Champion Rules

Chapter 7 007: Just an insignificant opponent (asking for monthly tickets!)
Wu Lan has always felt guilty about not being able to go to the scene to watch her son's game.

In Serbia, professional clubs' youth teams offer free tickets to players' families. But as the only chef at this restaurant, if Wu Lan leaves, the entire restaurant will be paralyzed.

Therefore, she rarely goes to watch Lynch's games, and was unable to attend today either.

Although Lynch's match was broadcast live tonight, all the TVs in the store were showing the grudge match between Red Star and Guerrilla.

There's no way around it. You can't just run into a group of fans who are so fanatical they're about to lose their minds and ask them to change the channel.

Unless you show them the Korean weather forecast.

Therefore, Wu Lan could not see her son's performance on TV.

Amid the roar of the range hood, she was a little absent-minded.

I don’t know what’s happening on the court, and I don’t know if Lynch will get injured.

Red Star won the derby tonight, and inside the restaurant, their fans cheered wildly and mercilessly.

"Kill those blue-skinned guerrillas!"

"Hahahaha, boss, another bottle of Rakia! (Traditional Serbian liquor) I mean, one for everyone wearing a Red Star jersey!"

"Hey, check out the news below! The Guerrilla youth team also lost, and by 23 points! Hahahaha, there's no better night than this!"

When Red Star fans raised their bottles towards the TV, Wu Lan's eyes were focused on the scrolling news at the bottom of the screen.

FMP won, and it showed Lynch's stats as 21 points, 18 rebounds, and 8 blocks?
Wu Lan's first reaction was that the TV station had made a mistake.

It's not that she doesn't trust her son, it's that she doesn't trust the country's television station.

A few years ago, during the Bosnian War, a news report listed the names of Serbian soldiers killed in action. As countless mothers, wives, and children cried heartbreakingly, the news anchor said something unbelievable.

"Oh, sorry, this is the list of survivors." (True story)

Therefore, Wu Lan expressed doubts about this data.

21 points is easy to understand, and you can get it if you are lucky.

But 18 rebounds and 8 blocks?
Wu Lan doesn't know much about basketball, but he is not completely ignorant of it.

The only player in Serbia who can produce such statistics is probably Darko Milicic.

However, this series of data also made her full of expectations.

What if Lynch really did it?

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Red Star fans who were still not satisfied were ready to find another place to party.

After seeing off the last batch of customers, Wu Lan sat down behind the cashier, exhausted. After the workers finished cleaning up, she could finally finish her work for the day.

As soon as she sat down and drank some water, she heard the voice she had been waiting for.

"Mom, I'm back."

Lin Qi walked into the restaurant with his bag, ready to go home with Wu Lan.

Wu Lan's eyes scanned her son's body like a CT scanner. Her first question was, "Are you injured?"

After receiving a denial, the woman's tired face showed a hint of joy: "I said that the Chinese knot is very useful."

Only then did she ask what others considered the most important question: "The news said you guys won. How did you perform? 18 rebounds and 8 blocks, is that true?"

"Of course it's true, but the opponent isn't very strong, so it's not worth mentioning."

This is Lynch's true feeling. Although Sekulic and Gajic are very famous, after fighting with them, Lynch really didn't think they were that powerful.

Just very average.

"Good job, son. You're so good in your first game after returning from injury. That's why I always say, it's always a good idea to drink more milk and less Coke. Do you know why Darko Milicic is so popular in the United States?"

"Well, isn't it because Serbia also provides him with free milk?"

"Wrong, because his mother bought a black and white dairy cow and raised it at home. The cow's only job was to produce milk, which was then carefully boiled and fed into Darko Milicic's stomach. (True story)

I was thinking, should I get one too? Then, next time you can block 10 shots in a single game."

Lynch:
"Okay, Mom. There will be a lot more data like this in the future. By then, all the cows in Serbia won't be enough for you to milk. Go home. I want to sleep."

After returning home and lying on the bed in his room, Lynch opened the system interface.

After today's game, a new prompt appeared in front of his eyes.

[At 30 years old, you finally made your debut in a formal match. Congratulations on completing your first official match and obtaining 2 talent points.]

【The mall system has been unlocked. 】

Lynch was busy with an interview at the time, so he didn't take a close look at what the mall and talent points were.

Now that I have some free time, I can finally see what new things there are.

After opening the mall, Lynch found three items that could be purchased.

[Raises the upper limit of shooting ability to JR. Smith level, cost: 200 talent points.]

[Raises the upper limit of single-player defense awareness to Eric Snow's level. Price: 200 talent points.]

[Raises the upper limit of passing ability to Jason Williams level, cost: 180 talent points.]

It seems that this is a mall that sells potential. After purchasing talents, you can reach the corresponding level through training.

And unsurprisingly, the talent on sale is mostly role players.

But Lynch will definitely not feel disgusted now, as he has tasted the joy of having all the strengths of a role player.

The emergence of this shopping mall means that Lynch’s future development direction is very diversified, and his potential is almost unlimited.

God is fair most of the time. He sets up talent barriers for every player to prevent perfect players from emerging.

Most players have their own shortcomings in talent, and these shortcomings are almost insurmountable throughout the player's career.

You didn't really think Shaquille O'Neal never practiced his free throws, did you? But his ceiling is as short as O'Neal's. No matter how hard he practices, fans will never see the day when Shaquille O'Neal shoots 70% of his free throws in a single season.

Dwyane Wade has never been a top jump shooter in his entire life, Andrew Wiggins's ability to combine with the ball has destined him to never become Kawhi Leonard, and Dwight Howard has been a "high-level blue-collar worker" all his life.

The Admiral had all the qualities to be a perfect player, but God took away his brave heart.

Only Michael Jordan broke through the firewall set by God, but there is only one such person in history.

Now the existence of this mall is equivalent to directly smashing God's scales, giving Lynch the opportunity to use "talent points" to break through barriers.

But these things are so expensive!

Assuming there are only 2 talent points per game, Lynch would need to play 90 games even if he buys the cheapest white chocolate pass.

Unless there are any quests that can earn talent points, it's too difficult to complete.

Looking at the eye-catching price and the glaring "Remaining points 2" in the upper right corner of the interface, Lynch was angry.

If you don’t want to give a reward, you can just say so!

Since he couldn’t buy anything now, Lynch closed the system interface.

Another prompt appears when you can close it.

[Note: Products are refreshed every three months. Don't miss out on something you're interested in, and consider carefully.] Oh, it's like a Rolls-Royce dealership asking a passing delivery guy, "Sir, are you sure you won't consider this car again? It might be sold out in three months."

Consider? This is not something we should consider!
At present, the mall is of little use to Lynch. His primary goal is to fully develop the potential given by the Moses Malone template, then gain weight and improve his post-up offense.

When Lynch got up the next day, breakfast was already laid out on the table as usual, along with a large cup of steaming milk.

Wu Lan had to rush out early every morning to buy ingredients for the restaurant, so she was often already out when Lin Qi got up.

The only thing he could see every morning was the breakfast left by Wu Lan.

But today, in addition to breakfast and milk, there was also a note on the table.

"Don't worry about whether your opponent is weak or not. Good stats are good stats. Be happy and keep going!"

On the other side, Wu Lan was preparing for the busy day ahead in the store after purchasing ingredients.

At this moment, a burly man with gray hair and a dark jacket walked into the store.

The Patek Philippe on his wrist reflected a cold light. After choosing the most conspicuous seat to sit down, he deliberately flicked the dust off his Italian handmade leather shoes.

Wu Lan immediately stood up and greeted: "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"A bowl of beef noodles, no chopped green onions." The tone was arrogant and cold.

"Ok."

After the man finished ordering, he called out to Wu Lan, "Are you Lin Qi's mother?"

"Yes, sir, you are?"

"Hello, ma'am. My name is Misko Raznatovic. You should have heard of my name." The godfather-level agent who holds the lifeline of European basketball handed over the gold-plated business card with his fingers.

After watching Lynch's game video yesterday, he rushed to Serbia overnight.

He was sure that Lynch was someone who could not be missed.

After handing over the business card, Misko raised his neck proudly, waiting for the woman in front of him to tremble with tears and look at him with admiration.

He has seen too many such admiring looks.

As the most influential basketball agent in Europe, no mother could remain calm when meeting him, because the children he favored eventually became rich and changed their lives through basketball.

His appearance was like a visitation from God to most families.

There are many people like him in North America.

But in Europe, agents like him who have close ties with the NBA are rare, and he can be said to have absolute power.

Indeed, Misko's influence is not limited to Europe. Among the European players currently playing in the NBA, about 90% are his clients.

Many years later, he would send a fat man abandoned by Barcelona to the NBA, completely changing the landscape of the NBA. That fat man was called Nikola Jokic.

Of course, that's all for later.

In short, in front of an ordinary woman, a successful man like Misko has the capital to be proud.

Wu Lan indeed laughed after looking at the business card, but her answer made Misko's mouth twitch.

"Uh, sorry sir, I haven't heard of it."

Mixco:
"Well, ma'am, I'm a fairly well-known professional basketball agent. Your son's performance last night was simply amazing. If you'll allow me, I'd like to speak with him in person."

"An impressive performance? Hahahaha, not that great. His opponent last night was very weak and not worth mentioning."

This was the second time Wu Lan shocked Mixco today.

The starting center and starting guard of the Serbian U18 national team. Are they weak?!

What kind of family is this!

Wu Lan blinked in confusion, not knowing why the man named Misco looked so surprised.

Lynch did say yesterday that his opponent was weak, otherwise how could he grab 18 rebounds and block 8 shots?
Misko Raznatovic realized that this lady and her son might not be simple!
They turned a blind eye to Europe's top agents and showed disdain for Serbian U18 players.

Maybe some more famous agents from the United States have contacted them, and he has to compete with those guys from North America!

Yes, with Lynch's talent, only a stupid agent would remain indifferent.

Look at Yao Ming's commercial value. Although he has never played a minute in the NBA regular season, he is already one of the most famous players with the greatest commercial potential on the planet.

In today's world, who would want to miss out on a Chinese player?
In Misko's heart, his and Wu Lan's positions were reversed.

He no longer held his head high and hid his Patek Philippe watch in his sleeve.

"Madam," Misko Raznatovich stood up and bowed slightly.

“I know I may not be the most famous person who comes to see you, but please believe me, if you and Lynch need any help, I will be the first one to arrive.

If you encounter any difficulties, you can call me at the number on the business card at any time of the day, 24 hours a day. Perhaps the day you need my help will never come, but I hope you will remember that I am your loyal friend.

Of course, if you could agree to let Lynch meet with me, I would be very, very grateful! ”

After saying that, Misco sat down and started eating beef noodles. After taking a bite, he exclaimed: "Holy Mary, this is a Michelin three-star delicacy!"

Wu Lan:.
"Sir, please recover quickly. I still think your previous rebellious behavior was more normal."

After eating the noodles, Misko bowed politely again and left.

Wu Lan looked at the burly man walking away and the exquisite business card in his hand with a puzzled look on his face.

is that a lie?

Isn't it just a victory over an insignificant opponent? Why would a basketball agent come knocking on my door?

At this time, a group of fans holding newspapers and wearing FMP jerseys walked to the door of the restaurant.

"Look, here it is!"

"Yes, the newspaper said this is the Lynch family's restaurant!"

"Let's go, guys! You are not allowed to leave until each person spends 1000 Yugoslavian dinars (about 150 RMB). Support our genius with your actions!"

They rushed into the restaurant and started ordering food. Wu Lan didn't know what was going on.

Both agents and fans come to consume.

Didn't Lynch defeat an insignificant opponent?!

Wu Lan, who was puzzled, glanced at the newspapers brought by the fans, and his eyes suddenly widened.

You little bastard, you called the U18 national team players worthless?!
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21 points, 18 rebounds, and 8 blocks, destroying the U18 national team's inside defense! Lynch is Belgrade's next basketball superstar! - Belgrade Courier.

Last night, two of Serbia's U18 national team's championship starters were ruined by a number 10. — Belgrade Sports Daily.

Yes, just like you heard, I voluntarily gave up the number 10. You know, Lynch is my brother, so it's okay for us to give up our number. — Luka Modrić in an interview with Belgrade Front News.

In Lynch and Milos Teodosic, the FMP youth team may have produced two NBA-caliber players at once. But until then, let's speculate how long it will take for them to reach the senior ranks. — Belgrade Evening News

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(End of this chapter)