Champion Rules

Chapter 2 002: You call this the softest player on the team!?
Looking at the words in front of him, Lynch was a little confused.

Rediscover the courage of youth?

I am still very young now.

Even before traveling through time, Lynch was only 18 years old.

"This system seems to assume I'm 30 years old? And I've already retired?"

Sure enough, nothing in this world is 100% certain except that Ben Simmons cannot learn to shoot. Even the system can make mistakes sometimes.

But there is also an advantage to the wrong number in the system. The advantage is that this task is too easy for Lynch.

It really takes a lot of courage for a 30-year-old man who has been burdened with decades of mortgage to pick up his dream.

But for Lynch, who is only 16 years old now, this task is basically a free reward.

He was going to shamelessly ask that Mediterranean guy to replace him today.

However, although the task is simple, the reward is also very stingy.

Is there any system that gives away skill packages for NBA role players? Shouldn't it be skill packages for NBA stars?
This reward is as shabby as the "veteran minimum salary player card" given for the first deposit of 9.9 yuan in some basketball mobile games.

Lynch suddenly felt very helpless, looking at the "benefits" he had obtained, such as the glass body and the rubbish skill package.

It would be better if my wife in Rebirth is Sister Yu from Northeast China.

But now is not the time to be picky. Ant meat is still meat, and it is better than nothing.

On the training ground, Milos Teodosic, with his messy hair, is dominating the game.

As a guy who would be hailed by the media as the "King of Europe" and "the strongest player outside the NBA" many years later, his talent was enough to make him dominate in youth team games.

Even though his static talent isn't as visible as Lynch's, he's proven that basketball is a game that requires movement. Size alone can never directly determine a man's strength.

Theo can use his excellent organizational skills to mobilize the team, and he can also destroy the defense with his excellent shooting. In terms of offense alone, he is indeed the best on the team.

Boshko was immersed in the basketball art created by Theo when he suddenly felt a puff of hot air blowing past his ears.

"Don't you see a problem? There's no one on the court who can run a pick-and-roll with Theo. Their rolls are too slow, and their screens are too soft. Coach, do you support me being the pick-and-roll guy?"

The person who was talking in Boshko's ear was Lynch, whose persistence had made Boshko a little irritated.

"Milos is very capable, he doesn't need you. Also, what gave you the illusion that your screens were so tough? I still remember the scene where you dodged the defender to avoid collision. God, that was the most outrageous pick-and-roll I've ever seen."

"That was the old me. I thought a lot during my recovery. I'm not the same anymore."

Boshko could see that Lynch was indeed different. Lynch used to be an obedient child who would not yell at the coach or make fun of the coach's handsome hairstyle.

But Boshko didn't believe that a coward could easily become a warrior.

But right now, if Lynch is not allowed to play, he will probably keep pestering him.

So Boshko waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your enthusiasm, Lynch. Go back to your seat. Even if you need to be substituted in, you have to wait until the second half of the training match. You know, you can't just come back and take away the playing time of those who have been working hard in training."

"You promise to substitute me in the second half?"

"Of course, damn it, leave me alone!"

"Hahaha, I wish your head will regain its youth."

Boshko:
20 minutes later, the practice match entered halftime and Teodosic had already led his team to a 15-point lead.

Boshko was right. In the team's training games, Teodosic didn't need any pick-and-roll at all.

The dark-skinned first-team coach, Vlad Durovic, adjusted his thick glasses and smiled kindly. "Very good, very good. The kids are very energetic. Milos has improved again. It seems the youth team matches are no longer a challenge for him."

"Do you think he is ready for the adult team?" Boshko asked excitedly. Since he became the head coach of the FMP club's youth team, the team has trained two geniuses, Vladimir Radmanovic and Mladen Sekurac, who were selected by the NBA.

If he produces another Special Olympics, he will probably get a promotion and a raise and join the first-team coaching staff.

He was fed up with his wife's vicious attacks every time they argued, "Who do you think you are? Just a useless, balding youth basketball coach."

He wants to let that vulgar fat woman know how powerful he is!

Durovic thought for a moment and shook his head. "Let's wait and see. Theo's ability already makes some of the first-team defenders look like idiots, but he's still too skinny. The intensity of first-team matches is on another level. Substitute a few more players in the second half. I want to see how the others perform."

Boshko glanced around the bench, seemingly trying to decide who to start for the second half. He then walked over to Lynch and placed his firm hand on his shoulder, "Kid, stand up!"

At that moment, Lynch seemed to hear the prelude of the theme song of "Rocky", and the blood in his body began to boil.

He didn't expect that the Mediterranean coach would substitute him at the beginning of the second half.

Lynch gripped the coach's wrist tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a swimming ring: "I think I may have misunderstood you before, sir, I won't let you down!"

Boshko looked puzzled. "What do you mean by disappointed? I meant you should stand up and let me sit for a while! Can't you see that all the seats are full?"

Lynch:
You deserve your hairlessness!

Lynch stood up cursing, which attracted the attention of the first team coach Vlad Durovic, who began to question Boshko.

"What happened to that kid? Why didn't he play?"

"Lynch? A beautiful piece of oriental porcelain. Perfectly proportioned, but easily broken. I'll let him play when there are two minutes left in the game."

"Is he injured again?"

"Yeah, I just recovered from my ankle injury. Today is my first day back."

"Has his athletic ability been affected by injuries? Six months ago, I heard he had the highest reach on the team. He's 203 meters tall but as quick as a guard."

Durovich's assessment of Lynch was correct. Besides his exceptional height and wingspan, Lynch's most talked-about attribute was his exceptional athleticism. While not as impressive as those NBA-caliber black players, he was quite capable for the FMP youth team.

"I don't know if his injuries have eroded his athleticism," Boshko replied. "That's beside the point. Even if the constant injuries haven't eroded his athleticism, they've eroded his courage. He's afraid to play contact, afraid to make plays, even timid in pick-and-rolls. He even closes his eyes when attacking the rim, as if someone's going to pop them out on the basketball court."

Boshko glanced at Lynch with regret and continued, "I once had high hopes for him, but now he's the softest player on the team. He has outstanding raw talent, but lacks the heart to match it. The goal of becoming a professional is no longer suitable for him. You know, professional basketball is a man's game, not for cowards. Therefore, he doesn't deserve your attention."

Vlad Durovic didn't expect that Boshko, as the head coach of the youth team, would directly sentence the team's most athletic player to death.

But Durovic never believed what he heard from others. The reason why he frequently appeared in the youth team's training was because he only believed in his own eyes and the truth he saw with his own eyes.

"Boshko, let that kid play. I still want to see him." Durovich took off his glasses and wiped them.

"Whatever you want, you'll get nothing but disappointment."

After Boshko finished speaking, he waved at Lynch and said, "Lynch!" Because Lynch's name sounds like "Lynch", people just call him that instead of "Lin".

"I'm not going to buy water for you!" Lin Qi replied, still angry.

"You, come on stage!"

Lynch was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly and took off his training suit and stepped onto the field.

The moment Lynch came on the court, words that only he could see appeared in front of him again.

[You finally mustered up the courage to take the first step towards turning your basketball career around. You're opening your skill pack.]

[Congratulations on receiving the following rewards: AC Green's Iron Bones (no abstinence required), Mark McClung's Double-Legged Bombs, and Reggie Evans's Rebounding Acumen.]

Lynch initially thought that the role player skill package could only obtain one skill, but he didn't expect that the skill package meant packaging three skills at the same time.

It seems that the reward is not as bad as expected.

That's right, AC Green, Mark McClung and Reggie Evans, three guys from three different eras, are all role players.

But at the same time, any player who can play in the NBA must have something different from ordinary people.

No one can question AC Green's terrifying attendance rate. When players twenty years later use harsh load management to protect their bodies, this iron man defies everyone with his record of playing 1192 consecutive games.

His 5-foot-5 height couldn't stop Mark McClung from soaring through the air. He seemed to be fueled by NASA rocket fuel. In the 2023, 2024, and 2025 Slam Dunk Contests, this undrafted player exposed loopholes in the laws of gravity with one incredible dunk after another.

Reggie Evans, with his outstanding rebounding ability and a total salary of $3200 million throughout his career, has reconstructed the economics of basketball - it turns out that you can become a multi-millionaire even if you can't score, as long as you can prevent your opponent from getting the damn ball.

They each possess a certain superpower bestowed upon them by God, but due to the lack of other talents, they are forever trapped in the body of a role player.

But what if the greatest talents of these role players were concentrated in one person?
The fragments of divine power disassembled by God are now being reassembled in Lynch.

After receiving the gift package, the small words in front of me changed again.

At 30, you finally decide to step onto the court and prepare for the game, bravely pursuing your former self, but this is just the beginning.

Goal: Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, and don't pant like a dog on the court with a big belly. Get rid of the stale smell of middle-aged men and stay on the court for at least five minutes.

[Reward: Get a player template based on your game performance.]

Lynch's brain was frantically processing the information that suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the feeling of joy rushed to his head uncontrollably.

The referee blew the whistle and the game resumed. Lynch could feel his body trembling as he saw Teodosic dribbling across half court and directing a pick-and-roll.

He couldn't tell whether this was out of excitement or pure cowardice.

But Lynch prefers to believe it is because of the former.

First-team coach Vlad Durovic stared at the child with an unusual skin color. His shadow stretched across the wooden floor, forming a question mark.

It would be such a pity if a player with such outstanding dynamic and static talents were given up so easily.

Let's see what he can do.

Teodosic controlled the ball close to the three-point line, and Lynch tacitly set a screen for him.

The screen was so solid that the defender essentially hit a wall, while Lynch remained motionless like a mountain.

Boshko snorted lightly. It seemed that Lynch had indeed changed a little.

But this level of change is not enough.

Being able to run pick-and-roll is a basic quality for a frontcourt player.

After the pick-and-roll, the opposing forward had to switch defense, giving Theo an open shot opportunity, which was an unforgivable mistake.

Teodosic, who had already jumped up and was ready to shoot in the air, faced interference and immediately changed his shot into a pass, throwing the ball out with one hand.

This pass seems forced, but the difference between a genius and a mediocre player is that ordinary players have to learn the genius's way of playing until dawn - not just learn it, but learn it until dawn.

Even though the pass was very difficult, Theo still accurately found Lynch who quickly followed the pick-and-roll.

He fulfilled his promise and would have found him even if Lynch only played for 30 seconds.

This friend can get along.

But a player cannot rely on his brothers alone to succeed.

Theo's pass gave Lynch a chance to attack the basket, but the tallest player in the youth team, 210-centimeter center Luka Modric, had already returned to the basket to guard it.

Neither the Lynch of the past nor the Lynch of the present has any outstanding jump shot talent, and his scoring basically depends on attacking the basket.

So when Luka Modric appeared at the basket, Lynch's offensive opportunities were almost stifled.

No one believed that the weak Lynch would dare to challenge the 210-centimeter European castle.

Boshko spread his hands and predicted to first-team coach Durovic: "Just watch! He won't dare attack the basket and might even lose the ball. He'll probably be frightened and panicked by Luka's threat. He's just that weak. This isn't a problem that can be solved by running fast or jumping high. I swear on my hair he's going to make a mistake!"

Of course, Lynch did not pass the ball as Boshko said. Now he has the bounce of McClung and the tough body of AC Green, so what is he afraid of?
Why should we be afraid of the huge European horses?!
This may be the bravest moment in Lynch's life, because he knows that this is his chance to change his life, but opportunities will not always be there.

The 210-centimeter Luka Modric obviously did not expect Lynch to attack the basket directly. He raised his arms hastily and even forgot to jump.

Luca's reflexive action of raising his arms was completely in vain. Lynch's body, which was as fragile as a pancake three days ago, now seemed to be gushing out endless power, pushing him into the air with ease.

"boom!"

The basket trembled during the dunk and beads of sweat hung in the air.

As Lynch's feet bit the ground again, he seemed to hear the crisp sound of time splitting apart. His previous life of mediocrity, his worn-out mentality, his moldy basketball dreams, all turned to ashes in a parallel universe.

The basketball hoop was still shaking and creaking, and Lynch's new life was being born from this metal wailing.

This was the first time that Lynch tasted the sweetness of courage.

First-team head coach Vlad Durovic stared at the shaking basket with his mouth wide open.

He turned his head and stared at Boshko, who was swearing on his hair, with a look as if he was judging a criminal.

"You just said he was the softest player on the team, right?"

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