Transition offense.
"Swish!"
Hamilton used his excellent off-ball movement to get an open shot opportunity and steadily hit the mid-range jumper.
New York Knicks possession.
Su Yan received the ball again at the top of the arc on the right side, one step outside the Three-point Shot line, and Prince still hadn't followed him.
It wasn't that he wasn't defending.
But he genuinely gave him an extra step of space.
Seriously, buddy, giving me this much space? Are you looking down on me that much?!
Overconfidence leads to defeat—check it out.
Su Yan smiled slightly, didn't hesitate at all, and raised his hand for another Three-point Shot arrow!!!
The Censer Peak reflects the sun, producing purple smoke; this Three-point Shot didn't miss the mark.
"Swish!"
Another hit.
"Another one?"
Prince's expression was volatile; he couldn't believe it.
Listen to me say thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm.
Su Yan gave Prince a thankful look, as hitting two Three-point Shots instantly earned him 6,000 * 2 = 12,000 US dollars.
He absolutely had to thank him.
But that look gradually drove Prince mad.
Nearby.
Rodney Stuckey, the team's current second-leading scorer and combo guard, also showed surprise in his eyes: "Weren't those eight Three-point Shots from the last game heavily inflated? Wasn't it mostly luck?!"
Furthermore.
"The coach said he was a vase, so how could he have any fighting capability?"
When Coach John Kuester originally said Su Yan was a vase, Stuckey didn't believe it.
Come on.
This is the NBA.
There aren't any great handsome guys; they're all a bunch of roughnecks, even those who are called handsome, like "Iverson" and "Kobe."
They are only handsome within the NBA sphere; their handsomeness is mostly about their charisma.
If you compared them outside, they'd just be average.
He initially scoffed at Su Yan's looks too.
But after seeing him in person, he realized he was wrong.
The handsome Su Yan was truly stunningly good-looking.
Crucially... his handsomeness wasn't lacking in masculinity; he was profound yet elegant, exuding immense male charm.
It made it hard for him to associate Su Yan with a basketball player.
He even highly doubted whether the Su Yan who hit eight Three-point Shots and had the game-winner against the thunders big three in the previous game was actually this person.
Convinced.
Stuckey couldn't argue with Su Yan's "vase" title.
As for his ball skills, he was still unconvinced, and like Prince, he thought Su Yan's two Three-point Shots were pure luck.
"Hey, Tayshaun!"
Stuckey found Prince, saying, "His outburst in the last game gave him confidence, but he's just a vase; he looks like he has no fighting strength.
"Just watch.
I'll go after him and thoroughly school him, shattering his strange confidence, and then he'll be useless."
"I think that'll work."
Prince agreed with interest, "If it's Rodney, Su Yan is going to be miserable!!!"
Stuckey was the 15th overall pick in 2007, a decent draft position.
He plays as a Shooting Guard, excels at driving through contact, and can also execute pull-up jump shots, making him an offensive player who can drive and shoot.
In his third year, he averaged 16.8 points, 4.2 rebounds, 4.8 assists, 1.5 steals, and 0.3 Blocks per game.
On the Detroit Pistons team.
He is a qualified second star, and lecturing an undrafted rookie seems like a guaranteed win.
"Step!"
As possession switched.
Stuckey indeed found Su Yan at the top of the arc on the left side, sizing him up while dribbling the ball.
What the f*ck... is this the kind of looks an NBA player should have?
If you were a woman, I'd find a way to pin you down.
Damn it!
What the hell am I saying? I'm seriously messed up, having such perverse thoughts about a man.
Stuckey slapped himself to snap out of it.
Su Yan: ???
Wait, buddy, what's the meaning of giving yourself a big slap right away?
Self-harm to lower the opponent's attention?
So ugly he couldn't stand his own face?
Su Yan couldn't quite figure it out, but he couldn't help but mock, "Hey, man, nobody cares about your looks; you don't need to be this self-conscious."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Stuckey snorted, switched hands between his legs, and the moment he took the ball with his right hand, he accelerated and dashed out.
No fancy moves.
Pure strength head-on collision.
Su Yan's dashing, handsome, and refined image instinctively made him feel that Su Yan was weak and frail.
Plus the title of "vase."
So, he should shatter upon contact.
"Bang!"
After one contact, Su Yan symbolically took a step back.
Firstly, he played basketball to earn money, and if he could easily shoot Three-point Shots, he didn't like contact.
Secondly, he wanted to test Stuckey's strength.
After all... if the opponent truly wanted to attack aggressively, he wouldn't back down.
Whether it was a steal, a Blocking, or successfully contesting a shot at the rim, all of them could earn him money.
This meant that serious defense could also earn him cash.
"He has some strength, but not much."
Su Yan smiled confidently, full of charm.
When Stuckey came charging again with a cold expression, Su Yan actively stepped forward to meet him head-on.
Small Forward vs. Shooting Guard.
Under Basic Physical Enhancement, Su Yan's strength was harder than that of an average Small Forward, so he didn't fear Stuckey at all.
Stuckey's renewed burst of strength felt like hitting a wall, and Su Yan didn't move an inch.
WTF?!
He had just knocked Su Yan back moments ago.
Why was he completely still this time, with strength so great it was like a wall was Blocking him?!
Is this really a vase?!
Stuckey was stunned.
He was momentarily dazed, but Su Yan didn't give him any more time to think or be shocked. In the instant he froze.
Su Yan suddenly struck.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless.
Su Yan instantly swatted the basketball out of Stuckey's hands, dashed out again, and secured the steal.
steal +1.
"What a beautiful steal!"
D'Antoni exclaimed on the sidelines, and Assistant Coach Morrison Barton also looked excited, "Su Yan's defense is really good!"
"Yan, over here!"
McGrady took the lead, rushing to the frontcourt first. There was no one ahead of him; this was a perfect fast break opportunity.
"Got it!"
Su Yan didn't hesitate.
He threw a long pass; the power and angle weren't perfect, but fortunately, the pass was easy to catch.
McGrady slowed his pace slightly and received the ball securely.
Challenge the rim one-on-one.
He took three steps and rose up high, like Raising a Torch to the Sky.
"Boom!"
A powerful one-handed slam dunk gave the fans a visual feast.
Su Yan, who has extremely high looks and caused quite a stir in the last game, connected with McGrady, one of the four great shooting guards.
These two New York Knicks players are the most popular.
Their connection instantly ignited the entire arena.
"You little brat, sneaking up on me! You have no martial virtue!"
Stuckey yelled curses at Su Yan.
That was somewhat unreasonable.
Su Yan didn't tolerate it and retorted, "You were distracted while playing, you f*cking... piece of trash."
"Just wait, this time I'm going to smash you, you vase."
Facing off once more.
Stuckey became completely serious, no longer underestimating Su Yan. He needed to score on him at least once before he could show off.
Contact + change of direction + spin + Crossover.
Stuckey pulled out all the stops, shook off Su Yan by half a step, rushed in, and headed straight for the basket.
"I've secured the rebound position, you just worry about the layup!"
Ben Wallace roared.
He gave Stuckey a complete sense of security!
"This shot is good!"
Stuckey was full of confidence; he was already thinking about how to mock Su Yan in his heart.
Rookie, welcome to the NBA.
Or maybe... You little brat, I only need 30% of my strength to deal with you; that's enough!!!
The next second.
Just as the basketball he shot was about to touch the backboard, a large hand forcefully swatted it against the backboard!!!