A leisurely life starting in a bar after being reborn

The basketball game tickets were delivered by someone arranged by Yao Ming.

The VIP box has a superb location, directly facing the center of the stadium.

On the day of the game, Fu Yan took Fu Xiao and Chen Shiwen into a private box, while Fu Jianguo and Liu Meilan were arranged in another private box—where Yao Ming's parents were sitting, and they were about the same age as Fu Jianguo and Liu Meilan, chatting happily.

"My son said that Mr. Fu is his friend, so we must take good care of him." Yao Ming's mother smiled and held Liu Meilan's hand.

"Not at all, we should be the ones bothering you." Liu Meilan was flattered.

On the other side, Fu Yan led Fu Xiao and Chen Shiwen into another private room.

"Brother, do you think we'll get to see Kobe?" Fu Xiao's eyes sparkled.

"able."

"Will I be able to see James?"

"able."

"Will I be able to see Wade?"

"able."

"I'll be able to see..."

"We'll know whether you get in or not, why are you being so long-winded?" Fu Yan interrupted her.

-

Before the match, Fu Yan used her financial resources to bridge the gap between the two locker rooms.

On the US team's side, he contacted a friend who worked in the NBA, who in turn contacted other friends, eventually getting in touch with people at USA Basketball. Even though he considered money worthless, he couldn't resist Franklin's allure and obediently let them go.

For the Chinese team, it was even simpler—Yao Ming made one phone call and everything was settled.

The three men swaggered into the US team's locker room.

Kobe Bryant was sitting in front of the closet, tying his shoelaces. Seeing someone come in, he looked up, then nodded to Fu Yan.

"Odin, you've arrived."

"Odin" is Fu Yan's English name. At that time, he was doing very well on Wall Street. He met Kobe at a few gatherings and they were just nodding acquaintances.

"KB, this is my sister, and her friend." Fu Yan patted Fu Xiao on the shoulder.

"Hello, sisters." Kobe stood up and shook hands with Fu Xiao and Chen Shiwen.

"Hello, hello!" Fu Xiao's voice trembled with excitement. "KB, I love watching you play!"

"Thanks."

"Could you give me your autograph?"

"certainly."

Kobe took a poster from the side and signed it. Fu Xiao held the poster like it was a royal decree.

Chen Shiwen also took a photo and mustered up the courage to ask Kobe for an autograph. After Kobe finished signing, he even said "Good luck" to her, and Chen Shiwen blushed immediately.

The three of them went to the Chinese team's locker room.

Yi Jianlian was warming up when he saw Fu Yan come in and took the initiative to come over and greet him.

"Brother Fu!"

"Ah Lian," Fu Yan shook hands with him, "this is my sister Fu Xiao, and her friend Chen Shiwen."

"Hello, both of you sisters." Yi Jianlian smiled broadly.

"Hello, hello!" Fu Xiao exclaimed excitedly again. "Yi Lian! You play basketball so well!"

"Thanks!"

Sun Yue was also nearby. When she saw that it was Fu Yan talking to Yi Jianlian, she came over to say hello.

"Brother Fu, it's been a long time."

"have not seen you for a long time."

Sun Yue also signed autographs and took photos with Fu Xiao and Chen Shiwen.

When the three of them came out of the locker room, they were holding a stack of autographed photos, their eyes shining.

"Brother," Fu Xiao looked at Fu Yan with admiration, "you're amazing!"

"Keep a low profile."

"We can't keep a low profile at all!" Fu Xiao looked at the stack of autographed photos. "Do you know how valuable these autographed photos are? If we were to sell them, they could fetch..."

"Don't even mention selling it, I can't bear the embarrassment!" Fu Yan interrupted her, "You should keep it to appease your students."

"I'll definitely keep it for myself!" Fu Xiao carefully put away the autographed photo. "This is my treasure!"

Chen Shiwen was also smiling beside her, clutching the autographed photo of Kobe and Sun Yue in her hand as if it were a precious treasure.

"By the way, how do you know any men's basketball players?"

"Hey, isn't Yao Ming there? Once when I was treating everyone to dinner, I wanted them to be there..."

-

Before the game started, the three of them returned to their seats and sat down.

The stadium was brightly lit, the stands were packed, and the atmosphere was so lively it was almost explosive.

The American team and the Chinese team are warming up. The players are running and jumping on the field, and the audience is waving national flags and shouting slogans.

Fu Xiao and Chen Shiwen sat in their seats, with a stack of autographed photos in front of them, watching the game while admiring the autographed photos.

"Kobe was so cool playing basketball." Fu Xiao looked at the Kobe poster.

"Yi Jianlian is quite handsome too," Chen Shiwen whispered.

"Sun Yue is also good."

Who is your favorite person?

"I like them all." Chen Shiwen smiled. "I'm just happy to see them."

The two started by talking about the players' skills, but then gradually shifted to their looks. Sigh, women! They can never resist the allure of handsome men.

Fu Yan leaned back in his chair, watching the players warming up on the field.

NBA stars and Chinese national team players—he'd seen plenty of these people back in the US. But today, seeing the excited expressions on the faces of Fu Xiao and Chen Shiwen, he suddenly felt—this trip to the Olympics was worthwhile.

If I remember correctly, the Chinese men's basketball team was at its peak during this Olympics. After that, Yao Ming retired, Wang Zhizhi retired, Zhu De retired... and the team's performance declined steadily. By the time Yi Jianlian retired, the team's performance was on par with that of the men's football team.

……

The final result of the competition was the same as in the previous life.

China lost to the United States 70-101.

After the match, the media unanimously praised the team for its honorable defeat, noting that this game was the closest in score between the two teams in recent years and also the most exciting attacking match.

Sitting in the VIP box, Fu Yan stared at the scoreboard, a blurry image suddenly flashing through his mind—he seemed to remember watching this game in his past life, on TV? Computer? Or mobile phone? The memory was as hazy as a fog, but the number 70 to 101 was as clear as if etched into his brain. Not a single point off, the same trajectory as before. It seemed that he, this "little butterfly," still couldn't change the course of the world.

"What a pity," Chen Shiwen said softly.

"I lost too much," Fu Xiao shook her head. "I only got seventy points."

Fu Yan didn't speak. He looked at the players hugging each other on the field and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Yi Jianlian of the Chinese team had a good performance today, throwing down a putback dunk over the American team's center, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Sun Yue also delivered a powerful block on the defensive end, leaving the American "superstar" completely bewildered. Yao Ming started the game with a three-pointer, and although he was heavily guarded afterward, that shot ignited the passion of the crowd.

He felt as if he had actually seen these scenes before, and had cheered for them all. But seeing them again, he still couldn't contain his excitement.

Since the 08 men's basketball team, there may never be such a sharp offensive and defensive performance again.

"Brother," Fu Xiao leaned closer, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Fu Yan said, coming back to her senses. "I was just thinking about something."

"What is it?"

"Something from...a long time ago."

Fu Xiao glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't ask any more questions.