I was a god in the 18th century

Yan Shixian had already reached the other side of the Pacific Ocean. After playing in the NCAA college league for only half a year, he found that even the level of the American college league was still too low for him. He was no different from playing in China, and he swept through the enemy all the way.

Originally he played as a forward-guard swingman, but after arriving here, he switched to being a shooting guard with full concentration, averaging a terrifying 40+ points per game.

Of course, his assists decreased as his points increased. He used to get more than 10 assists in China and the national team, but in the NCAA, he couldn't get as many assists as he used to get in one game in China in half a year.

In other words, in a foreign country, his playing style became unique and fierce, like a king who would kill anyone who stood in his way.

In this season when the phoenix flowers are in bloom, some people come in and some people leave the school.

Yan Shixian, a name as bright as a star, is rising rapidly in the American basketball world.

With his astonishing talent and gorgeous basketball skills, he dominated the NCAA for half a year and won the No. 1 pick in this summer's draft, becoming the second Chinese to receive this honor after Yao Ming.

This incident instantly caused a huge sensation in the American and domestic sports circles. The power of one of the three major balls is really not just talk. Countless fans were excited and crazy, and various media rushed to report it, and the praise was overwhelming.

As a loyal partner of domestic sports fans, CCTV Sports Channel keenly captured this opportunity and decisively announced the repurchase of NBA game broadcasting rights, vowing to escort Yan Shixian to the NBA arena with the halo of the top pick.

Yan Shixian has hundreds of millions of Chinese viewers backing him up. Even though he hasn't played a game in the NBA yet, his traffic is already approaching that of epoch-making sports superstars like Yao Ming and Liu Xiang.

In this regard, he also has a bit of an advantage in appearance. With his figure and appearance, it would be hard for him not to play basketball, and the entertainment industry would definitely be crazy about him.

Due to his rise, China suddenly had a large number of female fans who only watched the man and not the game.

After Yan Shixian went to the United States, Xia Qingdai did not contact him very often due to the time difference.

Moreover, due to the distance and different social circles, Xia Qingdai felt that she had less and less topics to talk about with him. Sometimes he would type a bunch of words, but she could only reply with a cute emoticon.

After all, Xia Qingdai is not a real football fan, her brother is.

This year, Xia Qingdai put more energy into studying Chinese medicine. And this summer, her mind was occupied by the Qing Dynasty in the 18th century.

When Xia Qingdai returned home, she had no plans to make lunch for herself. Now all her thoughts were on Lilliput.

Having purchased a lot of daily necessities today, she couldn't wait to share them with the hungry and poorly clothed Chinese people.

Don't say she is a saint, she is a "goddess" who absorbs the power of people's faith. You can't just take incense and do nothing, China doesn't want to keep idle gods.

Xia Qingdai came to the glass jar, and the scene below had entered a "non-static state".

After looking at it for a while, Xia Qingdai got up and went to the kitchen to make herself a simple bowl of noodles, then set the alarm clock and lay down on the bed to go to sleep.

She hadn't slept since yesterday. Although she didn't need much sleep now, she couldn't not sleep. Besides, it was late at night in the eighteenth century, and she couldn't choose this time to appear, because that would delay everyone's sleep and be immoral.

When she woke up from her sleep, it was the darkest time before dawn in the eighteenth century, which was perfect for performing miracles.

Less than three hours after going to bed, Xia Qingdai woke up naturally before the alarm clock rang.

Xia Qingdai turned off the alarm clock, went to the bathroom to wash up, checked her makeup, and found that it was not damaged by sleeping, and her hair was not messy. She just needed to put a few wig bags back on. Only her lipstick was wiped off before she had dinner, so she just needed to touch it up. Xia Qingdai had no problem putting on lipstick. She bought one in a physical store before going out today.

After everything was ready, Xia Qingdai returned to the glass tank and reached out to knock on the window frame of the cabin where Owen was. Although the town government where Ma Yu was located was not far from the dock, it was not included in her map range, so Owen still needed to open the map.

Owen had already developed a tacit understanding with Xia Qingdai. When he heard the knock on the window, he got up from his light sleep, walked to the window and looked up. He soon spotted the pair of eyes in the sky that were as bright as stars in the dark night. After bowing slightly, he went back to his room to wash and get dressed.

When Owen was ready, Xia Qingdai lowered the drone tied to the black carriage and took him flying in the night sky.

On a sultry summer night, even the sea breeze is hot.

Owen, wearing only a thin white silk shirt, leaned silently against the carriage window, overlooking the shrinking world in his sight.

Soon, the drone flew over the town hall amidst the mountains. Even if someone looked up in the dark, they wouldn't be able to see anything.

Xia Qingdai brought out a projector and placed it on a mountaintop plain. In the night, this huge thing looked like another hill.

Then she hung a white curtain on one side of the glass tank. She was not sure whether the curtain hanging in the air could be seen in Lilliput.

Even if she could see it, she would not be afraid of being exposed. Who in the 18th century had such knowledge? The huge cloth under the canopy must be like a projector to the little man, both of which were miracles.

After everything was ready, Xia Qingdai turned on the projector, and suddenly a picture of "gods descending to earth" that had already existed in it appeared in the night sky.

Her makeup today was specially chosen to be the same as the heroine in the picture, and the other party also covered her face with a white cloth so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

The noise immediately alarmed the soldiers on night patrol in the general town government, and someone immediately hurriedly reported to Ma Yu.

When they returned to the God of Wealth Temple yesterday, the first thing the temple keeper did when he saw Ma Yu was to say, "You are here indeed."

He looked completely calm and composed, as if he had already calculated everything.

It has to be said that the temple keeper has some talent when it comes to pretending to be mysterious.

Ma Yu, who had originally prepared for the worst-case scenario of torture, felt relieved when he saw the temple keeper's expression.

He felt that he should be able to get the answer he wanted.

Sure enough, the priest of the Temple of the God of Wealth did not disappoint him and almost made up a story about Xia Qingdai's origin according to his ideas.

All sorts of mysterious things, such as being a hermit with a destiny and coming to solve the sufferings of the world, were told half-truthfully, and even the general Ma Yu was stunned.

The main reason was that many miracles had indeed occurred today after the appearance of the woman in white, so it was natural for Ma Yu to believe what the Taoist said.

Because of this incident, Ma Yu did not sleep well tonight. He tossed and turned in bed. He seemed to have just fallen asleep in a daze when he heard someone knocking on the door and making a lot of noise.

"Who?"

(End of this chapter)