On the second day after Du Wenxing returned to the mountain, Hong Renhu got a small note from Ma Lan and Huang Ming from a pilgrim who went up the mountain to incense.

When I opened it, I saw only one line of words: "Successfully make friends with Du Wenxing."

After reading it, Hong Renhu smiled slightly and tore the small note to pieces.

Half of the plan is successful, and the rest depends on luck.

...

Time flies, and it will soon be mid-September.

On this day, while other ordinary disciples were chanting scriptures in Taoism class, Du Wenxing came to the woods where he usually practiced martial arts.

Today is the time for him to enter the virtual reality again.

Sitting cross-legged on the grass, the cool night breeze blew across the silk, Du Wenxing took a deep breath, and his consciousness had sink into the system.

Entering the virtual reality, a dark and deep spot of light flew towards him.

The next moment, when he opened his eyes, he saw a mirror with extremely clean and bright texture, and... a dark head in the mirror.

ah--!

A shrill scream like an air defense alarm resounded throughout the dormitory building.

"Watfak, khe1cey    Barrs What are you doing? Are you crazy?" A head poked out from the bathroom door.

Looks like a turtle of ninja!

Wait, what is the Tintoon Turtle?

What the hell has my damn become?

Du Wenxing couldn't help but touch his face. It was so dark, and he grinned again. His teeth were so white. His facial features looked the same as a human, but his skin color was only...

I won't come to a non-human world, right?

"System, come out and explain it!"

"Didi, the host can check this body's memory by himself."

"Uh, right!"

"I have to lie down for a while."

Du Wenxing thought while touching his face.

"Farke, Cresey Balls III, you are really narcissistic. By the way, there is no training on holiday today. Do you want to go to practice with me?" said the black boy at the door of the bathroom.

"No, I'm going to sleep for a while." As soon as Du Wenxing opened his mouth, he found that what he spoke was a strange language, some of which looked like Thai, but it seemed a little different.

"Sleep for a while, are you kidding? kB you just got up. Cresey, are you sick?" The boy with Ninja Turtle showed a look of worry on his face.

"Is my name Cresey Balls III, kB or Cresey?" Du Wenxing complained about the strange name of his body in his heart.

Seeing the boy approaching, he seemed to touch his forehead, and he couldn't help feeling disgusted and his hair stood up.

He shortened his body, and quickly avoided the other party's hand, and quickly said in that strange language: "I'm fine, you go and train, I'm just too tired last night."

"Wow, you actually said you were tired. It seems that Dille should have had a good time last night!" The young man with Tsy Ninja Turtle showed a wretched look on his dark face.

"Who is Dilee?" Du Wenxing blurted out, and as soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to give himself a mouth. From the black guy in front of him, you could clearly tell that this guy named Dilee was with him last night, so he obviously should have known him, but what does it mean to be happy?

The black boy was stunned, then showed a look of amazement, "You don't even know the name of others, so you went to have fun together. Watfak, I really envy your fate."

Oh, Diree is a woman, and she was having sex with me last night...Watfack, what did I do last night?

Also, why should I say Watfack!?

Du Wenxing coaxed and deceived him, kicking the black boy out of the room, and then lay on the bed and began to read the memory of this body.

One hour, two hours... Five hours, Du Wenxing's expression was constantly changing, and the amount of information in his mind was too large.

Cars made of steel that run faster than the fastest horses, artificial monster birds called planes that can fly at a height of 10,000 meters, can see TVs where others live in a small box, and steel wheels that are like giant beasts...

What kind of world is this horse-drawn?

Is the UCLa University basketball team from the United States the sect that I join now?

Du Wenxing didn't know how to describe this organization called a basketball team, so he simply regarded it as a sect.

"Okay, I am an American, African, black, my name is khe1cey. Barrs III (Cresey Barrs III), abbreviated as kB or Cresey.

Farke, the name of this American is really hard to pronounce!"

Cresey Balls (Du Wenxing: I will replace Cresey Balls in the future) sat up, picked up a dumbbell beside the bed and started to flex his arm movement. After doing more than twenty casually, he found that the dumbbell in his hand was quite heavy, and it actually had twenty-five kilograms.

After getting the original owner's memory, he basically knew what the concept of "kilogram" in this world is. Twenty-five kilograms are equivalent to half the weight of an adult.

He stood up and realized that he was actually very tall. He swept his memory and was 1.98 meters tall. He was definitely a giant!

Then, from my memory, everyone who plays basketball in this world is full of giants, and his height can only be considered average.

Play basketball?

It seems that the force of this world is extremely low, but the thing called technology in this world is really terrible. A missile that can fly thousands of miles can destroy a city with one bomb... tsk, it's unimaginable.

And physical fitness... Du Wenxing looked down at his body, and seemed to have found an excellent direction to improve.

Well, I will be Cresey Balls in the next five years.

...

The sky gradually darkened, and in the training hall, the teenager of Tintograph was sweating profusely.

Crazy, the door was opened, and Cresey Balls' tall figure walked in, "Russell, how long have you practiced?"

His brother's name is Russell Westbrook, a very difficult name.

"Hey, brother, you're finally here. Me? I've been practicing since the morning until now, except for lunch time, I've been in the training hall today. Hey, come on, brother, one on one."

"No, I need to get familiar with it first."

Cresey Balls rejected Westbrook's invitation to bullfight. He just got this body and needed to get familiar with it.

He took a basketball and walked aside, and he started to practice the most basic dribbling.

Very familiar and comfortable feeling!

Cresey Balls has seen the basketball in his hands like an obedient pet, slowly...dribbling with one hand...dribbling with both hands...combined with the steps...crossing steps...sprinted stop...this control over the basketball.

Cresey Balls stopped and looked at his hand in surprise, a pair of calloused hands.

"Hey, brother, okay, come and fight the bull." Westbrook once again gave an invitation.

"Okay, don't be beaten and cry by me, Russell."

"Impossible, I've practiced a new trick recently."

"Then come on."
Chapter completed!