So, after drawing the nutrient solution seven times in a row, William Sullivan hesitated a bit.

Should he continue, or...?

"It's already 7, 4396 bless me!"

Of course, the essence of a gambler is...

To whale until death.

"Congratulations, host, you have received an A-level Stephen Curry Shooting Gift Pack!"

A drop?

With his eyes closed, William Sullivan hurriedly checked the description of the prize he had drawn after hearing the system's voice.

"Shooting motion: Depending on the shooting motion equipped by the host, it can increase the host's shot release speed and stability. Some high-quality shooting packs can even increase the host's extra shooting accuracy."

"A-level Stephen Curry Shooting Gift Pack: NBA legendary shooter Stephen Curry's college shooting motion pack. After equipping, increases the host's shot release speed by 15%, and also grants a 20% chance to ignore interference."

"Wait, this thing is only A-level? So that means there are S-level Curry shooting motions, SS-level... and maybe even some insane SSR that you'll never get no matter how hard you try?"

William Sullivan was stunned.

Damn!

Has it really come to the point where even if you have a system, you still have to rely on luck?

After taking another bite of pizza, William Sullivan wondered, "With my looks, I'm obviously handsome from every angle, 360 degrees without a single flaw."

"Congratulations, host, you have received a 5-day nutrient solution package!"

"Congratulations, host, you have received a 3-day nutrient solution package!"

"Congratulations, host..."

Alright then!

After drawing a pile of nutrient solution that could last a total of 56 days, plus the A-level Curry shooting gift pack, William Sullivan felt that this system must be jealous of his good looks.

It must be that.

Yeah...

Yeah!

"Let's equip this shooting motion first!" But William Sullivan wasn't discouraged, because he had found a shortcut to farm brick-throwing points...

So, everyone is born for a reason, and even if all the bricks are gone, they will come back again.

But now, a problem arose...

How could William Sullivan make sure that Kobe Bryant would definitely show up at 4 a.m. tomorrow and be willing to play one-on-one with him?

Emmmmmm.

You might not believe it, but after battling Kobe Bryant for thousands of rounds today, William Sullivan secretly observed the exact location of Kobe Bryant's house in Philadelphia before buying pizza.

If Kobe Bryant doesn't show up at 4 a.m. tomorrow, William Sullivan will definitely go downstairs to his house with a loudspeaker.

As for disturbing the neighbors, or going too far...

I'm a time-traveling fanboy—nothing can stop me from being with Kobe Bryant!

Alright...

Actually, William Sullivan has his reasons for wanting to become friends with Kobe Bryant.

That's because William Sullivan knows that if the news he saw before time-traveling wasn't a hallucination, then as a "Kobe hater"... ahem, "Kobe fan," he absolutely has to find a way to become friends with Kobe Bryant.

In this life, William Sullivan is determined to protect the smile of the little blacksmith on behalf of 8.1 billion Kobe fans!

"Sigh, I'm just too great." Moved by himself, William Sullivan quietly ate another slice of pizza...

...

The next day, 4 a.m.

The sun hadn't risen yet, so naturally William Sullivan couldn't see the Philadelphia sun.

Looking at the empty basketball court, William Sullivan sighed to himself.

"Looks like I'll have to use the loudspeaker..."

Just as William Sullivan was about to act, suddenly, a basketball came flying at him.

Bang—!

"You really are a madman."

Although it's not cold in Philadelphia at the end of May, it's still 4 a.m., so Kobe Bryant, dressed in short sleeves, was shivering a bit...

For a moment, William Sullivan actually felt like crying.

He was touched!

He was really touched!

My cheat... ahem, my idol, he showed up!

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not here to play one-on-one with you, and I won't do that stupid one-on-one with you again. I think you should know by now, you're really not my match..."

As Kobe Bryant was explaining to William Sullivan why he came, suddenly, a sandwich was handed to his mouth.

At that moment, the look in William Sullivan's eyes was simple: stop talking, eat first...

"I made it myself. You probably haven't had breakfast yet, right? Eat up, and then we can play one-on-one." As he spoke, William Sullivan handed Kobe Bryant a bottle of milk.

Although Kobe Bryant's parents had taught him not to eat food from strangers, he couldn't resist his stomach growling...

"Mmm... tastes pretty good, did you really make this yourself?" After eating a sandwich, Kobe Bryant asked, still wanting more.

William Sullivan handed Kobe Bryant two more sandwiches. "Of course I made it myself, eat up, there's plenty more."

Only then did Kobe Bryant notice that William Sullivan's backpack was stuffed full of sandwiches...

Could this guy be the legendary...

Feeder?

...

As the saying goes, it's hard to refuse someone who's fed you, and hard to turn down someone who's given you something.

After breakfast, Kobe Bryant actually forgot that he came this morning to make things clear with William Sullivan, so this guy would stop pestering him...

"Come on, let's start the one-on-one! We still haven't decided the winner!" Looking at Kobe Bryant, William Sullivan felt as excited as if he were looking at stacks and stacks of cash.

"Wa... wait a minute!"