"Oh my God, Su Yan is really so handsome~"
"S-so handsome! Is he really a basketball player? Are you sure he didn't just step out of a comic as some rich young master?!"
"Eight three-pointers, plus the game-winner. You can't argue with that kind of skill.
Long legs, a handsome face, and real talent. He's bound to make a lot of money in the future. Isn't he the total package: handsome, rich, and eligible?
If I could go on a date with a man like that, I'm sure I'd be so happy~"
"Su Yan, big brother, spread my legs wide!"
"If I had a boyfriend like that, I could be happy all day just looking at him, even if we didn't do anything."
"Didn't do anything? Just be sisters? Besties? That'd be a criminal waste of such a perfect man!"
"Ahem... Is it possible that besties can have fun together, too?!"
"Holy crap~"
The main story was clearly that Su Yan had drained eight three-pointers, stepped back for the game-winner, and led an astonishing 20-point comeback.
And yet.
All the pretty college girls were talking about Su Yan's handsome face and great physique. Some even wanted to date him.
There was no helping it.
A handsome, athletic basketball player who was destined to be rich was incredibly popular with college girls.
They all wanted something to happen with a man that perfect.
At 10 a.m.
Newspapers from all the major news agencies hit the streets, letting basketball fans everywhere know what had happened.
Last night.
Even though LeBron, "The King," had racked up 38 points, 8 rebounds, and 9 assists—a near-40-point triple-double.
Even though "Black Mamba" Kobe had scored 33 points, grabbed 5 rebounds, dished out 5 assists, and sealed the game with a hanging, contorted layup against three defenders.
And then there was "Windy City Rose," Rose, with his blazing drives: changing direction without slowing down and slamming it home without hanging on the rim.
Still.
Su Yan was the one who stole the show.
LeBron was the "Current First Small Forward."
Kobe had just won the championship last year and was riding high.
Rose was last year's Top Pick, hailed as "Jordan's successor"!
For these three, great performances were par for the course. Su Yan, on the other hand, was a pleasant surprise.
He was an undrafted player who had stunned the world.
What's more.
The three-pointer wasn't the dominant play in this era yet.
Draining eight three-pointers in just five minutes had shocked the fans.
Everyone was talking about him.
Su Yan's popularity was rising at a speed anyone could see.
Su Yan didn't wake up until eleven.
He'd stayed out a little too late the night before, and he was still groggy when he woke. He washed up, ate a few slices of bread, and drank a glass of milk.
Only then did he feel fully awake.
With a spring in his step, he headed out, hailed a taxi, and went to the arena to practice.
The drive from his apartment to the arena took fifteen minutes. There was a bus, too, which took about thirty minutes and was the cheapest option.
Before.
Su Yan might have picked the most economical choice: a bicycle.
But now that he had the money-making system, he could do whatever was most comfortable and saved him the most time.
The extra money for a taxi.
He could earn it back by walking a little and dribbling the ball a few times.
"Thanks!"
When he got to the arena.
Su Yan got out and thanked the driver before heading into the practice gym.
As soon as he entered, he ran into David Lee. They walked through the lobby together and headed for the locker room.
On the way.
At a corner, David Lee spotted a girl who looked like a student. She was holding a bouquet of roses, as if she were waiting for someone.
He couldn't help smiling. "Yan, look at that girl up ahead. She must be waiting for the boy she loves.
Then she'll confess to him.
I wonder which lucky kid is so charming that a pretty girl like that would confess to him first."
He wasn't wrong.
The girl was really pretty, with snow-white skin and a pair of bright, clear eyes. She was slim, but surprisingly curvy in all the right places.
Her golden curls and white dress made her look like a princess from a fairy tale.
When she grew up, she'd definitely be the school belle.
Su Yan suddenly felt like watching the scene unfold. He smiled and said, "I'd like to see what kind of boy could possibly
be worth keeping such a pretty girl waiting."
David Lee smiled, too. "Too bad we have practice. Otherwise... I'd want to see, too."
"Let's go, then."
Su Yan shrugged, a little disappointed.
But... just as the two of them neared the girl and were about to turn the corner past her.
The girl suddenly stepped forward, stopping right in front of Su Yan, and held out the roses in her hands.
She lowered her head slightly, her face flushed with shyness. "Su Yan, I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?"
???
WTF?
So the girl hadn't been waiting for some boy after all. She'd been waiting for Su Yan and was confessing to him.
David Lee's eyes widened like saucers.
This was not how he'd imagined things going.
But he was a tactful guy. He stepped aside, leaned against the wall, and silently enjoyed the show.
All right, all right.
So this was how it was gonna be.
What did you call this? The gossip came back to bite you!
The sudden confession left Su Yan a little stunned, too.
There was no denying it.
The girl was really beautiful. Up close, her fair, clean little face was flawless, and her skin looked soft enough to bounce a finger off.
She was fifteen or sixteen at most.
American kids matured early, so it wasn't hard to understand why she'd confessed to Su Yan.
Last night.
She'd come to watch the game with her father. She had some interest in basketball, but not much.
Not until... Su Yan took the court.
His fair skin, just as pale as hers, his incredible looks, and his perfect physique had dazzled her in an instant.
A man like that would be popular with girls even if he were just a pretty face.
Especially with a girl who was fifteen or sixteen, in the middle of puberty with hormones running wild. She was even more likely to be drawn to him.
And if he had some skill, too, then he was the whole package.
The girl had fallen for him on the spot.
When American girls liked someone, they weren't afraid to say so. They were always forward and open—even a little princess from a fairy tale could be the same.
So.
She confessed.
She was so pretty, and it had all happened so suddenly, that Su Yan froze, too.
David Lee leaned against the wall beside them, arms folded, smiling as he watched.
A minor princess was throwing herself at him. This was a huge scoop.
After a few seconds, Su Yan came back to his senses. He smiled gently, warm and sunny, and it was hard not to like him.
The girl kept her head down and didn't see it. Otherwise... she'd only have found Su Yan even more charming.
Su Yan asked softly, "Beautiful girl, can I ask how old you are?"
"F-fifteen!"
The girl was terribly shy, and her answer came out haltingly.
That was what Su Yan had expected.
Su Yan gave her a gentlemanly bow, then said, "You're a very beautiful girl, and you're very brave.
If you were a little older, I might have said yes.
You're too young.
I can't hurt you.
At your age, you should be focusing more of your time on your studies. That's how you'll build a better future."
The girl really was beautiful. If you rated a girl's looks out of a hundred, she'd get at least ninety.
She was still young, after all. Once she'd grown a little more, she could easily score over ninety-five.
But.
Su Yan really couldn't bring himself to go after a fifteen-year-old girl.
She was underage. That was illegal!
The girl looked utterly dejected when she heard that.
H-he was rejecting me?
No.
He hadn't rejected me. He just thought I was too young. He still liked me!!!
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