definitely beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

To put it bluntly, this Wang Zhelin is just an ordinary sand sculpture netizen and a fat house.

Although the thief usually likes to shout "I can get on me" on the Internet, but when he really recklessly crosses over like this, and does not have any necessary systems for travelers, he will inevitably be a little confused about the future.

In the first day or two, Wang Zhelin had not imagined that he would definitely have the necessary systems, golden fingers, plug-ins and other travel benefits for travelers.

But it's already the fourth day. As the old saying goes, "there are no more than three things."

Forget it, even if there is no time-travel welfare, I don't believe that I am inferior to the original body.

Wang Zhelin, who knew that the future belonged to the era of small balls, basically made sure that he did not have cross-travel benefits, so he also gave himself a rough future development direction.

1. The defensive ability is not required to be strong, at least it must reach the average level of the NBA.

Second, it is best to have a good passing ability.

Three, three points must be practiced well!

In the small-ball era, without a three-pointer that can pull out the space, it is impossible to survive.

Don't you see Howard, who was known as a rough guy in the first and middle stages of his career, and also practiced an objective three-pointer during the Lakers period.

I don't know anything else, but Wang Zhelin firmly believes that his shooting talent must be stronger than that of Howard.

After all, the big players produced by the Chinese dynasty are all known for their excellent shooting touch (speaking of which, it is thanks to Chairman Yao).

The so-called "How daring people are, how productive is the land!"

The traversers naturally have their own pride, which comes from the obsession in their hearts.

Since God gave Wang Zhelin such a great opportunity, he actually had to seize it.

The realistic idea is: no matter how good the CBA is, the maximum salary for local players is "the" annual salary of 8 million yuan, while in the NBA, as long as you can stand firm and rely on the Chinese market, Wang Zhelin feels that he is not worth it. You can't hit a million-dollar annual salary.

Come on, Sao Nian, you must work hard to look at money!

After changing into the training uniform, Wang Zhelin came with a basketball, and UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com went to his basketball court.

Yes, it belongs to my own house, although it is only half a piece.

This also made him have to sigh that he had lived in vain in his previous life. He worked hard year after year, and when he was almost 30, he was barely able to pay for a set of more than 80 square meters in the city of Kaili, his hometown. Down payment on the house.

Let's look at others, the gap... it's simply.

"...Everything's gone, a few romantic figures, let's look at the present!"

After reciting "Qinyuanchun: Snow" by a librarian in his heart and feeling the imperial spirit in his heart, a fire in Wang Zhelin's chest suddenly ignited.

Although there is only half of the field, its specifications are definitely in line with the CBA standard, which is the international arena standard.

Well, let's have a quick meal first...

Cough cough, buckle up first!

Looking at the basket in front of him, Wang Zhelin suddenly remembered that in his last life plus three days in this life, it seemed that he had never dunked once.

Emm, a small basket on the primary school grounds does not count.

Gan is Gan!

First, he dribbled the ball a few times on the spot, and after feeling the familiar feeling brought by the muscle memory of the original body, Wang Zhelin accelerated and rushed straight to the basket.

Dunk!

He wants to use this dunk to put an end to his past and present life.

At the moment of taking off, Wang Zhelin had already begun to imagine the close contact between his hands and the basket.

He's about to deduct...

"DiDiDi, it has been detected that the host has obtained key items, and the clothing, venue, and mood all meet the triggering conditions. The veteran inheritance system is being bound..."

"Fuck"

Wang Zhelin, who was in the air, was so frightened that the basketball he held tightly in his hand instantly let go and slammed into the backboard.