NBA: This center is incredibly strong.

Back at his hotel, Chen Yan greeted his coach and teammates, then took the elevator to the floor where the team had arranged a single room for him.

This is the level of prestige expected of the fifth overall pick in the Summer League.

Chen Yan swiped his card to enter the room and rushed to the bathroom, looking down at the bathroom mirror.

The youthful boy in the mirror looked exactly like the one in his previous life, with looks comparable to Daniel Wu, only slightly less handsome than the readers in front of the phone screen.

I'm dressed up as myself in a parallel world?

However, in his previous life, he was only 180cm tall and was born with a terrible life, but this body is definitely a perfect basketball physique, a gift from God.

"Looks like even God didn't want me to be a beast of burden my whole life; now it's my turn to enjoy life!"

Chen Yan nodded in satisfaction, his smile even more pronounced than an AK.

After relieving himself of his physical needs, he returned to his room, collapsed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to sort out the past of the original owner of the body.

The original owner's indelible memories began to surface.

When Chen Yan was 10 years old, the devastating news of his parents' unexpected death struck like a bolt from the blue, shattering what was once a happy family.

Chen Guoqiang, the second uncle who had just established himself as a chef at a Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles' Chinatown, returned to China almost without hesitation to complete all the formalities and then brought him to the United States.

The early years were incredibly difficult, and the family lived a very frugal life.

The turning point came when Chen Yan was in the second year of junior high school.

His height increased dramatically, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, far exceeding that of his peers.

The school basketball coach, as if he had discovered a treasure, earnestly invited him to join the team.

The second uncle was hesitant at first. He hoped that Chen Yan could focus on his studies and find a "respectable" office job in the future, instead of relying on physical labor like him.

But when he saw the light in his nephew's eyes when he touched a basketball for the first time, that long-lost, vibrant spirit of youth, the second uncle fell silent.

"If you like it, then play well." Uncle Er unconditionally chose to support him.

In the days that followed, despite his wife's objections and complaints, his second uncle worked several jobs every day to earn money, all to create a good environment for Chen Yan to play ball and to ensure that he had no worries.

Chen Yan lived up to expectations, quickly rising to fame in the high school league with his explosive physical talent, and helping the team win the state championship in his senior year of high school.

To ease the financial burden on his family, Chen Yan ultimately decided to skip the NCAA and go directly to the NBA draft.

When my second uncle found out, he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep for several days, but in the end, he still chose to support him.

"You're all grown up now, you can choose your own path. Your uncle isn't capable enough to help you much, but no matter what, there will always be food for you at home." These were the words his second uncle said to him on the eve of the talent show, simple and unadorned, yet carrying immense weight.

During the draft, when Stern announced, "Orlando Magic, fifth pick, selects Chen Yan!", the camera panned to the audience, where Uncle Er was wearing an ill-fitting suit that was probably bought at the last minute. He was so excited that tears streamed down his face as he hugged Chen Yan, who was also crying, tightly.

At that moment, all the hardships, efforts, and waiting seemed to have found their answer.

When they arrived in Orlando, my second uncle naturally didn't come with them. He continued to work as the head chef at the Chinese restaurant he remembered, struggling to make a living for his family.

That concludes my recollection.

Chen Yan opened his eyes and recalled his second uncle's increasingly gray hair and unwavering silent care in his memory. A complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart.

It wasn't just the original owner's memories, but also a heavy, deep affection that he had unexpectedly inherited.

He had never met this "second uncle" before, but he clearly felt the unreserved and self-sacrificing protection he received.

"I was all alone in my past life, but now I have a family member who takes such good care of me. It feels pretty good." Chen Yan made up his mind to repay his second uncle.

As soon as he conceived the idea, his body trembled slightly, and his soul seemed to be elevated, as if it had gained the original owner's approval.

"Don't worry, since you're already here, I'll definitely fulfill your wish."

After muttering to himself, Chen Yan sat up, took out his phone, and dialed his agent, Robert Pelinka.

Robert Pelinka was the original player's agent before the draft.

This guy's abilities are indeed not outstanding, but he has one advantage: he is obedient and wholeheartedly follows his employer's instructions.

Chen Yan doesn't want to replace such a useful assistant anytime soon.

After the call connected, before Chen Yan could even speak, Pelinka's excited voice came through the receiver.

"Congratulations, Chen. You've proven yourself. Your dunk over someone at the free-throw line today was incredible; it's a real shame I couldn't be there in person. I'm so glad I made that choice; it's definitely my most successful investment. It's a real pity that with your incredible talent, if you had played another year in college, you would definitely have been a top draft pick..."

"Mr. Robert, thank you for your praise. Enough with the small talk, I need you to complete two tasks," Chen Yan interrupted Pelinka's rambling.

While praise can bring joy, it's still important to get down to business.

"Of course, Chen. Go ahead." Pelinka's voice returned to calm as she focused entirely on her work.

"The first thing is to help me apply to the team's general manager for an advance on part of my salary so that I can use it to buy the restaurant where my second uncle works. After completing the formalities, hand it over directly to him."

Pelinka was stunned for a moment after hearing Chen Yan's first request.

As a veteran who has been in the NBA agent circle for many years, he has seen all kinds of demands made by rookies after they receive their first paycheck.

The vast majority of these purchases are for cars, gold chains, designer bags for girlfriends, and houses for mothers.

But this is the first time I've ever received an advance on my salary to buy a restaurant for my second uncle.

"The second thing is to find me a trainer and a nutritionist." Chen Yan plans to do some specialized training during the off-season.

"OK, I'll get it done for you tomorrow," Pelinka replied without hesitation.

Chen Yan was very satisfied with Pelinka's efficiency.

"Chen, Nike has submitted a quote for your shoe contract." Pelinka quickly reported this after Chen Yan finished his work.

"How much are you offering?" Chen Yan asked curiously.

"160 million over 4 years," Pelinka answered truthfully.

"Damn it! Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!" Chen Yan cursed at the insulting offer, and continued, "Don't worry about it for now, time will tell."

"I understand, Chen." Pelinka also felt that Nike was looking down on him. With Chen Yan's demonstrated talent and the burgeoning Chinese market behind him, his value was immeasurable.

After finishing his work discussion with Pelinka, Chen Yan hung up the phone, went to the shower room to wash up, and then changed into his pajamas to go to bed and rest.