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Benchwarmer’s system:Rising through Global Hoops

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He’s the gym’s water boy—stuck mopping floors while the team laughs. Until a system blasts into his mind: [Omnipotent Superstar System bound. LeBron James Template (7% Compatibility)] “One lucky steal won’t make you a player.” Li Tao sneers. But 10 minutes on court, 7 points, 3 rebounds, and a buzzer-beater later… The #23 jersey lands in his hands. U19 World Championship trials? Check. Facing 6’8” Davis, who mocks, “Go back to math class”? Lin Mo swipes the ball, crosses him up, and drains the winner. “Maybe study your film next time.” System pings: [Clutch Shooting unlocked. Global rank: #52,109 → rising] From mopping sweat to dominating ESPN highlights. From 4000-word rookie to LeBron’s text: “Impressive.” This water boy’s system doesn’t just hand out contracts—it hands out legends. “12 spots on the national team? I’m taking #1.” The court’s his now. Bet against him at your own risk.
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Chapter 1 - The System That Shocked the Court

The gym's humid air reeked of sweat. Lin Mo

clutched a mop, his frayed #66 jersey marking him as Global University's "water

boy"—a title the team mocked daily.

 

"Lin Mo! Move faster!" Li Tao, the 6'4"

star guard, hurled his water bottle. It shattered at Lin Mo's feet, ice water

soaking his sneakers. "Still dreaming of playing? Last week, I crossed you so

hard, you face-planted on the baseline."

 

Laughter erupted. Lin Mo bent to clean up,

his 6'2" frame trembling—not from shame, but rage. Three years on the team, and

he'd never touched the court in a real game.

 

Then Li Tao's shoe connected with Lin Mo's

knee.

 

He stumbled forward, forehead cracking

against the backboard's rim with a thud.

 

[SYSTEM ACTIVATED: Host's survival instinct

detected…]

[Omnipotent Superstar System initializing…

100% complete.]

[Template: LeBron James (Compatibility:

1%).]

[NEWBIE QUEST: Stop 1 shot in 30 minutes.

Reward: Compatibility 1.5%, Strength +3.]

 

Stars burst behind Lin Mo's eyes. A faint

blue glow flickered in his vision—stats hovering like a HUD:

 

Strength: 58(vs. Li

Tao's 65)

Speed: 52(trailing

by 10)

 

[Hidden Buff: "Unbroken Will" — Defense +10

for 10 mins.]

 

"Staring at me like you want a fight?" Li

Tao's fist swung.

 

Coach Zhang's whistle sliced the air. "Li

Tao! Back to drills! Lin Mo, finish cleaning."

 

As Lin Mo knelt, Li Tao spat: "Trash

belongs in the dumpster."

 

But Lin Mo's gaze locked on the court—Li

Tao dribbling toward the hoop, a lazy crossover exactly like last week's

humiliation.

 

Now or never.

 

Lin Mo hurled the mop aside, sprinting in.

 

Li Tao sneered, shifting left—right into

Lin Mo's shoulder.

 

Boom!

 

The ball rocketed loose. Lin Mo snatched it

midair, heart hammering.

 

Silence.

 

Li Tao's face purpled. "You did that on

purpose!"

 

Coach Zhang's jaw dropped. "How… did you

time that?"

 

Lin Mo met his stare, the ball clutched

tight.

 

"I want to play, Coach."