Early in the morning, Zhang Hao was woken up.
In a groggy state, Zhang Hao heard someone calling him "father."
He thought he was dreaming, but as he gradually woke up, he realized it wasn't a dream. Opening his eyes, he saw a white little cherub... no wait, a very fair-skinned black curly-haired little cherub was pushing him, while seemingly calling him "Daddy."
Zhang Hao's mind went blank, did he time travel again? This time without any memories?
At this moment, Zhang Hao saw his own hand, it wasn't black-skinned...
Looking around, it was his apartment's living room, he was lying on the sofa, and the one calling "Daddy" was Little Curry, whom he had just met yesterday.
This made Zhang Hao even more confused...
"What's going on? Didn't Old Curry just lose one scoring competition to me during the preseason? Why did his son become my son? Are people these days playing this wild? They lose one game and give away their son... Wait!
What was he calling me? Godfather?
Godfather?"
