I fell in love with Toutiao and became the GOAT.

"Although you grabbed 11 rebounds in an 8-minute practice game, what I need isn't just a pure rebounder. I don't know if you understand..."

This statement can be considered a criticism, and Mark Jackson's facial expression was serious.

Lin Bei frowned slightly; he felt this wasn't his problem.

This Warriors team doesn't have a tactical system that allows a center to facilitate play. As a center, he can only stand under the basket. Besides rebounding, what else can he do?

"Of course, this isn't just your problem. The team's offensive system isn't perfect, so there's really no room for you to perform."

Lin Bei: "..."

Mark Jackson patted Lin Bei on the shoulder: "Next, I'll give you some freedom on offense. You can occasionally pull up to the top of the key, do some pick-and-rolls, or catch the ball and shoot a three-pointer."

Is this what they call slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat?

Lin Bei felt a little helpless, but this sweet date was indeed very sweet to him.

"Freedom of attack? Well, that's when I'll get going."

Lin Bei is worried about switching to center, as his three-point talent cannot be displayed.

Mark Jackson's adjustment was a timely and much-needed boost.

"Can I do it too, Coach?"

A rough, muffled voice rang out, and Lin Bei and Mark Jackson turned their heads at the same time to see the honest-looking Apai Udoh.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, while Mark Jackson rolled his eyes: "Just stay out of it."

After training that day, Little Potato drove Lin Bei to move his luggage from the hotel to his newly rented apartment.

After settling the luggage, Little Potato took out his phone.

"Yesterday you slept on the sofa, you posted a tweet, and I posted one too. How about we see who gets more comments?"

Lin Bei also took out his phone: "Sure, let's have a competition."

Yesterday, he looked at Little Potato's Twitter page. Little Potato only has more than 2 followers, while he has seven or eight times that number.

Based on fan base, Little Potato is no match for him.

He opened his account, and the first tweet at the top was his earlier conceding defeat to Curry, which had about a hundred comments.

These hundred or so comments include both haters and supporters.

Whether you're a hater or a supporter, anyone who comments on this pointless tweet must be a die-hard fan.

The second tweet he scrolled down to was about sleeping on the sofa at Little Potato's house, and it already had over a thousand comments, which surprised Lin Bei.

Before Lin Bei could even show it, Little Potato proudly displayed his phone: "There are over 500 comments here."

His expression was as if he had already won.

Lin Bei carefully read the tweet and finally understood where Little Potato's confidence came from.

The caption was simple: "Look, this guy is drooling in his sleep," accompanied by a picture.

A small potato peeking out, and Lin Bei fast asleep.

Lin Bei's face immediately turned red, and he raised his hand to press down on Little Potato: "You son of a bitch, Nate, do you want to die...?"

Little Potato was beaten until he was swollen like a potato. Lin Bei felt relieved and then showed his tweet with more than a thousand comments.

"I won."

Little Potato stared wide-eyed: "That's impossible."

Lin Bei: "Nothing is impossible."

In fact, Lin Bei had already figured out why his ordinary tweet had gone viral.

Bleacher Report reposted Lin Bei's tweet and even gave it a prominent spot on the front page.

Lin Bei: "This makes the headlines? This Bleacher Report truly lives up to its reputation as the NBA's Sun."

……

The following day, there was another training match.

Lin Bei's opponent is still Ai Pai Youdu.

But his team has changed; he used to be on the reserve team, but now he's a starter.

Yudu was very unhappy; he felt he had been treated differently.

"Why can this guy go beyond the three-point line, but I can't?"

In the first offensive possession of the training match, Udoh deliberately circled around the top of the key to block for Spud.

Lin Bei didn't go out with him because he was a center and had to protect the rim.

As a result, Little Potato drove past and pulled up for a jump shot, but it missed with a thud.

Lin Bei easily took the backboard.

On the sidelines, Mark Jackson was clearly annoyed: "Fuck, Al-Pai, what are you doing? Do I need you to go out and set screens?"

Yudu shrugged; it wasn't him who missed the shot.

Mark Jackson understood and angrily retorted, "You've completely given up on the rebound."

Lin Bei wanted to say: Even if he doesn't give up, he can't beat me.

However, when Lin Bei turned around, his performance at the top of the arc was also mediocre.

His screen for Monta Ellis was of poor quality; Monta drove past him, rushed to the basket for a layup but missed, and Udoh grabbed the rebound.

After several attempts, Lin Bei felt that it wasn't his problem, but rather the team's problem.

Although his screens were of average quality, it was his teammates who missed the shots, not him.

As for losing the right to contest for rebounds, it's different for him; he has Mark Jackson's permission.

Yudu was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Because Lin Bei returned to the basket and dominated him on the rebound.

After training, Lin Bei hitched a ride home with Little Potato.

On the way, he asked Nate, "Nate, do you think if I keep playing like this, I'll get a starting spot in my debut?"

Little Potato: "Of course, that kid Ai Pai is nowhere near as good as you. There's only one possibility that you're not starting..."

Lin Bei: "What?"

"Mark has lost his mind."

The little potatoes are big and carefree, showing no signs of wariness whatsoever.

Lin Bei suddenly fell silent. He sensed something was wrong and turned his head to see that Lin Bei had taken out a small voice recorder.

"That's all recorded. Remember to pass me the ball more often in the actual match, otherwise..."

Little Potato: "Fk, you're such a dog!"

……

The training for the next few days consisted of constant repetition.

Time flies, and soon it was time for the opening game of the new season.

After several days of training, Lin Bei has confirmed that he will at least be able to play in the opening game, but whether he will start is still uncertain.

"It's enough to be on the field; some people can't even get a chance to play..."

That night, Lin Bei lay in bed, his mind filled with thoughts.

He finally couldn't resist, picked up his phone, and flipped it back to the previous screen.

The last time I went back was when he had just arrived in Auckland.

That time, he was just like Boss Jia, with domestic fans all waiting for him to return to China.

By now, domestic fans have already learned that he has joined the Warriors.

"The Bay Area has the largest Chinese population, and signing the deal with the fraudsters in the north is most likely for ticket sales."

Lin Bei shook his head. In fact, when he joined the Warriors, the season tickets for the Warriors' home arena, Oracle Arena, were almost sold out.

"Rumor has it the Warriors gave Lin a half-guaranteed contract, so... see you in three months, Yuan Shen!"

Three months later?

It's December now, but Yuan Shenjian might be able to see it in eight or nine months. Lin Bei is referring to the NBA China Games.

Fans also noticed his Twitter account.

"Winning a three-point contest against Curry? I just can't believe it!"

"I told you it was fake, Curry won it back the next day."

"To be honest, Da Linzi is really good at dealing with his teammates, much better than Lian Mei."

"I think it's because Spud Potato is too enthusiastic. Remember when he dunked on Shaq over the Celtics last season?"

"..."

It's quite lively, but the most lively post is this one—

"The betting market is open! On December 25th, the Warriors will host the Clippers. Will Lin Zi be able to play?"

This forum has its own forum currency, which can be used for betting.

In this betting market, the odds for Lin Bei to play versus not play are already 1 to 108.

Lin Bei glanced at his account; he also had over 100 forum coins.

He bet everything he could play, and the odds didn't change at all.

"How little faith do they have in me...?"