Superstar Athletes’ Black Tech Systems

From the moment I got this system, the so-called six-dimensional ability module has only been five-dimensional.

The [spiritual ability] of the sixth dimension has no open tasks.

However, the ability value inside can also be improved in other tasks.

For example, in the first three-pointer task, Li Liang's ability to resist pressure was slightly improved.

This mental ability is like a small dessert after a meal, and it is rewarded occasionally.

After the reward, Li Liang couldn't feel any effect.

The key shots have not become more accurate - anyway, he always uses skills or props, both are accurate.

The heart has not become bigger, his heart is already strong enough, the legendary mentality is too healthy, and there is a lack of people who are beaten by society.

In the four years of his career, at critical moments and important games, he has never disappointed.

So Li Liang has never paid much attention to this dimension, and it has no effect on the actual game anyway.

Li Liang didn't care too much about the above values. The ability to withstand pressure and the ability at critical moments didn't feel right at all.

His [Critical Moment] ability value is only 15 points? What are you kidding?

Even without the bonuses of props and skills, Li Liang is still very stable and terrifying at critical moments.

In the recent EPSN poll on "Who are you willing to give the ball to at the critical moment", Li Liang even overwhelmed Michael Jordan and became the most trusted key shooter in the eyes of fans.

However, the son of the system is still very trustworthy.

The sudden start of this project must have its meaning.

Li Liang thought about it, and still chose the [spiritual ability] dimension.

Then there was no small item for him to choose, but he directly entered the mission space.

The surroundings were pitch black, and there was no response for a long time.

"Damn, stuck?"

I was worried that I would be locked inside and couldn't get out, when the surroundings finally lit up.

He found himself in an attic, sleeping on a bed.

"Fuck, why is there still a bed? What kind of mission is this?" Li Liang was startled, and quickly touched his body, everything was normal.

He was wearing a vest and shorts, and he probably got up from the bed after a nap.

There is another bed next to my bed, and I have a roommate?

But this place doesn't look like a dormitory either.

No subtitles appeared in front of him, and the system did not assign tasks to itself.

Is it not triggered yet?

"There won't be a bug in the system?"

There was a BUG in the system before, and he was given a chance to experience the Almighty King.

"It doesn't matter, get up and see what's going on."

Li Liang heard that there seemed to be movement downstairs, so he got up from the bed, saw that there were clothes on the chair, and put them on and went downstairs.

The style of this dress feels a bit old-fashioned, like it was worn by my father's generation.

When he got downstairs, Li Liang realized that this place seemed to be a restaurant.

This layout, this decoration...why does it feel a little familiar?

Li Liang is still in a daze, what the hell is this system doing? Why don't you post tasks to me?

Why did you bring me to a restaurant and ask me to be the head of China?

"Are you up, Guoyang? Come down and have breakfast." A voice came from beside my ear.

Li Liang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man talking to him. What did he call himself, Guoyang?

This name is also very familiar... and the face of this middle-aged man is also very familiar.

Li Liang suddenly thought of something, and ran out of the restaurant. When he opened the door, there was a noisy sound from outside.

One street, one Chinese-style street, is Chinatown!

Turning around to look at the signboard of the restaurant, there are large Chinese characters, "Gan's Restaurant!"

"Fuck, why did I come to my cousin's house?"

Li Liang was very surprised. He remembered this restaurant. It was in San Francisco's Chinatown. The restaurant run by his cousin Gan Guoyang was Gan's Restaurant.

Every time he goes to Auckland for a game, Li Liang will take the time to come here for a walk.

Li Liang was very impressed with this cousin who was taller than himself.

Every time he saw him, Li Liang thought, "It's a pity that my cousin doesn't play basketball".

That body, demeanor, and those big hands make him feel like a basketball master.

But the two communicated several times, and the cousin always said that he likes basketball very much, but unfortunately he doesn't have that talent.

When he was in high school, the coach asked him to try out, but unfortunately, he failed.

Later, he concentrated on studying. Later, because it was difficult for Chinese to find a job in the United States, and his younger brother was unwilling to be a chef, he had no choice but to inherit the family business.

Li Liang also thought in his heart that if he didn't have the help of the system, he would probably be the same as his cousin, and could only go back to inherit the family business and sell tractors.

What's the situation now, why did the system send me here?

At this time, the middle-aged man chased him out and said, "Guoyang, what's wrong with you, why did you run out?"

Li Liang knew that this was his cousin, Gan Youwei, a kind old man with superb cooking skills.

It is also the treasure of Gan's restaurant. Anyway, every time Li Liang goes to Gan's restaurant to eat, he has retired and cooks some special dishes himself.

"Oh...no, it's nothing, my mind is a little messed up, I fell asleep last night." Li Liang explained.

"Haha, I haven't gotten used to it when I first arrived in the United States, haven't I adjusted yet? Come in and have breakfast."

So, Li Liang went into the store to have breakfast together.

In addition to Gan Youwei, there are cousin Gan Bingguang and cousin Gan Youtang.

Li Liang never met Gan Bingguang, who died in the 1990s.

Thinking of the time, Li Liang hurriedly asked Gan Youwei, "Biao...Dad, what's the date today?"

"You kid, today is the 29th... Oh, no, now we should use US time, or US Pacific time, June 28th."

"How many years?" Li Liang asked again.

"Oh, you're so confused, it's 1981!"

Li Liang listened, 1981? Whoops, it doesn't feel like it's early enough.

If someone else wears it 30 years ago, they will definitely be surprised.

But Li Liang is different. This guy has a lot of experience and knowledge, and he has spent more time and space.

I played it in the 1950s, and it was nothing special in 1981.

What he is curious about now is, when he comes to this time and space, what tasks will the system send him?

What do these tasks have to do with one's own mental abilities?

Halfway through eating, a fat man entered the shop and called out "Grandpa, Dad" to Gan Bingguang and Gan Youtang.

He is about 185 tall, the son of Gan Youtang, and the younger brother of Gan Guoyang who has never met, Gan Guohui.

Gan Guohui and Li Liang also said hello, and Li Liang found that he was holding a net bag with a basketball in it.

Basketball, finally has something to do with basketball.

Sure enough, after eating something, Gan Guohui stared at Li Liang, and then asked, "Cousin, can you play basketball?"

Li Liang thought to himself, I am the MVP of the NBA, you ask me this question?

"Cough, maybe a little bit." Li Liang was still modest.

"Okay, you can go play with me later, and teach that boy Chen Xing a lesson."

Li Liang agreed, but he didn't know who this Chen Xing was.

After breakfast, the two went out and walked in San Francisco in 1981.

Li Liang found that this TM seems to be no different from San Francisco in 2016?

It seems that the urban construction development of Americans is really too slow.

The two chatted all the way to a basketball court in Union Square in San Francisco, where a Chinese boy was waiting.

This place is very hidden, it is a small ball basket, there is no line on the ground, it is just an open space.

"It's here, other places are full of old blacks, we are too good, and we usually play here."

As he spoke, Gan Guohui threw the ball to his friend, the boy named Chen Xing.

This boy named Chen Xing jumped high, and even performed an alley-oop. It seemed that he bounced very well.

"Not bad, alley-oop." Li Liang praised, this boy is not very tall.

"Alley-oop? This translation is good." Li Liang spoke Chinese, and Gan Guohui said after listening.

Li Liang remembered that in 1981, some basketball terms had not yet been translated into Chinese.

After dunking, Chen Xing came over, greeted Li Liang, chatted for a few words, and threw the ball to Li Liang.

"Try?" Chen Xing said.

Li Liang touched the basketball in his hand, feeling something was wrong.

Why is the ball in my hand different from before?

Li Liang decided to vote for one.

For Li Liang, shooting is just like instinct.

Even without the help of the system, his talent is superb.

As a result, Li Liangqiu made a shot, and with a bang, it hit the basket on the neck.

Li Liang himself was surprised that he didn't enter.

What surprised him was not that he didn't go in, but that he didn't feel at all when he shot.

The feeling of shooting has disappeared.

"It's over, what about my golf skills?"

Li Liang had this question in his heart, and he realized that his golf skills might have disappeared during this task.