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Chapter eight hundred and thirteenth my game(1/2)

Since I just got this system, the so-called six-dimensional capability module has always been only five-dimensional.

The sixth-dimensional [Mental Ability] has never had open tasks.

However, the ability value inside can also be improved in other tasks.

For example, in the first three-pointer task, Li Liang's ability to withstand pressure was slightly improved.

This mental ability is like a small dessert after a meal, and it will be rewarded occasionally.

After the reward, Li Liang could not detect any effect.

The key ball has not become more accurate - he always uses skills or props, all of them are accurate.

The heart has not become bigger, his heart is already strong enough, the legendary mentality is too healthy and lacks people beaten by society.

In the past four years of career, critical moments and important competitions have never disappointed.

So Li Liang has never paid much attention to this dimension, and it has no impact on the real game anyway.

Li Liang didn't care much about the above values. He felt that he was not correct at all when he resisted stress and his ability at critical moments.

His ability value is only 15 points at the critical moment? What are you kidding?

Even without the bonus of props and skills, Li Liang is still very stable and terrifying at critical moments.

In the recent epsn vote on "Who are you willing to hand over the ball to at critical moments", Li Liang even overwhelmed Michael Jordan and became the most trusted key goal shooter in the eyes of fans.

However, the system son is still very trustworthy.

This project suddenly started, it must have its meaning.

Li Liang thought about it and chose the [mental ability] dimension.

Then there was no small item for him to choose from, but he went directly into the task space.

It was pitch black around it, and after a long time, there was no reaction.

"Damn it, it's stuck?"

Just as I was worried that I would be locked inside and couldn't get out, the surroundings finally lit up.

He found himself sleeping in a bed in a loft.

"Damn, why are there still beds? What is this task?" Li Liang was shocked and hurriedly touched his body. Everything was normal.

He was wearing a vest and shorts and probably got up from the bed after a night.

Is there a bed next to my bed, and I have a roommate?

But this place doesn't look like a dormitory either.

There are no subtitles in front of me, and the system does not assign tasks to itself.

Has it not triggered yet?

"There won't be a bug in the system?"

There was a bug in the system before, and he gave him an opportunity to experience the all-round king.

"No matter what, let's see what's going on."

When Li Liang heard something seemed to be moving downstairs, he got up from the bed and saw clothes on the chairs, so he put them on the stairs.

This dress feels a bit old-fashioned, like it was worn by my dad's generation.

When I got downstairs, Li Liang found that it seemed like a restaurant.

Why does this arrangement feel a little familiar?

Li Liang was still stunned. What the hell is this system? Why don’t you post a task to me?

Why did you bring me to a restaurant and let me be the head of a Chinese primary school?

"Get up, Guoyang? Come down and have breakfast." A voice came from my ears.

Li Liang turned around and saw a middle-aged man talking to him. What did he call him, Guoyang?

This name is very familiar... and the middle-aged man's face is also very familiar.

Li Liang suddenly thought of something, Dongdongdong ran out of the restaurant, and when he opened the door, a noisy sound came from outside.

One street, a Chinese-style street, is Chinatown!

Turning back to the restaurant's signature, the Chinese characters, "Gan Family Restaurant!"

"Damn, why did I come to my cousin's house?"

Li Liang was extremely surprised. He remembered that this restaurant was in Chinatown, San Francisco, where he was running a restaurant in Gan Guoyang, and the Gan Family Restaurant.

Every time he goes to Auckland to compete, Li Liang will take time to come here for a walk.

Li Liang was deeply impressed by this cousin who was taller than him.

Every time I see him, Li Liang will have an idea in his heart, "It's a pity that my cousin doesn't play basketball."

That body, demeanor, and big hands feel like a basketball master.

But the two of them communicated several times, and the cousin always said that he likes basketball very much, but unfortunately he doesn't have that talent.

When he was in high school, the coach asked him to try out, but unfortunately he failed.

Later, he focused on studying. Later, because it was difficult for Chinese to find a job in the United States and his younger brother was unwilling to be a chef, he had to inherit the family business.

Li Liang thought to himself that if he had no system help, he would probably have to go back and sell tractors like his cousin.

What is the situation now and why did the system send me here?

At this time, the middle-aged man chased him out and said, "Guoyang, what's wrong with you? Why are you running out?"

Li Liang knew that this was his cousin, Gong Yan and a kind old man with superb cooking skills.

It is also the treasure of the Ganjia Restaurant. Anyway, every time Li Liang goes to the Ganjia Restaurant for dinner, he has to cook a few specialties himself when he is retired.

"Oh...no, nothing, I'm a little confused. I was confused yesterday." Li Liang explained.

"Haha, I haven't gotten used to it when I first arrived in the United States, and I haven't adjusted it yet, right? Come in and have breakfast."

So Li Liang went into the store to have breakfast together.

In addition to Gan Youyoufu, there is also her cousin Gan Bingguang and her cousin Gan Youtang.

Li Liang had never met Gan Bingguang, and he died in the 1990s.

When he thought of the times, Li Liang hurriedly asked Gan Youwei, "Call...Dad, what day is today?"

"You guys, today is the 29th... Oh, no, now we should use American time or American Pacific time, June 28th."

"How many years?" Li Liang asked again.

"Oh, you're so confused, 1981!"

When Li Liang heard this, he said, 1981? Oh, it didn’t seem too early.

If someone else wears it until 30 years ago, you will definitely be surprised.

But Li Liang is different. This guy is knowledgeable and has gone to more time and space.

I went to play in the 1950s, but there was nothing amazing in 1981.

What he is curious about now is, when he comes to this time and space, what tasks will the system assign him?

What does these tasks have to do with your own mental abilities?

Halfway through the meal, a fat man entered the store and shouted "Grandpa, Dad" to Gan Bingguang and Gan Youtang.

He is about 185 tall and is the son of Gan Youtang, the clan brother of Gan Guohui whom Gan Guoyang has never met.

Gan Guohui and Li Liang also greeted him, and Li Liang found that he had a net bag in his hand and a basketball inside.

Basketball has finally something to do with basketball.

Sure enough, after eating a little, Gan Guohui stared at Li Liang with his eyes drippingly, and then said, "Cousin, can you play basketball?"

Li Liang thought to myself, I'm a NBA's VP, would you ask me this question?

"Cough, you know a little bit." Li Liang was still modest.

"Okay, you will play ball with me later and teach that kid Chen Xing a lesson."

Li Liang agreed, but he didn't know who Chen Xing was.

After breakfast, the two went out and walked in San Francisco in 1981.

Li Liang found that there seems to be no difference between this and San Francisco in 2016?

It seems that the development of urban construction for Americans is really slow.

The two chatted all the way to a basketball court in Union Square in San Francisco, where a Chinese boy was waiting.

It is very hidden here, it is a small ball basket, with no trace on the ground, just an open space.

"It's here. There are Lao Hei everywhere. We are so delicious that we usually play here."

As he said that, Gan Guohui threw the ball to his friend, the boy named Chen Xing.
To be continued...
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