"I'm a basketball genius, really, people have said that since I was a child. Of course, I think so too." Chamberlain took a sip of the rye beer in the cup and said drunk. He didn't care whether the people around him agreed or not, as long as someone was there and as long as he drank the wine, he would say this.

"I was able to change directions and pass under my crotch when I was five years old. When I was eight, my free throws started to hit every single shot. Since I was in middle school, my school’s three-point record and fixed-point shooting record were maintained by me. During my college years, one time our school held a basketball game. Do you know who the three-point king is? It was me, haha, it was me Chamberlain! I shot fifty three-pointers in a row, but I was seven feet tall. Haha, can you imagine? Those little guys were frightened at that time!" Chamberlain laughed proudly, as if the scenery scenes of college appeared again.

The white man sitting next to Chamberlain seemed to be interested in his words. He stared at Chamberlain thoughtfully and asked, "If you are so good, why not play professional leagues? It seems that you like the damn sport of basketball?"

This white man looks handsome and has a strong sense of line on his cheeks, as if he is a marble statue cut by a master carving master Michelangelo of the Renaissance era. His facial features are perfect to the extreme level, with a good three-dimensional sense, and with a slender and powerful body, this man is simply an exclusive female killer.

But it's strange. It's logical that such a man should be the focus of all women's attention when he appears in a bar, but in fact, no one even looks at him except Chamberlain.

Unfortunately, Chamberlain, the only one who is concerned about men, is a pure man. He has no affection for men, especially handsome men. Therefore, when a white man said the two insulting words "damn basketball", Chamberlain, who was already jealous of his appearance, became furious.

"Don't fucking insult basketball! Otherwise I will play you all over the ground!" Chamberlain grabbed his neck when he heard 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 to care about Chamberlain's excessive reaction. Instead, he smiled and said, "Okay OK, boy, I apologize to you. I admit, I'm interested in you, oh, do you know what the last guy who threatened me ended up? If my memory is not wrong, no one seems to have pinched my neck."

Chamberlain didn't care what the white man said. After he apologized, he picked up the wine glass and took another sip, answering the white man's previous question: "Yes, I like basketball, I love it more than women! I also want to play in the professional league, but the god of the fucking bitch gave me excellent talent but did not give me a strong body! How can I play in the professional league?!"

Yes, this is Chamberlain's sorrow. He is a Chinese who grew up in the United States since childhood. As early as during World War II, his grandfather and grandfather could not bear the high-pressure rule of the Japanese devils in their hometown in Shandong and smuggled into this country together.

After two generations of efforts, Chamberlain's generation finally had the identity of living in the United States openly.

Chamberlain's father was a basketball fan. His youth was the peak of a genius Wilt Chamberlain's NBA's upsurge. In his heart, this man who claimed to have had sex with 20,000 women and left several records on the field that future generations could only look up to but could not reach is a existence comparable to God.

Therefore, when his son was born, he, who also had the same surname as Zhang, gave his son the name Chamberlain.

Unfortunately, Chamberlain is not that Chamberlain. Chinese Chamberlain once showed his basketball talent when he was a child, such as his accurate shooting ability and superb basketball IQ. This time, he was the pride of Zhang's father who loved basketball.

However, this pride only lasted until Chamberlain went to high school. During the physical examination of high school admission, Chamberlain was diagnosed with Giant disease. Then his body began to grow as if he was blowing, growing until it was seven feet or one inch tall.

It was like an inflatable person. After reaching seven feet one, Chamberlain had difficulty walking, let alone going to exercise on the fiercely competitive basketball court. Sometimes when walking on the road, it seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away. In this way, Chamberlain and his beloved basketball court were getting farther and farther away, and playing professional basketball became an unattainable dream in his heart.

After graduating from high school, Chamberlain did not continue to enter university. He had a pituitary resection surgery in his second year of high school. Although he finally successfully cured Giant disease, it also caused poor families to owe to a large amount of foreign debt. So where did he have money to go to college? Rely on scholarships? Don’t be stupid. Scholarships at American universities are not something that a person who almost spent almost on the operating table in high school can get.

Although Chamberlain was a considerable height of 2.16 meters and weighed 123 kilograms, he was swollen. Now Chamberlain has no trouble walking, but it is very difficult to run and jump freely.

The white man started laughing, and he patted Chamberlain on the shoulder and said, "You just said God who the bitch is raised? Very good, boy, I like this evaluation. However, although I don't deal with that guy, I have to say justice. Your body has no disease and is seven feet tall. God is not bad to you..."

"Good shit is good! I'm indeed seven feet tall, but even a dog can knock me down. I'm a Giant guy. Do you know Giant? I've had surgery to control my height!" Chamberlain pounded the table and started cursing, "When I was less than six feet tall, I was the dazzling person on the court, but now I can't even stand firm!"

Chamberlain picked up the wine glass and wanted to have another beer, but he drank it too quickly before, and the cup was empty. He touched his shriveled wallet and gritted his teeth to ask for another glass. As a result, the white man got some golden wine in his cup. He sniffed it, and the fragrance was scented!

"This is golden vodka, maybe this is more for your appetite. Don't drink that damn beer, it's something for Puritans to drink." The white man said with a smile.

Chamberlain looked at the white man with the corner of his eyes and laughed: "You are good, friend, you are different from other white guys. He only nicknames to tease me, calling me 'shit', 'soft bird' and so on, you are a good guy."

He took a sip of golden vodka, and the crystal clear wine entered his throat. A mellow fragrance floated on his taste buds, and at the same time it was full of excitement from his throat to his stomach and intestines.

"You said you like basketball more than beauties?" The white man looked at Chamberlain with interest, "I don't believe it."

Chamberlain grinned and said, "What does it have to do with me if you believe it or not? I am a basketball player, do you believe it? What's the good thing about women? I will never live with those weird creatures in my fucking life!"

The white man looked straight into Chamberlain's eyes and whispered to himself, "This kid is telling the truth? Hey, now that there is something to do, you won't have to be so bored." He seemed to think of something fun, and a happy 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 do I want to make a deal with you?"

Hearing Chamberlain ask about his identity, the smile on the white man's face became even stronger, but Chamberlain was already drunk and could not detect the temptation in his smile, just drinking the golden vodka that he had never drunk before.

"My name is Satan. Many people call me the devil. I like this title." The white man slowly said this, waiting for Chamberlain to react with surprise or ridicule, but he was disappointed. Chamberlain focused on drinking and said nothing.

"What a strange guy, okay, I'll tell you the deal. If you agree, everything will be fine. If you don't agree, I will make you the same shape as a basketball." The white man said to himself, "The transaction is as follows. I rent you the strongest body that suits your height, and the rent is a woman. Whenever you pick up a woman, I will convert it into the rental time according to her value and quality. How about it?"

Chamberlain's mind had become a slurry. He didn't hear a word from the white man, but for some reason, he remembered it clearly, as if it was engraved in his mind. Subconsciously, he asked: "How strong is the strongest body?"

The white man closed his eyes and thought for a moment, opened his eyes again, and a charming smile appeared on his face: "Do you know Wilt Chamberlain? According to my investigation, you not only have a similar name but also have a very close body shape. So, boy, I will rent his body to you and try five games for free. How about it?"

Chamberlain burped, looked up at the white man drunk, and asked stutteringly, "Oh, Wei, Wilt Chamberlain? That's mine, my idol, haha, hiccup! That guy, that guy's body is really good. But what do you mean? Rent his body for me to use, that's right, what's the benefit for you?"

The white man shrugged, with a strange smile on his face and said, "Benefits? Of course there are benefits, haha, and it's a huge benefit. How about it, do you agree or not?"

Chamberlain was almost drunk. Golden vodka, something that Soviet Russians used to torture their nerves, was not something that ordinary people could enjoy. He also showed a strange smile on his face, turned around and hugged the white man's shoulders, and smiled maliciously: "Agree? I promise your sister..."

After receiving such a reply, the handsome white man was stunned. He did not expect that Chamberlain, who had been seduced by him, would give him such a response, and he was puzzled.

"Okay, guy, I'm not, no, no, no, no, no, I can't drink, I can't brag with you, I'll brag..." Chamberlain said staggeringly, before he finished speaking, his tall body suddenly softened and suddenly fell on the bar.

The handsome white man was stunned. He shook Chamberlain's body. The latter muttered twice in a dream, closed his eyes and lay on the bar, sleeping more soundly.

With such a result, the handsome white man was obviously a little angry. He slapped the bar hard and stared at Chamberlain and said to himself: "Anyway, you have already said the word 'agree' just now. Although you used a questioning tone, so what? Anyway, you promised me, so it's great that our contract has taken effect. Mr. Chamberlain, be prepared to welcome your painful and beautiful life!"

After saying this, the handsome white man killed the remaining golden wine in the cup in one gulp, and blinked at Chamberlain who was sleeping and smiled: "My friend, you are the most interesting guy I have known after coming to this planet. I will help you and help you complete the beautiful dream in your heart."

Chamberlain did not answer. In fact, he is just having a beautiful dream now. He stepped onto the NBA arena in his dream. On the court, he blocked the gods and killed the gods, blocked the ghosts and killed the ghosts. He played NBA stars such as Tim Duncan, Kevin Garnett, and Yao Ming, which was so terrible that he was so happy.

Unfortunately, beautiful dreams are beautiful dreams. As time goes by, the sounds in the bar are getting louder and more intense, and finally they become deafening, and Chamberlain, who has sobered up the wine, wakes up.

Sitting in front of the bar, Chamberlain looked at the men and women who were twisting their bodies in a daze, with a helpless and bitter smile on his face.

The beautiful dream just now is still affecting him, NBA, the battlefield I have been dreaming about, the place where I have tried to conquer since I was sensible, but unfortunately, I am nothing except in my dream! Thinking of this, Chamberlain clenched his fist and knocked hard on the bar in front of him.

"Bang!" Chamberlain swung his punch, and the solid iron bar swayed for a while. The wine glasses placed on the table and the bottles jumped around in a 'crackling'.

Seeing this scene, the waiter who was wiping the wine glass leisurely inside the bar was furious. He glared at Chamberlain and shouted: "Shit, boy, are you trying to find fault?"

The other men sitting in front of the bar wanted to yell a few times, but turned their heads to see Chamberlain's seven-foot-high body and muscle mass exposed outside their clothes that seemed like copper cast iron. Thinking about his previous power of swaying around the bar, these people carefully considered the importance of life safety and the battle between intent. In the end, they chose to lower their heads and drink honestly.

Chamberlain was stunned by this scene. He looked at his palm in shock, and he really couldn't believe that the scene just now was created by him.
Chapter completed!