I've been playing in the NBA for three years, and this system is only now showing up?

Chapter 19 Lin Ze: I'm half Los Angeles!

"Hey high schoolers, that's great," Lin Ze said. "By the way, Kobe, what year were you born?"

"78, what's wrong?" Kobe didn't know why Lin Ze suddenly asked this, but he still gave a straightforward answer.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to say that I was also born in '78. We were both in the '96 talent show, so how come I ended up in college?" Lin Ze shrugged, looking puzzled.

"What does it matter to me that you went to college?"

"It doesn't matter," Lin Ze said. "But we were both born in '78, right? Why didn't you go to university back then? Was it because you didn't have enough credits? You could have chosen to study Italian! I thought about choosing to study Chinese to earn credits."

"My grades are excellent!" Kobe said, frowning. "My grades are good enough to get me into Duke without a scholarship!"

"So your Lakers blood isn't pure enough! When I was in college, I was set on schools in Los Angeles! I considered Los Angeles my second home when I was eight years old. Joining the Lakers was my biggest dream. I remember you even tried out for the Celtics? And you had a great chat with Auerbach?"

"What about Chicago? Aren't you from Chicago?" Kobe frowned even more deeply.

"It depends on the situation. When I played basketball in Chicago, Chicago was also my second hometown!" Lin Ze said without changing his expression.

"Alright!" Jackson finally spoke up. "Stop chatting, Lin. You only went to college for a year. Now we need to talk about the game!"

"The Timberwolves are currently fourth in the Western Conference, and they've adopted a completely new slogan this year."

"Win the series."

"I actually find it quite funny. How can a team come up with such a ridiculous slogan for themselves? Win a series? If they didn't have a slogan or a goal, they wouldn't be so funny, right?"

Even Lin Ze couldn't laugh at this unfunny joke, but Jackson didn't seem to care. He shrugged and said, "Anyway, kill them tonight! I don't know what their goal is, but we need to let them know: if they run into us, they won't even win a single game, let alone a series!"

"We can't win!" This time, the entire Lakers team roared at the same time, and then they all got up and walked towards the arena.

Target Center, one of the league's newest arenas, has been in service for less than 10 years, but its attendance has always been mediocre. Even with a superstar like Garnett, who is among the league's most popular players, their home games this season have only sold out once.

It's tonight!

The Lakers enjoy top popularity and attention across the entire league. Tonight, 19832 Minnesos entered the arena to watch this matchup between the league's top team and the fourth-ranked team in the Western Conference.

"What are you looking at, kid? Never seen so many people before? Are you scared?" As the starting players finished warming up and stepped onto the field, a cold voice immediately reached Lin Ze's ears.

It was Garnett, who had just exchanged a few words with Lin Ze before the game!

"Yeah, you haven't seen it either, have you?" Lin Ze said with a warm smile, "I saw you celebrating on the big screen, celebrating the first time tickets sold out this season."

"We've never had a situation where tickets weren't sold out."

"So what?" Garnett said fiercely, "They're not here to see you!"

"Did they come to see you?" Lin Ze looked at Garnett with a face full of sympathy. "It's fine if they don't come to see me, but not to see you... tsk tsk tsk."

"You don't cry in your mother's arms at night, do you?"

"Kid! Your arrogance won't last long." Garnett grinned, showing his white teeth, and said menacingly, "I'll make you remember the pain you suffered in high school!"

"Very good." Lin Ze said, "I'll also remind you of the time when you couldn't join the college team and had to sheepishly participate in the draft."

"For example... how many Kevins is 8 + 13? If you can't figure it out, would you like me to give you a few options?"

"What's wrong? What are you talking about?" O'Neal, who was not far away, saw Lin Ze arguing with Garnett and immediately rushed over. He wanted to protect his best little brother.

"Oh, I gave Kevin a math problem, but he can't solve it," Lin Ze grinned. "Let's not bother him; he'll complain that we're not giving him time to calculate and that it's affecting his train of thought!"

"He can do math?" O'Neal's eyes widened dramatically, his mouth agape, his face full of mockery.

"Shut up, fatso! Shut up! You're covered in fat like a damn pig!" Garnett snarled. "Go back to the hotel and eat your pig swill!"

"Don't let me run into you, you nigger, in the paint!" O'Neal roared, glaring at Garnett. "Otherwise, I'll shove my Big Dick into your mouth and show you what the pleasure of being full is!"

"Let's go, Lin! We'll teach him a lesson during the game!" O'Neal turned around and looked at Lin Ze, who was still standing there, and asked curiously, "Lin?"

"It's nothing, Shaq. I was just thinking about something." Lin Ze looked at O'Neal as if waking from a dream and said, "The question I just gave him might have been a little too difficult!"

"this one?"

"There's something else," Lin Ze laughed. "Why was he so polite to me when he was talking to me, and didn't swear at all, but then he started swearing at you the moment he saw you? Does he think you're easy to bully?"

"Lin!" O'Neal said with a hint of helplessness, "I already hate that guy, I don't need to hate him any more."

"I'll help you take him down!"

"Of course!" Lin Ze stretched out his hand, and after happily exchanging a set of their signature hand gestures with O'Neal, he quickly turned around to prepare for the game.

At the same time, he did not tell O'Neal the real reason why he had just been stunned.

The system crashed, and it seems to have issued a new task!

"Host detected to have been traded from the Hawks to the Bulls. Side quest issued!"

Lin Ze thought carefully for a moment. Was he traded to the Bulls in early December? I think so. I think he only played about ten or twenty games for the Hawks.

Side Quest: Integrate into Chicago!

"The hardest part of joining a new team is always integrating, and the first step to integration is building a good relationship with the team leader."

"The host needs to become friends with the team leader as soon as possible!"

What the hell? What kind of stupid mission is this?

This was Lin Ze's thought just now.

How can you integrate into the team and become friends with the team leader?

If this were in Chicago, this task would be impossible to complete.

Because during Lin Ze's two years in Chicago, he never became friends with Jordan.

Kukoc, Wennington, maybe Rodman, and Lin Ze on the Bulls—those are my three friends.

As for Jordan?

If murder weren't illegal, Lin Ze would definitely give Jordan a full-on American-style Iaijutsu!