"I'm a basketball prodigy, really, people have said that since I was a kid. Of course, I think so too. Chamberlain took a sip of the rye beer in his cup and said drunkenly, he didn't care whether the people around him agreed with it or not, as long as someone was there, as long as he drank, he would talk about it.

"When I was five years old, I was able to play with front changes and crotch passes, and when I was eight years old, I started hitting free throws. Since I was in middle school, my school's three-point record and fixed-point shooting record have been held by me, and when I was in college, there was a basketball game in our school, do you know who the three-point king is? It's me, Haluha, it's me Chamberlain! I've made fifty three-pointers in a row, but I'm seven feet tall, hahaha, can you imagine? The little guys were terrified! Chamberlain smiled proudly, as if the scenery scene from college had reappeared.

The white man sitting next to Chamberlain seemed interested in his words, and he stared at Chamberlain thoughtfully, asking, "If you're so good, why don't you play in the professional league?" Seems like you're a big fan of basketball? ”

This white man is handsome, with a strong sense of cheek lines, as if it were a marble statue cut by Michelangelo, a master carver of the Renaissance era. His facial features are perfect to an extreme level, with a good three-dimensional sense, coupled with a slender and powerful body, this man is simply an exclusive female killer.

But strangely, it stands to reason that the appearance of this kind of man in a bar should be the focus of attention of all women, but in fact, no one but Chamberlain even looked at him.

It's a pity that Chamberlain, the only one who pays attention to men, is a pure man, and he has no natural affection for men, especially handsome men. So when the white man uttered the insulting words 'damn basketball,' Chamberlain, who was already jealous of his appearance, became furious.

"Don't insult basketball! Otherwise, I'll beat you all over the ground looking for teeth! Chamberlain choked him by the neck after hearing the man's evaluation of basketball, "My temper is not good, man, basketball is my woman, whoever dares to insult him, I am willing to kill him!" Apologize, apologize quickly! ”

The white man seemed unconcerned about Chamberlain's overreaction, but instead he laughed and said, "Okay, boy, I apologize to you." I'll admit, I'm interested in you, oh, do you know what happened to the last guy who threatened me? If my memory is correct, it seems that no one has choked my neck yet. ”

Chamberlain didn't care what the white man said, and after he apologized, he picked up the wine glass and took another sip, answering the white man's previous question: "Yes, I love basketball, I love it more than women!" I wanted to play in the pro league too, but the goddamn son of a bitch gave me great talent but didn't give me a strong body! How do I go about playing in a professional league?! ”

Yes, that's the sadness of Chamberlain. He is a Chinese American who grew up in the United States, and as early as during the Second World War, his grandfather and grandfather could not stand the oppressive rule of the Japanese devils in their hometown in Shandong, and smuggled into the country together.

After two generations of hard work, Chamberlain's generation finally has the identity of being above board and living in the United States.

Chamberlain's father was a basketball fan, and his teenage years were the peak of Wilt Chamberlain's rise in the NBA, and in his heart, this man who claimed to have had relationships with 20,000 women and left a number of records on the court that future generations can only look up to but cannot reach, is enough to rival God.

So when his son was born, he gave his son the name Chamberlain, who was also surnamed Zhang.

It's a pity that this Chamberlain is not the other Chamberlain, the Chinese Chamberlain also showed his basketball talent when he was a child, such as his accurate projection ability and superb basketball IQ, which was once the pride of Zhang's father, who loved basketball.

However, this pride only lasted until Chamberlain was in high school, and during the physical examination of high school admission, Chamberlain was diagnosed with gigantism. Then his body began to grow in size as if he had blown air, until it grew to a height of seven feet and an inch.

Like an inflatable man, after reaching seven feet, Chamberlain could not even walk, let alone go to the competitive basketball court to exercise, and sometimes walking on the road seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him away. In this way, Chamberlain became more and more distant from his beloved basketball court, and finally playing professional basketball became an unattainable dream in his heart.

After graduating from high school, Chamberlain did not continue to enter college, he had a pituitary removal operation in his sophomore year of high school, and although he was finally cured of gigantism, it also left the poor family with a large amount of foreign debt, so where did he have the money to go to college? Relying on scholarships? Don't be stupid, a scholarship to an American university is not something that can be taken by someone who has spent almost all of their high school years on the operating table.

Although Chamberlain was a considerable height of two meters and a hundred and sixty kilograms, and weighed one hundred and twenty or thirty kilograms, he was swollen. Now Chamberlain can walk, but it is very difficult to run and jump freely.

The white man began to laugh loudly, and he patted Chamberlain on the shoulder and said, "You just said that the son of a bitch raised God?" Very good, boy, I love this review. However, although I don't deal with that guy, I have to be fair, you don't have any diseases in your body, and you're seven feet tall, and God is not bad for you......"

"Nice shit! I'm fucking seven feet tall, but a dog can knock me down, I'm a gigantism buddy, do you know what gigantism does? It was surgery to control the height! Chamberlain pounded the table a little frantically and began to curse, "When I was less than six feet, I was the brightest man on the court, but damn I can't even stand on my feet now!" ”

Chamberlain picked up the glass and wanted to drink another beer, but he drank it too quickly, the glass was already empty, he touched his shriveled wallet and gritted his teeth to ask for another glass, but the white man found some golden wine in his cup, he sniffed it, and the aroma was tangy!

"It's golden vodka, maybe this one is more to your liking, don't drink that damn beer, it's for the Puritans." The white man said with a smile.

Chamberlain looked at the white man out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "You are good, friend, you are different from other white guys, he will only give me nicknames to tease me, call me 'shit', 'soft bird' and the like, you are a good fellow." ”

He took a sip of the golden vodka, and the crystal wine entered his throat, a mellow aroma wafting on his taste buds, and at the same time it was hot and spicy from his throat to his stomach.

"You say you like basketball more than beautiful women?" The white man still looked at Chamberlain with interest, "I don't believe it." ”

Chamberlain grinned, "What does it matter to me whether you believe it or not?" I'm a basketball controller, can you believe it? What's so good about women? I'm not going to live with those weird creatures for the rest of my life! ”

The white man looked Chamberlain in the eye and whispered to himself, "This kid is telling the truth?" Hey, now there's something to do, and finally I don't have to be so bored. He seemed to have something funny in mind, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face, "Boy, how about we make a deal?" ”

Chamberlain glanced at the white man and said lazily, "Who are you?" Why should I make a deal with you? ”

Hearing Chamberlain ask about his identity, the smile on the white man's face grew, but Chamberlain was too drunk to detect the temptation in his smile, and just took a sip of golden vodka that he had never drunk before.

"My name is Satan, and many people call me the devil, and I like that title." The white man uttered this slowly, waiting for Chamberlain's reaction, either surprised or mocking, but he was disappointed, and Chamberlain drank intently, saying nothing.

"What a weird guy, okay, I'll make the deal, and if you say yes, everything will be easy to say, and if you don't, I'll make you look like a basketball." The white man said to himself, "The deal is as follows, I will lease you the strongest body suitable for your height, and the rent is a woman." Whenever you soak up a woman, I will convert it into a rental time according to her value and quality, how about it? ”

Chamberlain's brain had turned into a mess, and he didn't hear the first words of the white man, but for some reason, he remembered the latter words clearly, as if engraved in his head. Subconsciously, he asked, "How strong is the strongest body?" ”

The white man closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them again, and a smile full of charm appeared on his face again: "Do you know Wilt Chamberlain?" From what I've spent, you're not only similar in name, but also in size. Okay, boy, I'll lend his body to you for a free trial of five games, how about it? ”

Chamberlain burped, drunkenly looked up at the white man, and stumbled, "Oh, Wilt Chamberlain?" That's mine, my, my idol, hehe, hiccup! That guy, that guy's body is really good. What do you mean, though? Lease him to me for use, what, what, ”

The white man shrugged, a wry smile on his face, and said, "Good? Of course there are benefits, hahaha, and it's a big benefit. How about it, do you promise or not? ”

Chamberlain was almost drunk, and golden vodka, something that the old Soviet Russian hairy man specially used to torture his nerves, was not something that ordinary people could enjoy. He also had a weird smile on his face, turned around and put his arm around the white man's shoulder, and smiled maliciously, "Promise?" I promise you ...... sister."

After receiving such a reply, the handsome white man was stunned for a moment, he did not expect that Chamberlain, who had been seduced by him, would give him such a response, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

"Okay man, man, I don't, no, no, no, I can't drink, I can't brag with you, I can't brag or brag with you......," Chamberlain staggered, and before he could finish his words, his tall body suddenly went limp, and he suddenly fell to the bar.

The handsome white man's face was stunned, and he shook Chamberlain's body, and the latter muttered twice dreamily, closed his eyes and lay on the bar, sleeping more soundly.

The handsome white man was obviously a little angry when he got such a result, he slapped the bar hard, glared at Chamberlain and said to himself: "Anyway, you have already said the word 'yes' just now, although you used a questioning tone, but so what? Anyway, you promised me, so good, our contract came into effect. Mr. Chamberlain, get ready for your painful and beautiful life! ”

After saying this, the handsome white man drained the remaining golden wine in the glass in one gulp, winked at the sleeping Chamberlain and smiled: "My friend, you are the most interesting guy I have met since I came to this planet, I will help you, and I will help you fulfill the dream in your heart." ”

Chamberlain didn't answer, in fact, he is now dreaming, he stepped on the NBA court in his dream, on the court, God blocks and kills ghosts, and NBA stars such as Tim Duncan, Kevin Garnett, Yao Ming and other interior stars are miserable, it is really cool.

Unfortunately, a dream is a dream, and when the time passed and it was midnight, the sound in the bar became louder and louder, and finally it became deafening, and Chamberlain, who had woken up from drinking, woke up.

Sitting in front of the bar, Chamberlain looked at the men and women in front of him who were writhing wildly, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

The dream just now is still affecting him, NBA, the battlefield that haunts me, the place I have tried to conquer since I was sensible, but unfortunately I am nothing at other times except in my dreams! Thinking of this, Chamberlain clenched his fist angrily and knocked the bar in front of him.

"Bang dang!" Chamberlain swung his fist, and the solid iron bar swayed, and the wine glasses and bottles on the table were even more 'crackling'.

Seeing this scene, the waiter who was leisurely wiping his wine glass at the bar suddenly became furious, and he glared at Chamberlain and shouted, "Shit, boy, are you trying to find fault?" ”

The other men sitting at the bar also wanted to yell a few times, but they turned their heads to see Chamberlain's seven-foot-tall body and the muscles that were exposed outside his shirt as if they were cast in copper.

Chamberlain was dumbfounded by this scene, he looked at his palms in shock, and couldn't believe that he had just created the scene.

What's going on? Why did he suddenly become so powerful? Are you still dreaming? Chamberlain stared at his big palm in confusion, but the pain in his palm told him that it was true, and that he was not dreaming!