After all, once it was decided that Ma Jian would go to the NCAA or the NBA, he was no longer needed. In this situation, today was actually Henry Lincoln’s last day at this job, and for something like this to happen at the end—someone who usually didn’t care about anything except making money was also extremely annoyed.

Of course, at this point, no matter what, there was nothing he could do except be upset. There were simply too many people on this team who wanted to set him up. He couldn’t possibly find out who the culprit was, and even if he could, what would it matter? With his status on the team, it would definitely be swept under the rug in the end. Besides, apart from still feeling a bit dizzy, there didn’t seem to be anything else wrong with him.

So, thinking of this, Henry Lincoln sighed and climbed out of the hospital bed. By now, it was already dark outside the window, and it looked like school had long since let out. Seeing the somewhat empty infirmary around him, Henry Lincoln couldn’t help but shiver a little—the atmosphere felt a bit creepy.

“Hey, you’re awake!”

Just as Henry Lincoln was feeling creeped out in the infirmary and was about to get up and leave, a girl’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind, startling Henry Lincoln once again.

He knew very well that there was absolutely no one else around at this time. The first thing Henry Lincoln thought of was a whole bunch of scenes from horror novels and movies.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not a ghost. Why are you so timid!”

As Henry Lincoln shrank back onto the bed, clutching the blanket and quickly curling up in the corner, nervously glancing around, the girl’s voice sounded again.

“Who—who are you? Where are you?”

Facing the girl’s teasing, Henry Lincoln tried to act calm as he spoke.

“I’m right in your mind!”

A straightforward answer. After the girl replied, Henry Lincoln quickly recalled that when he collapsed on the court, it seemed like something pricked the back of his head. Thinking of this, Henry Lincoln quickly touched the back of his head, only to find that there was no wound at all.

“So you noticed so quickly. That’s right, I entered your body through the back of your head. I’m called the Basketball Legend System, from Earth a hundred years in the future. I’m a special chip for integrated information transformation. I don’t know why I ended up here, but I just detected that your compatibility with me reached 51%, so I entered your body on my own. I’m really sorry, I didn’t want this either. But after I arrived in this time and space, if I can’t quickly replenish bioenergy, I’ll fall into a deep sleep. If I fall asleep at this moment, I’m afraid no one will ever be able to wake me up again. Simply put, I’ll die. So, I’m really sorry!”

As Henry Lincoln tried to process this absurd information, he heard the girl’s slightly embarrassed apology at the end, and was left speechless, not knowing what to say to this muddled integrated information transformation chip.

“By the way, you said you’re some kind of Basketball Legend System chip, and you’re inside my body, but why can’t I feel anything?”

After calming himself a bit, Henry Lincoln asked, still puzzled.

“It’s simple. Just close your eyes and silently think ‘integrated information transformation’ and you’ll be able to sense my presence!”

Following the girl’s instructions, Henry Lincoln closed his eyes. Very soon, what appeared in his mind stunned him once again.

It was a space of about 10 square meters, and in the center of this space floated a naked man. Clearly, the naked man floating in the air was Henry Lincoln himself, because this three-dimensional image was so realistic—it was almost too real to believe.

Standing next to Henry Lincoln’s three-dimensional image was a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen, with a delicate face, fair skin, and big, sparkling eyes, her golden twin ponytails tied behind her head. This girl was definitely the most beautiful Henry Lincoln had ever seen—far surpassing those Hollywood stars.

As Henry Lincoln looked more closely at the girl, her outfit left him dumbfounded.

The girl was wearing nothing but a white shirt, and the shirt didn’t even reach her knees. It was just too tempting.

“Hey, what are you standing there for? And, why did that little worm get hard?”

Seeing the dazed look on Henry Lincoln’s face, and then glancing at the lower part of the three-dimensional image of Henry Lincoln beside her, where the little worm had suddenly turned into a stick, the girl tilted her head in confusion and asked Henry Lincoln.

Snapping out of his daze, Henry Lincoln instinctively turned his head away, not daring to look at the innocent-looking girl any longer.

Damn, innocence is a kind of temptation too—what a little witch.

What made Henry Lincoln even more embarrassed was that when he looked at his own three-dimensional image, the stick standing upright there made him want to crawl into a hole.