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Zhou Han sat on the sofa expressionlessly, and across from Beasley's friend and agent, Bruce Singler, his eyes widened and he roared, "Michael, is your head caught in the door?" Do you know how much we would lose if we didn't go to Chicago! ”

"And Joe has already told me that if you don't apologize to him properly, you can only ask for another master!"

Zhou Han cocked Erlang's legs and smiled: "Have you forgotten how big the sponsorship contract Kevin got last year was?" And me? ”

"So far, he's only given me a contract for the endorsement of the beverage company, nothing else! Do you think it's necessary for me to keep such an incompetent fellow? ”

Singler's face softened slightly, he paused, and said: "This is also something that can't be helped, after all, your order has not been determined yet, and you offended too many people during the Orlando training camp, so Joe also has a headache on the sponsorship contract." ”

"Hehe, let him take his headache and roll! I have made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me. Zhou Han said.

Seeing this, Singler was helpless: "Okay, the agent didn't mention it in advance, we will go to Chicago now, it should be too late." ”

Zhou Han put down the crossed Erlang's legs, stretched, and then shook his head: "Don't go." ”

"My Grandpa Michael, can you please stop being so willful!" With a bitter face, Singler pleaded: "Listen to me, let's go!" ”

"I'm serious, Bruce, and even if I go to Chicago for a tryout, the Bulls won't pick me. Their head coach Negro is a defender, and manager Paxson is also a defender, and they are very good at developing defenders. And the Bulls already have Roel Deng and Tyrus Thomas, so there's no point in picking another forward. As a descendant, Zhou Han knows very well that the bulls have long been in love with Rose, Ross is steady and mature, but Beasley is like a child.

So, even if Beasley overshadows Ross in talent, a cautious old fritter like Paxson will still choose Rose.

Singler didn't think so: "You're Michael Beasley, the invincible man in college!" Now you're telling me that you don't think the Bulls will pick you with the top pick? It's not James standing on the front line of the Bulls, it's Roel Deng! Don't you think you're as good as Rohr Deng? ”

Zhou Han Nunu mouthed: "Of course I can compare to Roel Deng, but it's not what I said, the bulls will definitely choose the most suitable person for them." Also, I want to go to Miami, where Wade is located, and I'm sure I'm going to have a strong combination with Wade! ”

Singler was silent for a moment, then he smiled wryly, "Well... Michael, I respect your choice. ”

"Then I'm now telling the Bulls that we're waiving this tryout. By the way, when did I get a flight to Miami? The tryout is next Monday. Singler asked.

Zhou Han sighed and said, "Just book it for the weekend!" Also, I want to go to China, you go and help me get a visa, the sooner the better. ”

"To China? Why? ”

"It's nothing, I heard that the scenery there is beautiful, so I want to go for a walk."

"Really, you have to run around when the draft is approaching, and the visa processing in China is very slow, probably a month."

"So long?"

"But I have a way to do it quickly!"

"And when can I go?"

"Uh... It should be the day after tomorrow at the earliest. ”

"Okay, then please!"

Singler made an OK gesture to Zhou Han as he walked and left.

Zhou Han looked at his back, and his soul had already flown to the land of Shenzhou.

……

Shanghai.

Coming to this city again, looking at those familiar buildings, and feeling the breath and temperature of this city, Zhou Han experienced a lot.

Touching the scene, the past is unbearable.

He came back here to see if there was any trace of himself in this world.

In June 2008, when I had a car accident, I should now be lying in a hospital bed in the People's Hospital.

Zhou Han was very simple and stopped a taxi to go to his destination. Although he can speak Chinese, this appearance and the fact that he is a celebrity himself still chooses to communicate with others in English, and as for Mandarin, he decided to find time to sign up for a Chinese training course in the future to cover up.

It took a lot of effort to rush to the hospital, Zhou Han went directly to the inpatient building, he remembered the bed number very clearly, there was no need to ask again.

However, when he arrived at the ward, Zhou Han was frightened and didn't dare to open the door.

He was afraid that the self called Zhou Han really didn't exist, or he was afraid that although he still existed, the soul inside was Beasley's.

He just stood dumbfounded.

Fortunately, there are many foreigners in Shanghai, and if it is in a small city, a foreigner standing in front of the ward in a daze may be able to scare a few people to death.

"Crunch-"

Suddenly, the door opened from the inside, and it was an old man who opened the door, which Zhou Han didn't recognize.

His gaze drifted to the room, where there were three beds with three people he didn't know.

Without yourself.

His mood was instantly down.

"Did I misremember the ward number?" Zhou Han was puzzled, and then, he rushed to the nurses' station like crazy, shouting, "Do you have a patient named Zhou Han here?" ”

Fortunately, he was still sensible and did not use Chinese.

The nurses were all stupid by him, and they didn't dare to speak, but fortunately, there was an older nurse who had a very high level of English, she signaled Zhou to be quiet, and then called her colleagues to help check, and it didn't take long for the results to come out.

"It's a pity, sir, that we haven't had a single patient named Zhou Han in our inpatient department for nearly a week. Are you mistaken? "The nurse was polite.

Zhou Han was stunned, he smiled bitterly: "Thank you, I'm really sorry just now." He apologized to the nurses and hurried away.

However, Zhou Han did not give up.

He found the place where Han Weiwei worked, but it turned out that the company never had an employee named Han Weiwei.

He found the homes of several old friends, but he did not know any of the owners of the houses.

He found his former university, which merged with other universities in 2000 and changed its name.

……

He felt really helpless, and in the end, he was really in no mood to look for it, so he squatted alone in the corner of a small alley.

It was dark now, and his stomach was growling, but he didn't have the slightest desire to eat.

"I don't exist anymore?"

"I don't exist anymore!"

That's all he muttered to himself.

The full moon is poignant, and the people under the moon are drunk.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Han finally fell asleep tired.

What was playing in his mind was Zhou Han's memory all of a sudden, and all of a sudden it was Beasley's memory.

All of a sudden, it was Zhou Han's personality dominant, and all of a sudden it became Beasley's nature dominant.

It's very confusing, different memories and different personalities are turning over and over in his soul, for a long time...... Finally, at a certain point, these memories returned to their place, neatly arranged in his mind. Those two personalities also merge into one.

He woke up.

"I am Zhou Han's soul, and I have inherited all of Beasley's body, memory, and ability."

"The personalities of the two are combined, I have Zhou Han's calmness and focus, and Beasley's perverseness and self-confidence."

"Goodbye, Zhou Han, the former me who doesn't exist in this world!"

"From now on, my name is Michael Beasley, a young man who is about to embark on his NBA journey."

……