NBA: Forward-Guard Throne

That year, the immature Grim Reaper entered the league; the young Emperor received a promise of "the future" from the not-yet-ageing Stone Buddha; Peter Pan was busy announcing his departure from Los Angeles on television; and the German tank participated in a most "humiliating" MVP awards ceremony. Zhao Xiu quietly gazed at the slightly petite yet incredibly heavy Nokia lying in his palm. He possessed gifts he hadn't had in his previous life—the height he'd always dreamed of, the large hands. But what remained unchanged was his love for basketball and his pursuit of victory. He knew that in this era, he, too, had to compete.