Chapter 1: What

2009, Tokyo, Japan.

Zhou Hang looked at the junior high students before him. They had the same skin tone as him, but one look told him they weren't locals...

No, wait. They were the locals; he was the outsider.

Years of experience watching films allowed him to recognize at a glance that these were Japanese junior high school girls.

Otherwise, how could he possibly see so many JK uniforms?

Those old fossils back home wouldn't allow female students to wear short skirts; they’d prefer to wrap people up tight, so not even a toe could be seen.

"I really did transmigrate!?"

Slap!

He hit himself, grimacing in pain, confirming this wasn't a dream.

A day ago, he was just an ordinary office worker.

He had worked diligently at the company for many years and was on the verge of a promotion, only for some trainee—who hadn't even been training for two and a half years—to swoop in and steal his spot.

What kind of talent did that guy have?

Zhou Hang wasn't convinced, and upon asking, he found out the guy's uncle was the General Manager of the Marketing Department.

That was when Zhou Hang realized clearly.

Hard work is useless; grinding your colleagues to death is useless. When you're out in the world, it’s all about background and connections.

Damn it, Yanzu!

Every time he encountered such things, Zhou Hang believed that others would surely feel the same way, complaining that there was no fairness in this world.

This included sports competitions as well.

Look at the national football team; if you want to get on the field to play, it’s clearly priced at hundreds of thousands.

No money?

If you have no money, what the hell are you playing for!

The existence of a good father is too important!

Look at Bronny; he plays like absolute garbage, but just because he has a father who is the Vice-GOAT of Mount Rushmore, he gets "MVP" chants when he steps on the court, and his jerseys sell for a full 50 million, in dollars...

Of course, the son of the actual GOAT of Mount Rushmore is no slouch in this regard either.

Jordan’s eldest son played 59 college games and crazily racked up 58 points.

And the result?

Even though he couldn't even average 1 point per game, because his father is named Jordan, he wouldn't be overlooked.

Some people were even waiting for the day that this Son of God would finally "get it" and start dominating the basketball court just like his father.

However, the basketball court is ultimately fairer than reality.

Regardless of whether it’s Bronny or Jeffrey, if they can't play, they can't play.

No matter how strong their fathers are, that’s their fathers' business; ability stats cannot be inherited.

"But they don't have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of their lives, they get all the women they want, they drive all the luxury cars they want..." Zhou Hang sighed.

You laugh at Jeffrey for not averaging 1 point, but Jeffrey laughs at you for not even knowing what Beverly Hills looks like.

By the way, Jordan’s other son, Marcus, is even more impressive; he got his hands on the ex-wife of his father’s old teammate, and I heard he even got her pregnant.

God knows what they’ll call each other when Jordan and Pippen meet in the future?

It’s just ridiculous!

Zhou Hang twirled his hair. "Where's the System? Don't die on me, give me a 'ding'!"

"Ding!"

You really did "ding"!

Zhou Hang had a mouthful of complaints and didn't know where to start.

He asked, "What brand are you? Tell me about it?"

"Welcome, Host, to the Popular Character System..."

"Wait a second."

Popular Character?

Zhou Hang had read plenty of web novels over the years, and hearing this thunderously cliché name, he immediately thought of something.

"Is it the kind where everything I do here is projected into a higher dimension, becoming a movie or even a TV series?"

"It’s an anime!"

The level is even lower? So I’ve become a 2D paper cutout?

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost interest.

Who wants to live in The Truman Show?

His life is not a reality show for others to watch!

"We can make you a millionaire!"

"I’ve already transmigrated, becoming a millionaire doesn't seem that hard, does it?"

Zhou Hang touched his bangs—they were silver-white—and couldn't help but run to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

"Hell, how did I end up with such an unfortunate face?"

Fluffy silver-white hair, a pair of sky-blue pupils; if he put on a high school uniform, he’d be the spitting image of Gojo Satoru.

He didn't want to be sliced into 2.5 Gojos!

He turned his head and saw two girls nearby whispering to each other.

Looking at their eyes, one could tell they weren't looking at a lunatic; those were the eyes of girls drooling over a handsome guy. If you added special effects, you could see hearts in their eyes.

Zhou Hang walked over. "Hey, can I borrow your phone?"

"Mm-hmm!"

The other party didn't refuse; she gave it to him decisively.

Zhou Hang didn't find it strange. When the System activated a day ago, it had given him a "World Language Proficiency" skill.

This allowed him to communicate with the locals without any obstacles.

Zhou Hang opened the search engine and saw that it was currently 2009.

"2009, the champions are the Lakers. After the OK duo broke up, Kobe finally proved himself."

"To be safe, let's see if history is the same."

Hmm, no discrepancies. The "rain of one-pointers" from the big-cheeked guy in the playoffs fell particularly hard; Zhou Hang remembered it very clearly.

Let’s look at the World Cup.

The 2006 World Cup champion was Italy, the 2002 World Cup champion was Brazil, and the upcoming 2010 World Cup champion...

The Matador Legion!

"It’s 2009 now, which means next year..."

"I’m going to be rich!"

Zhou Hang let out a roar to the sky, startling the two little beauties.

They thought, could this earth-shatteringly handsome guy be a fool?

System: "........."

Forget being a "popular character," I’m going to be a billionaire.

Starting today, I’ll work hard and strive to make 100 million next year!