Chapter 1: What the hell is the point of playing basketball?

2009, Tokyo, Japan.

Zhou Hang looked at the junior high students before him who shared his skin color but were clearly not 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?

Those old fogies back home would never allow female students to wear short skirts; they'd prefer to wrap people up tight, so that not even a toe could be seen.

"I really did transmigrate!?"

Slap!

He hit himself, wincing 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 a trainee—who hadn't even been training for two and a half years—to swoop in and snatch it away.

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 power.

Damn it, Yanzu!

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

This includes 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 several million.

No money?

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

Having a good father is just too important!

Look at Bronny, playing like absolute garbage, yet because he has a father who is a Mount Rushmore Vice-GOAT, he gets "MVP" chants when he steps on the court, and his jersey sells for a full 50 million... in US dollars.

Of course, the son of the Mount Rushmore true GOAT is no less impressive in this regard.

Jordan's eldest son played 59 games in college and crazily scored 58 points.

And the result?

Even though he couldn't even average 1 point per game, because his father is named Jordan, he would never be overlooked.

There were even people waiting for that day when this Son of God would suddenly "get it" and slaughter everyone on the basketball court just like his father.

However, the basketball court is ultimately fairer than reality.

Whether it's Bronny or Jeffrey, if you can't play, you can't play.

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

"But they are set for life; they get all the women they want and drive all the luxury cars they want..." Zhou Hang sighed.

You laugh at Jeffrey for 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 father's old teammate's ex-wife, and I heard he even got her pregnant.

Who knows how Jordan and Pippen will address each other when they meet in the future?

It's just unbelievable!

Zhou Hang twirled his hair. "System? If you're not dead, 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."

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

"Wait a minute."

Popular Character?

Zhou Hang had read his fair share of web novels over the years, and upon hearing this thunderous system 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 would want 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 shouldn't be that hard, right?"

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

"Damn it, 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 would be the spitting image of Gojo Satoru.

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

He turned his head and saw two girls whispering to each other while looking at him.

Looking at their eyes, he knew 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; they 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 combination broke up, Kobe finally proved himself."

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

2008 champion, Boston Celtics.

2007 champion, San Antonio Spurs.

2006 champion, Miami Heat.

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

Let's check the World Cup.

The 2006 World Cup champion was Italy, the 2002 World Cup champion was Samba, 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 both little beauties.

They wondered if this earth-shatteringly handsome guy was a fool.

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

Forget being a popular character; I'm going to be a billionaire.

From today on, I'll work hard, and strive to make a hundred million next year!