Second Physical Test! Elite 3&D Player!

The players called Su Yan a beast.

Pure teasing.

But amidst the teasing, everyone couldn't help envying the natural advantage his ridiculously good looks brought.

They wanted to refuse too.

But no stunning girls were throwing themselves at them.

Cough... if there were, they wouldn't refuse either.

Everyone chatted and laughed.

Last night's late-night meal had instantly brought them much closer to Su Yan.

Half an hour later.

After breakfast, they changed into their gear and headed to the court for daily training.

Season record: 1 win, 10 losses.

Dead last in the Eastern Conference.

This year's Knicks might still miss the playoffs, but that didn't stop everyone from training hard and improving themselves.

Su Yan had just started training.

Head coach Mike D'Antonio walked over, smiling. "Su Yan, come on, let's retest your stats today."

Sure enough.

[Basic Body Enhancement] + [Max Level Three-Pointer] had made yesterday's performance too abnormal compared to before.

A retest.

Su Yan wasn't surprised. It was nothing. Showing off talent brought more benefits than drawbacks.

First came the physical measurements.

Under [Basic Body Enhancement], all of Su Yan's physical attributes met the NBA standard line.

He was a fully qualified NBA player.

But Coach D'Antonio's eyes lit up after seeing the results. "Su Yan's physical attributes aren't top-tier in any area.

But... they're standard enough."

"What does that mean?"

Assistant coach Morrison Bolton understood a little, but not entirely.

"Ha~"

D'Antonio explained with a smile. "For example, Su Yan's speed isn't top-tier among guards—it just meets the guard standard line.

But that standard line, when placed among ordinary small forwards, makes Su Yan relatively fast. Blowing past centers is a breeze.

Similarly.

Su Yan's strength isn't outstanding for power forwards or even centers—barely passing.

But going up against an average small forward, he has an edge in strength. Against guards, his pressure is significant."

"Wooow~"

Morrison Bolton exclaimed. "Then Su Yan's talent is actually pretty good—very balanced, very standard.

That'll make him a decent defender."

"Exactly."

D'Antonio nodded. "The talent Su Yan is showing now allows him to defend players at multiple positions.

Even if matching up against stars or superstars will be tough.

Overall, it's not bad. At least... compared to his last test, it's a world of difference.

He really was hiding his strength."

Why?

Morrison Bolton couldn't figure it out. He tried to explain. "Was Su Yan planning to just quietly be a pretty face?"

"Maybe."

D'Antonio shrugged, unconcerned, and laughed heartily. "I don't care about before. But now that I know his talent.

Sorry.

I'm going to make him live up to it!

I think... he'll be more than willing."

Physical talent was just an appetizer.

Everyone's focus was entirely on Su Yan's three-point shooting—that was the real highlight.

A flash in the pan from a hot streak.

Still... that terrifyingly precise shooting.

Under the official testing of an NBA team, the results would come out soon.

Su Yan had no intention of holding back either.

The testing method was the same as the Three-Point Contest: left baseline, left top of the key, center top of the key, right top of the key, and right baseline.

A total of five spots.

Ten three-pointers at each spot. This not only showed the average three-point percentage but also revealed which areas a player was more proficient in from beyond the arc.

Some players weren't flawless across the board; they excelled in a specific zone for shooting or offense.

For example: "Corner Tucker"—his three-point percentage from the corners was noticeably higher than from other positions.

Or again.

"The Big Fundamental," Duncan's 45-degree bank shot. From the two 45-degree spots near the basket, his bank-shot percentage was astonishingly high.

Everywhere else, it fell off significantly.

Using this kind of testing method, a team could identify a player's offensive characteristics and then tailor specific game tactics accordingly.

This was something any team's coaching staff was highly adept at.

The three-point test was about to begin.

David Lee, McGrady, Larry Hughes, Gallinari, and other players all gathered around to watch.

Those eight consecutive three-pointers from last night, none of them missing.

Had left everyone deeply shaken. Every player wanted to know Su Yan's true level.

It would determine whether the team had gained an Elite Shooter.

"David, what do you think Su Yan's spot-up percentage is?" McGrady asked.

David Lee rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "Based on his crazy performance last night... maybe... 70%?"

"Woooow~" McGrady was visibly surprised. "That's an incredibly high three-point percentage. Even in my prime, I couldn't reach that. That's the kind of percentage only top-tier shooters like Ray Allen, Lewis, or Peja can achieve."

David Lee shrugged, unbothered. "If Su Yan can keep up what he showed last night, I don't think he's any worse than Ray Allen or any other shooter in the league."

That kind of evaluation.

For a rookie, and an Undrafted player at that, carried immense weight.

"Hahaha!" McGrady laughed heartily, his eyes burning with excitement as he looked at Su Yan. "I hope he blows us away!!!"

The test officially began.

Left baseline, the first spot.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Su Yan's first three three-pointers all clanked off the rim.

"Not looking too good," McGrady muttered.

No way. Starting off with three straight misses, and this was just practice with no defense—wasn't this making me look bad?

Su Yan, that's not cool.

David Lee froze, then forced himself to stay calm, explaining with a hint of nervousness, "He hasn't warmed up yet. He's still finding his rhythm!"

Just as he said that.

"Swish!"

Su Yan's fourth shot went in. Then... the fifth three-pointer also dropped.

"See? I told you," David Lee suddenly sounded confident again. Larry Hughes silently nodded, continuing to watch Su Yan's performance.

Second spot: top of the left arc.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

With his touch heating up, Su Yan sank another three in a row. After missing three shots, he rattled off five consecutive three-pointers.

It didn't stop there. He followed up with two more swishes, clearing the second spot entirely. His [Max Level Three-Pointer] feel was now fully unlocked.

Third spot: top of the key.

All net.

Fourth spot: top of the right arc.

Five attempts, all hits. The ball seemed to have a "GPS" lock, each time flying precisely into the hoop.

"Holy shit!"

McGrady's eyes went wide. "Su Yan has already hit seventeen straight threes. This... this is just too accurate."

"Haha!"

David Lee straightened up with a grin. "Yan's touch is completely on fire. Every shot he takes goes in!"

"So cool!"

Coach Mike D'Antoni couldn't help clapping in praise, his eyes brimming with anticipation. "Can Su Yan make it twenty-two in a row?"