Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng, along with Sarah and McKenna, followed the flow of people and lined up to enter.

Madison Square Garden truly lives up to its reputation as a basketball mecca; the arena was packed with people, with every seat filled.

The Knicks in blue and orange, the Cavaliers in burgundy, and some fans wearing retro Jordan and Kobe jerseys were mixed in.

American Express's Black Card service was indeed excellent; the seat they gave me was quite good, fifth row, just diagonally behind the technical desk.

From this position, you can clearly see every expression on the players' faces and even hear the coach's tactics.

Lin Feng, a man of Chinese descent, was flanked by two elegant blonde women with blue eyes; the combination was truly eye-catching.

From the moment I entered, I was constantly being stared at – some with envy, some with curiosity, and some with a sour look.

The foreigner's jealous expression was impossible to hide.

Both women were dressed casually and were not wearing any jerseys.

Sarah's blonde hair was loose, and her makeup was exquisite.

McKenna, on the other hand, wore a denim jacket with skinny jeans, a typical Texas style.

The two sat on either side of Lin Feng, one elegant and intellectual, the other dashing and heroic, each with a completely different charm.

The atmosphere was lively, but Lin Feng really didn't recognize any of the players on the field. After looking at them for a long time, he became completely face-blind and still didn't recognize a single one.

Without domestic players like Yao Ming or any familiar stars, Lin Feng felt no connection to the game.

The three of them were eating popcorn and drinking Coca-Cola.

They would occasionally huddle together and laugh, a scene that was incredibly irritating to those around them.

Not long after the match started, McKenna couldn't help but complain, "This thing is not as good as watching bullfighting."

The moment the bull charges, your heart races—that's what you call thrilling.

Sarah rolled her eyes, looking disgusted: "Texas women are really backward in their thinking."

The NBA is a team-based game, much more exciting than individual play.

Besides, aren't your Houston Rockets from Texas quite famous too?

McKenna shrugged: "I can't be bothered with you."

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The problem is, this thing isn't exciting at all. A bunch of people running around, and they only score one goal every so long. It makes me sleepy.

"We really have absolutely nothing in common."

Sarah ignored her and turned to Lin Feng, her eyes sparkling. "Honey, can you play basketball?"

Lin Feng casually replied, "Of course."

This thing, I dare say it's number one, nobody dares to say it's number two.

"Honey, you're amazing!" Sarah exclaimed, her face full of admiration. "I believe in you!"

The people sitting in front of Lin Feng couldn't hold back any longer and turned around to look at him with dissatisfaction.

That's some incredibly boastful talk.

When he saw that Lin Feng had made Sarah laugh so hard with just one sentence, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

A yellow-skinned man with two beautiful, fair-skinned women – this combination alone is enough to make anyone hateful.

At first, they thought it was a classmate.

But now, hearing Lin Feng's words, the sense of imbalance in his heart became even more pronounced.

That's complete bragging.

The thought that this guy could gain a beautiful woman's trust by bragging made a white man in the front row turn around, his tone sarcastic:

"Kid, any NBA player sitting on the bench here could beat you to your knees and beg for mercy."

This is the world's top basketball tournament, can you stop bragging?

A thin man wearing glasses next to him chimed in, "That's right, there's a limit to bragging."

Clearly, the people around him were very unhappy with Lin Feng's boasting.

Some even looked at Sarah with disdain, thinking that she had no shame for money, and that an Asian woman dared to claim to be number one, and that she actually believed it.

Jordan isn't dead yet.

Seeing the envious, jealous, and hateful looks in these people's eyes, Lin Feng was not angry at all; on the contrary, he felt secretly pleased.

It feels so damn good to be envied.

He chuckled, grabbed McKenna and Sarah, one in each arm, and kissed them on the cheeks.

Pop! Pop!

The sound was quite loud.

If the looks from those around him could kill, Lin Feng would have been riddled with holes long ago.

But when they noticed Lin Feng's designer clothes, the Richard Miller watch on his wrist gleaming under the lights, and his bespoke suit...

The disdain in his eyes gradually turned into envy and jealousy.

In the capitalist world of America, money talks.

No matter how dissatisfied they are, they can only keep it to themselves.

Even if you go to court, it all comes down to who has more money and who can afford to wait it out.

Lin Feng could afford to waste a year, but they didn't have the money or time to do that.

If I stay in this job for two months, I'll be unemployed and starving.

Then the music started playing, and the cheerleaders began to dance.

A dozen hot blonde beauties rushed into the venue, swaying their hips, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

The crowd's attention was drawn to that, which is why they refrained from continuing to cause trouble.

With a whistle, the game began.

The pace was fast, with back-and-forth exchanges.

But Lin Feng got bored watching it for a while, and his eyelids started to droop.

Without a sense of immersion, the competition wasn't very interesting to him, since Lin Feng had little interest in sports in general.

Besides, murder, arson, digging up corpses and graves, double-crossing drug lords—aren't all of these more exciting than watching a football game?

In his eyes, this level of confrontation was no different from playing house.

Soon, it was time for halftime.

Several spotlights began sweeping across the field.

The big screen begins to play footage of the stands—a traditional NBA segment, the "kissing game" during halftime.

The camera randomly captures viewers, and the couples captured on camera are required to kiss in front of the lens, with the footage projected onto a large screen in real time.

The first shot shows a mascot dressed as a mascot, clearly meant to liven up the atmosphere.

The doll made a big heart shape with its hands towards the camera, which caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

The second shot is of a brother and sister who quickly wave their hands to indicate "we are brother and sister," and the camera quickly moves away.

The third shot—

The camera suddenly shifted and focused on Lin Feng.

The image was delayed for two seconds before Lin Feng's face appeared on the big screen.

All eyes turned to the fifth row.

Lin Feng originally planned to pretend he didn't see it, and lowered his head to pretend to play on his phone.

But the next second, Sarah and McKenna on both sides moved at the same time.

The two of them, one on each side, embraced Lin Feng and kissed him passionately.

"Wow—!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Whistles, screams, and shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

Some people were whistling loudly, while others were taking out their phones and snapping photos like crazy.

The camera remained on the screen for a full ten seconds, showing no sign of moving away.

Sarah cupped Lin Feng's face in her hands and gave him a deep kiss.

For a full three seconds, they separated, a hint of smugness still lingering on their lips.

Immediately afterwards, McKenna, not to be outdone, cupped Lin Feng's face and gave him a deep kiss.

She was wilder than Sarah; after kissing her, she even gave Sarah the middle finger.

The entire stadium erupted in deafening screams once again.

"OHHHHHHH——!"