Super Race System Makes Me a Legend

After learning about this, David was lucky for a long time, thinking that this was the blessing of the goddess.

The next morning, just after six o'clock, Lin Cheng's biological clock woke him up.

After two days of rest, the jet lag has been adjusted, and the whole person is full of vigor and blood.

When he was free, Lin Cheng came to the stadium and was ready to observe what he would like to stay in the future.

Inside the stadium, there are busy staff preparing for today's game.

"Hi boy, are you the audience? The game will start in the afternoon, isn't it too early? "

A staff member saw Lin Cheng, put down his work and came over.

"I'm a member of this team and want to come and practice."

Lin Cheng shrugs and smiles.

"What? You say, what do you say? Hey, man, is my ear broken? Or am I out of my mind? I seem to hear an oriental kid say that he is a member of the Laker team

The staff raised their heads in derision and looked at their colleagues.

"Ha ha, yes, I heard that too. Hi, young man, we still have a lot of work to do. We don't have time to waste time with you, and I'm not in the mood to make any international jokes with you. If you want to watch the game, you can come back later in the evening. Now please go out."

Another man politely ordered Lin Cheng to leave.

"The boy is probably mentally ill. What are you doing so politely? Just throw it out!"

The staff who sneered at Lin Cheng before snorted coldly and held out his hand to Lin Cheng, ready to throw Lin Cheng out of the stadium.

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Lin Cheng flashed over the man's hand on his side. At the same time, as fast as lightning, he grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand and lifted it gently. His joints were immediately twisted together.

"Ah, it hurts. It's going to be broken. Quick, quick release!"

On the man's face, a big drop of sweat.

"Hey, hey, hey, man, don't be nervous. He doesn't mean anything. He's just joking. For God's sake, please let him go and leave here after the nunnery. What if nothing happened?"

Seeing the sufferings of his companions, the shorter man quickly pleaded.

"As long as he doesn't mess with me."

Lin Cheng nodded. He didn't want to make trouble. When he heard the man's words, he let go.

"Me, what's wrong with my hand? Why can't I use my strength? "

The tall man looked at his drooping arm in horror.

"Man, this..."

The short man was also confused.

"I just took off his joint. I can take it back. By the way, I almost forgot that you Westerners don't understand this."

Lin Cheng is helpless and grabs at the tall man.

"You, what are you going to do?! I'm not welcome to come here again! "

The tall man has already left a shadow in his heart. Seeing Lin Cheng's outstretched hand, he quickly retreats for fear of being poisoned again.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to get your joints back in."

Lin Cheng can't help crying or laughing. Then, without waiting for a tall man to react, he grabs the man's arm and connects the joint three or two times.

"All right, all right?"

Looking at the recovered arm, the tall man was surprised, and then looked at Lin Cheng with awe: "excuse me, sir. I took the liberty just now. Please forgive me. You can stay as long as you want. This is your freedom."

"I'm really on this team."

Lin Cheng covered his head. How could this not make sense.