Chapter 1 Waking Up is a Dream

  In September 2012, a basketball arena in Dongguan, Guangdong. The audience seats were sparsely occupied by about a dozen fans.

  Zhuang Fei sat anxiously on the bench, watching the game. At this time, Zhejiang team was being suppressed by Guangdong team. In CBA, Guangdong team is a national powerhouse, and their youth team is also the first in the country. Although Zhejiang team has good strength, they still have a big gap with Guangdong team.

  Zhuang Fei was sitting on the bench, but he wasn't a player of Zhejiang team, he was an assistant coach. Today's game was a crucial match in the youth league, which determined whether Zhejiang team could enter the playoffs. The game could be lost, but not by more than 30 points. However, it had already entered the fourth quarter, and the score on the court was 90-51, with Zhejiang trailing by 39 points. In case of a tie in wins and losses, Zhejiang team would be eliminated due to fewer points scored. Zhuang Fei glanced at the head coach Tang Lin beside him, who looked even more anxious than he did, and felt a surge of anger. If it weren't for him, how could Zhejiang team have fallen to this point? Although Zhejiang wasn't as strong as Guangdong team, they were not weak either, and entering the playoffs shouldn't require calculating small points like this. "Damn it, he's just a useless person who relies on connections," Zhuang Fei cursed in his heart.

  Tang Lin and Zhuang Fei were former teammates, but neither of them could make it big in the Zhejiang team. Eventually, both became coaches for the team. Two months ago, Li Ye, the previous head coach of the youth team, was promoted to assistant coach of the first team. The vacant position naturally fell to Tang Lin and Zhuang Fei. Originally, Li Ye had recommended Zhuang Fei to the club's higher-ups, as Zhuang Fei was his first assistant coach for the youth team and was most familiar with them, and also had high tactical skills. On the other hand, Tang Lin rarely appeared in the team, relying on his father being a high-ranking official in the sports bureau to occupy a position without contributing much. However, the club's appointment shocked everyone - Zhuang Fei continued as an assistant coach, while Tang Lin became the head coach and obtained a professional certificate, becoming a formal coach under the jurisdiction of the Zhejiang Sports Bureau. If Tang Lin had real skills, Zhuang Fei wouldn't have any objections, but in reality, Tang Lin was just a fake.

  "You bunch of trash, look at what you've done on the court, actually being led by over 40 points. Damn it, if the team can't make it to the playoffs this year, all of you get out of here next year"

  Although his coaching ability is not great, Tang Lin's intimidation skills are still quite good, and the 16- or 17-year-old players on the sidelines are all intimidated by him, not daring to make a sound. However, it's unlikely that Tang Lin will be able to change the situation through intimidation, and it may even make these young players more nervous, which would also affect their performance.

  Is Zhejiang team really that weak? Of course not, before Tang Lin took office, Zhejiang team ranked third, and Zhuang Fei watched these young players lose confidence after a series of consecutive defeats, followed by more failures. Originally, Tang Lin was here to polish his reputation, if Zhejiang team didn't enter the playoffs this year, his pressure would be huge too.

  "Are you man enough to play tough defense? Do you know what your name sounds like? It sounds like a girl's. And your playing style is also like a girl's. If I see you being timid again, you can pack up and leave tomorrow."

  Gao Shang looked at Tang Lin with a mixture of fear and confusion, biting his lip, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His teammates nearby pretended not to notice. Gao Shang was the ace small forward of Zhejiang team, considered one of the most talented newcomers in recent years, but over the past few months he had completely lost his former spark. It could be said that he was thoroughly destroyed by Tang Lin.

  "If I were you, it's better to just go find a place to die at this time." Zhuang Fei couldn't help but sneer, amidst the shocked expressions of his teammates and Tang Lin.

  "What? What did you say?" Tang Lin's eyes widened in anger as he glared at Zhuang Fei.

  "If you still want to win, you should go and encourage these kids instead of making personal attacks on them or teaching them to do hurtful things. Are you a coach? Do you have the demeanor of a coach? Look at what state the team is in now under your leadership, and yet you still have the nerve to blame the players? If I were you, without anyone else saying it, I would just go find some place to crash and die."

  "Zhuang Fei, don't you want to continue anymore? If not, then go back to selling at the street stall." This time, Tang Lin heard it clearly.

  "My god, I've long stopped wanting to do this. Even selling street food is better than being an assistant coach for you." Zhuan Fei said as he turned and left the stadium, leaving behind a stunned Tang Lin and the players.

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  Zhuang Fei is not being arrogant, he really doesn't want to stay in the team anymore. As a coach, he can't bear to see one good seedling after another being destroyed in front of him, and he's powerless to stop it. If he clashes with Tang Lin, he'll definitely be fired by the club. For Zhuang Fei, who only has a primary school diploma, he really has no choice but to sell street food like Tang Lin said.

  "Hey handsome, you look lonely."

  In a bar in Dongguan, Zhuang Fei was drinking alone at the counter when a heavily made-up woman appeared beside him.

  "Haha, I'm a handsome guy, but you're not a beauty." Zhuang Fei glanced at the woman with narrowed eyes, then continued drinking on his own.

  "Damn it, I met an idiot." The beautiful woman saw Zhuang Fei say this and also tore off her smile from earlier, scolding as she walked away.

  Zhuang Fei's dream was to become a player as excellent as Yao Ming, but the difference between his dreams and reality became clear when he was 20 years old. His talent was limited, and he couldn't continue his career as a player. In the end, Zhuang Fei gave up on his dream of being a player, but he didn't plan to give up on basketball altogether. After more than a year of hard work and study, he became an ordinary coach for the youth team. Two years later, he was promoted from an ordinary coach to an assistant coach for the youth team. Just as Li Ye was about to be promoted, Zhuang Fei thought his path to becoming a head coach had officially begun, but fate played another joke on him.

  Zhuang Fei is not a rich second generation nor an official second generation, he is just an ordinary peasant child. The road to realizing his basketball dream was originally full of difficulties, and today, his dream has been thoroughly destroyed.

  "Haha, I don't regret it, not one bit. What's basketball? Damn, what's basketball? If I've given up, then I've given up." Zhuang Fei left the bar alone and wandered around the streets of Dongguan in a daze. He was now penniless, having spent all his money at the bar. The team must have returned to Zhejiang by now, and he couldn't possibly return to the team either.

  "Haha, in the end, what have I done for these twenty-five years? Still nothing."

  "What kind of crazy person is this? Let's call the police!"

  "Never mind, just one look and you can tell it's a broken heart. Sigh, young people these days..."

  Zhuang Fei walked around in a daze, and just then, with a loud crash, Zhuang Fei completely lost consciousness.

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  Headache

  Zhuang Fei closed his eyes, gently knocking on his forehead with his fist, the aftermath of a hangover. Zhuang Fei's alcohol tolerance was not good, even if it was good, he couldn't withstand such reckless drinking.

  "Zhuang, you're awake, you're really too fragile, being hit by a ball can knock you out like this"

  Zhuang Fei opened his eyes and a black man was walking towards him.

  "But your body is still okay, you woke up so quickly, it seems like there's nothing seriously wrong with you. Right, have a drink of water first."

  Zhuang Fei took the cup of water handed over by the black man and gulped a mouthful. Ah, refreshing! The dryness in his throat also disappeared.

  "Haha, you're the first head coach who got knocked out by a basketball on our devil team's first day."

  "What's with the Devil's errand team?" Zhuang Fei still looked at the black man who was still talking incessantly, without interrupting.

  "Haha, just now, you have no idea how scared Stefan was, he thought he had killed someone and his legs went soft"

  "Steven?" Zhuang Fei quietly memorized some key words.

  The black man continued to speak, and Zhuang Fei slowly became clear about his situation. He had crossed over, crossing into the United States, specifically in 1995. His name was still Zhuang Fei, with no changes, a Chinese international student who currently served as the interim head coach of the NCAA's Vicksun University Devils team, because the previous head coach, Odom, had mysteriously resigned. The school let this Chinese man, who had been serving as Odom's assistant coach, temporarily take over for a year.

  "What is this?" Zhuang Fei suddenly found a two-palm-sized electronic screen in front of him.

  "Ding, N'Baliv Empire mode system startup, host confirmed, bind or not?"

  What is this, the Nbalive Dynasty system? He's played a lot of Nbalive games, so he shouldn't be unfamiliar with it. Is this because of the transmigration? Zhuang Fei hesitated for a moment before choosing "yes".

  "Binding successful, system open, ding, host level too low, kingdom points insufficient, ball exploration system activated, coach system closed"

  At this time, the electronic interface in front of Zhuang Fei kept changing, and finally a interface appeared with three large options: "Player Search", "Team Search" and "Staff Search".

  "Zhuang, are you okay?" The black man asked worriedly as he saw Zhuang Fei didn't say a word.

  "It's okay, thank you"

  "Haha, no need to be polite, you're the head coach and I'm the assistant coach, this is how it should be. Alright, you take a rest first, I won't disturb you anymore."

  After the black man left, Zhuang Fei sorted out his thoughts and crossed over to become an agent head coach of an NCAA team. He also obtained a so-called NBALIVE dynasty system, just like that.

  "Just now that black man said it was the Devil's Butler team" Zhuang Fei lightly clicked on the "Team Search" button in front of his eyes, entered the words "Devil's Butler Team", and soon the interface jumped, displaying the search results. The result column only showed one team.

  "Vicksen Forest University's Devil Executioner Team, it should be this one." Zhuang Fei nodded lightly.

  "Ding, main team loaded, confirmed. Host Zhang Fei officially joins the Devils of Wicksen University, host level +1, dynasty points +100, head coach system unlocked."

  Zhuang Fei was startled again by the sudden sound, but at this time the electronic interface bar changed again. A new option "Team" appeared on the interface, and next to the team was "Search".

  Zhuang Fei continued to click on the "Team" option, and under the team option, three more options appeared: "Player", "Employee", and "Relationship". Zhuang Fei clicked on the "Employee" column again.

  "Head Coach: Zhuang Fei, Assistant Coach: Mark Allen, Scout: Bill Lamb, Am I really the head coach of this team?"

  Zhuang Fei stared at the interface in disbelief, but soon came to his senses and began to familiarize himself with it. He quickly gained an understanding of it.

  This system is now very incomplete, with only two functions, and it seems that there are no modification options, can only view.

  Finally, Zhuang Fei clicked on the "player" column, and soon five names appeared before his eyes.

  "Is it him? He's actually a member of this team!" Zhuang Fei exclaimed.