The "Victim" Act Ends Here

Time flew by like a galloping white colt. When the slender hand of the clock leisurely pointed to 12, 2012 silently waved goodbye, and a brand-new 2013 arrived with light, graceful steps!

"Another year has passed! Time really flies." Goodwin could not help but sigh.

Counting on his fingers, he had already spent a long eleven years since coming here.

Over those years, he had gained so much—far too much to count.

First, he had won the NCAA championship. Then he had successfully entered the hallowed halls of the NBA, scoring his first NBA points, recording his first assist, making his first field goal, grabbing his first steal, blocking his first shot... There had been countless such "firsts"!

At the same time, he had met the love of his life—Anne Hathaway—and joined hands with her in marriage. Together, they had welcomed two innocent, adorable little daughters, and of course, there was also the unborn little life growing peacefully in its mother's womb.

It could be said that he already had too much. Deep down, his heart had long been filled with happiness and contentment.

By now, the only things driving him to keep battling on NBA courts were his desire to claim more championship trophies than the God of Basketball, Michael Jordan, and his reluctance to leave behind the loyal fans who had supported him unwaveringly from beginning to end.

Perhaps in some future season, he would suddenly announce his retirement without warning—then turn away in glorious fashion, covered in honor!

After all, he could not keep occupying this spot forever. Otherwise, how would the younger generation get their chance to shine? Right?

If President David knew what Goodwin was thinking, he would probably burst into tears!

After all, President David's "feelings" for Goodwin were no less intense than those