The players called Su Yan a beast.
It was purely a joke.
But even as they joked, everyone couldn't help but envy the natural advantage brought by Su Yan's incredibly handsome looks.
They wanted to refuse, too.
But there simply weren't any gorgeous girls throwing themselves into their arms.
Ahem... Even if there were, they wouldn't refuse.
Everyone chatted and laughed together.
Last night's late-night meal had brought everyone much closer to Su Yan.
Half an hour later.
After finishing breakfast and changing into their clothes and shoes, everyone came to the court for their daily training.
One win and ten losses.
They were still last in the Eastern Conference.
The Knicks might still miss the playoffs this year, but that didn't stop everyone from training hard and constantly improving themselves.
Su Yan had only been training for a short while.
Coach Mike D'Antoni came over and said with a smile, "Su Yan, come on. Let's do another physical test today."
Sure enough.
[Basic Body Enhancement] and [Max Level Three-Pointer] had made yesterday's performance far too abnormal compared with before.
They were doing another physical test.
Su Yan wasn't surprised. It was nothing major. Showing his talent would bring him more benefits than drawbacks.
They started by measuring his physical abilities.
With [Basic Body Enhancement], all of Su Yan's physical abilities had reached the NBA standard.
He was absolutely qualified as an NBA player.
But after Coach D'Antoni finished looking over the results, his eyes lit up. "None of Su Yan's physical abilities are particularly outstanding.
"But... they're all up to standard."
"What do you mean by that?"
Assistant coach Morrison Bolton understood somewhat, but not completely.
"Ha~"
D'Antoni explained with a smile, "Let's take his speed as an example. Among guards, it isn't particularly outstanding—it merely reaches the standard for the position.
"But among ordinary small forwards, that same standard means Su Yan is relatively fast. Leaving centers behind would be effortless.
"The same goes for his strength.
"Among power forwards and even centers, Su Yan's strength isn't exceptional; it barely meets the standard.
"But against an ordinary small forward, he has a strength advantage. Against a guard, his ability to overpower them is more than enough."
"Wooow~"
Morrison Bolton exclaimed, "Then Su Yan's talent is actually pretty good. It's very balanced and very standard.
"That could make him a solid defender."
"That's right."
D'Antoni nodded. "Su Yan's current abilities allow him to defend players at multiple positions.
"Although guarding stars and even superstars would be difficult, he's pretty good overall. At the very least... compared with his previous physical test, this is a world-shaking change.
"He really was hiding his strength."
Why?
Morrison Bolton couldn't figure it out. He tried to explain, "Could it be that Su Yan only plans to quietly be a pretty face?"
"Maybe."
D'Antoni shrugged, unconcerned, and laughed heartily. "I didn't care before, but now that I've learned about his talent...
"Sorry for the trouble.
"I'll make sure he fulfills his potential!
"I think... he'll be more than happy to."
Physical talent was only an appetizer.
Everyone's attention was focused on Su Yan's three-point shooting. That was the most important part.
Had his incredible touch last night been a fleeting flash?
Or was his shooting accuracy truly horrifying?
Under the official testing conditions of an NBA team, the result would soon be revealed.
Su Yan had no intention of holding back.
The testing method was the same as in the Three-Point Contest: the left corner, left wing, top of the arc, right wing, and right corner.
Five spots in total.
He would take ten three-point shots from each spot. This would not only reveal his average Three-Point Percentage, but also show which areas of the court he was best at shooting from.
Some players weren't equally effective from every spot. They might be particularly good from one area, whether in shooting or offense.
For example, "corner Tucker": his three-point percentage from the corner was clearly higher than from other positions.
Or take "The Big Fundamental" Duncan's bank shots from the 45-degree angle. From either side of the basket at a 45-degree angle, his bank-shot percentage was astonishingly high.
He was much worse from other areas.
This kind of testing could reveal a player's offensive characteristics, allowing the team to formulate specialized tactics for games.
That was something every team's coaching staff was highly skilled at.
The three-point test was about to begin.
David Lee, McGrady, Larry Hughes, Gallinari, and the others all gathered around to watch.
The eight straight three-pointers Su Yan had made without a miss last night had deeply shocked everyone.
Every player wanted to know Su Yan's true level.
It would determine whether the team had gained another Elite Shooter.
"David, what do you think Su Yan's percentage from one spot will be?!"
McGrady asked.
David Lee stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "Based on that insane performance last night...
"Perhaps... a 70% success rate?"
"Wooow~"
McGrady was astonished. "That's an extremely high Three-Point Percentage.
"Even I couldn't reach that in my prime.
"That's the kind of percentage only top-tier shooters like Ray Allen, Lewis, and Peja could achieve."
David Lee shrugged, unconcerned. "If Su Yan can maintain last night's form, I don't think he'll be any worse than Ray Allen—or any other shooter in the league."
That evaluation carried tremendous weight when applied to a rookie, especially an undrafted one.
"Hahaha!"
McGrady laughed loudly. He looked toward Su Yan, a fiery gleam flashing in his eyes. "I hope he can amaze us!!!"
The test officially began.
The left corner—the first spot.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Su Yan's first three Three-pointers all hit iron.
"Not looking too good."
McGrady made a teasing remark.
No way.
Three straight misses to start, during a practice with no defense at all? Wasn't this making him look bad?
Su Yan, that wasn't very nice.
David Lee froze, then forced himself to remain calm and explained somewhat guiltily, "His hands aren't warmed up yet. He needs to find his touch!"
Just as he finished speaking—
"Swish!"
Su Yan made his fourth shot. Then... his fifth Three-pointer went in, too.
"See? I told you."
David Lee suddenly regained his confidence. Larry Hughes silently nodded as well and continued watching Su Yan's performance.
The second spot: the left wing.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
After finding his touch, Su Yan made three straight shots. After missing three, he then sank five consecutive Three-pointers.
It wasn't over yet.
He followed that with two more swishes. Su Yan made every shot from the second spot, and the touch from his [Max Level Three-Pointer] had completely opened up.
The third spot: the top of the arc.
Every shot went in.
The fourth spot: the right wing.
All five attempts went in as well. The basketball seemed to have GPS, flying precisely into the hoop every single time.
"Holy shit!"
McGrady's eyes widened. "Su Yan has made seventeen Three-pointers in a row. This... this is just too accurate."
"Haha!"
David Lee laughed and straightened his back. "Yan's touch is completely on fire now. Every shot he takes goes in!"
"That's awesome!"
Coach Mike D'Antoni couldn't help applauding in praise. His eyes were filled with anticipation. "Can Su Yan make all twenty-two shots in a row?"
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