At Oklahoma City's home court.
While everyone assumed Salena had come for Kevin.
While Kevin stood up first, waiting for her.
Salena ignored him completely, walked straight up to Su Yan, smiled, and said she was his fan!
Oh my god~
Durant's face flushed; even his dark skin couldn't hide that purplish-red.
Humiliating.
Absolutely mortifying.
Durant wanted to crawl into a hole.
Curry felt embarrassed for Durant—he could practically dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes!!!
???
What the heck?
She wasn't here for Durant—she came for me?
He stood up and you just snubbed him?
Isn't that... a bit much?
How is Durant supposed to live this down?
And me?
Should I even respond?
Durant's dream girl not only ignored him but also hit on the guy he can't stand.
If I answer, Durant will probably want me dead!
I'm scared.
What do I do? Online, urgent!
Su Yan froze for a second, then rose, gently clasped Salena's fingers, and smiled warmly:
"Hello, Miss Salena, I'm your fan too!"
With that,
Su Yan let go.
Afraid? Not a chance.
"Really!"
Salena's eyes lit up, delighted.
Just being polite, gorgeous—you're taking it pretty seriously.
Su Yan gave her a smile and let her figure it out.
Salena was indeed a fan—of his face, anyway.
She'd long wanted to see him in person, but work had been crazy and her schedule packed.
She'd planned to catch a game in New York—more fun places to hang out.
Sadly, today was her only day off, and the Knicks weren't in town.
A rare break; she wouldn't waste it.
So Salena flew in.
She tilted her head, tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, and smiled, sexy and sultry: "Got plans after the game, Su Yan?
Mind grabbing some late-night bites with me?!"
Her invitation was blunt; she didn't care about the crowd.
"Ha~"
Su Yan chuckled, non-committal: "If I'm not too tired—and if I'm hungry—sure, I'd love to."
Agreeing outright
might get Durant gunning for him—and probably every guy in the cafeteria furious.
"Then I'll wait for you."
Salena nodded, waved, and smiled: "Bye-bye!"
From arrival to departure
she never once looked at Durant.
At that moment Durant's jealousy peaked... After the meal,
back in the locker room.
McGrady kept shaking his head, incredulous: "Yan, you turned Salena down?!"
"Not exactly."
Su Yan shrugged. "But if I'm too tired, I really don't feel like moving—or eating!"
"My God!"
McGrady clutched his head. "Late-night food isn't the point!"
"Then what is?"
Su Yan acted innocent.
Surely Salena wasn't suggesting they shack up under the excuse of supper?!
Even with Su Yan's looks, height, and build,
that would be a stretch.
"Ha~"
David Lee grinned at McGrady: "Can't say for sure, but only this way is there a chance!"
"Bingo!"
McGrady snapped his fingers and stared at Su Yan in mock disappointment: "No wonder your three-ball's so money—you really are clueless!!!"
Su Yan just smiled.
He understood.
He knew what McGrady and the guys were thinking.
A bombshell like Salena—claiming you're unmoved would be a lie.
But haste spoils the broth.
First meeting, simple invite—overthink it and you blow it.
Besides,
Durant would literally kill him.
Let Du the Handsome keep dreaming of bathwater.
Even so, after this little interlude,
he was sure Durant would rally his brothers and go berserk on court!!!
At the very least,
Durant would be desperate to outshine Su Yan.
Oklahoma was already strong.
Salena's stunt would only ignite the thunders big three, with Durant leading the charge.
Sure enough... women just ruin winning!!
Harden knew the vibe~
...7 p.m.
Both teams were warming up.
The formation of the thunders big three kept OKC's popularity soaring.
ESPN and other outlets hyped it, and Su Yan's presence packed the arena an hour before tip.
A sea of people.
Roaring noise.
In the front row sat the ravishing, magnetic Salena—her appearance whipped the crowd into an even wilder frenzy!
And the cafeteria anecdote
spread like wildfire through the Ford Center.
Sharp-eared reporters already schemed about tonight's juicy headlines.
Thunder fans raged on Durant's behalf.
They cheered him on,
hoping he'd crush Su Yan and win Salena with game,
not empty looks.
Yet plenty of fans bit their molars in envy—
Su Yan not only held their goddess's hand but got invited to supper.
That wasn't about food.
That was an all-nighter in the making.
Plus, pop star MengMeng had hugged and kissed Su Yan before,
spurring sighs: being handsome really lets you do whatever you want!!!
An hour later,
8 p.m.
"Boom!"
Under deafening cheers,
tip-off arrived.
Oklahoma City Thunder starters: PG Russell Westbrook, SG Thabo Sefolosha, SF Kevin Durant, PF Jeff Green, C Nenad Kostić.
New York Knicks starters: PG Curry, SG McGrady, SF Su Yan, PF David Lee, C Tyson Chandler.
"Jump ball!"
Kostić vs Tyson Chandler.
"Smack!"
Kostić tapped the ball first.
Jeff Green secured it, handed to Westbrook, who pushed up to the right arc and slowly crossed over for rhythm.
The instant he gripped the ball, he lowered his stance and exploded like nitro—lightning fast.
"So quick!"
Curry's eyes widened.
He couldn't keep up; Westbrook blew by in one step.
Westbrook stormed the lane, looked to rise over Tyson for a tomahawk.
Tyson and David Lee raced over with arms high for the block.
Seeing that, Westbrook fired a bullet pass back to Durant cutting at the foul line.
One step, gather, lift off.
Like a god descending!
He split the mountain.
"Boom!"
A ferocious, authority-filled slam.
"Roar~"
After the dunk Durant roared toward Salena in the front row, as if to say:
I'm the stronger man you need!
Salena shot him a look of disgust that
screamed: Sorry, ugly—rejected!!!
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