Leveling with the Regressor in Apocalypse - Chapter 1 - - Batch 2375

After the 25th failed blind date, Chen Ji learned from the pain and decided to take the initiative to find a blind date on a public account in the same city.

The official account is very powerful, and I recommended four girls to him:

The first one, female, human, 28 years old, doctor, lived in the apocalypse four months after the sun went out.

The second one, the Nine Realms Human Race, the Empress of Destiny, fell asleep for 100,000 years after being invincible.

The third one, the daughter of the sheriff, is an ancient lady who is good at embroidery and loves poetry. She claims to have written a sequel to “Dream of Red Mansions”.

The fourth one, the descendant of the god, the saint of light, exudes a black aura all over her body, her limbs are twisted, and she is locked at the bottom of the church to pray devoutly.

At first, Chen Ji thought they were playing role-playing, but he didn’t realize until later——

“No, are you all real?”

“How does this allow me to meet you on a blind date?”

“I just had a blind date, how did I save the world?”

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Bird and Magic represent an era when professional basketball became popular in the country of basketball, they made basketball so beautiful for the Flying Man, OK Dominance, James, Durant, Curry and more Foundation. Let all of them become billionaires with their own business empires and high social status. But if you go back 40 years, this is simply unimaginable.

The league is not popular, and the first man today is a crazy racist;

Bob Cousy’s perfect heir suffers from teammates’ jealousy and alcohol;

Has the most elegant pick basket in history, but also has the most incomprehensible personality in history;

There is a chance to be Michael Jordan, but his chaotic private life keeps him out of all possibilities;

The great white hope fell after the knee exploded;

Hongdo and Dr.J are unique idols, but one of them won too much and talked too little, and the other won too little and talked too much.

The slump of the 1970s continued. Violent conflicts, drug abuse, too many black people, excessive player salaries, and countless problems pushed this future worth tens of billions of dollars into a precarious situation.

Crisis is like a synonym for opportunity. The more sinister the situation, the more outstanding people will rise.

Let’s see how that guy from the future becomes the most special member in this era of shining stars.

He knew very well that when he won everything, everything was over.

The rest, only noise.

PS: If you are a fan of opening your mouth to save the NBA, this book may surprise you

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Scream out.Awake and pour out the grudge left in you onto me.Then, I shall save you.