When I Slowly Ask This Question!

Of course.

Just a hotel room number alone would be too obvious, but above it were four even more eye-catching characters: "Basketball Exchange." What the hell is Basketball Exchange? What decent man goes to a hotel room late at night with a woman to exchange basketball?! Still... since it involves balls, I guess there's nothing wrong with it!!! Whether Su Yan goes or not is unknown, but that female fan with a somewhat attractive face—her door probably won't lack for knocks. If she can't wait for Su Yan, would she... Hiss~ The more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets!!!

At the commentary desk.

"COME ON!"

ESPN commentator and former Rockets member Jon Barry laughed: "It's hard to imagine that beneath Su Yan's face, which is even better-looking than a male celebrity's, hides a cold-faced killer's expression!"

"Haha~"

Another commentator, Mark Jackson, nodded with a smile: "Five minutes, eight three-pointers, a step-back dagger against the Thunder's Big Three. That really does look like a killer. And... just because of that one game, Su Yan has already squeezed out last year's 6th pick, Danilo Gallinari, to take the starting small forward spot. It seems a bit abrupt. But when you think about it... it's completely reasonable."

"He's starting already?"

Jon Barry hadn't yet carefully reviewed tonight's starting lineups for both teams and couldn't help exclaiming: "That's a bit unbelievable. I still thought it might be a flash in the pan. After all... Su Yan is just an undrafted player, picked up by the Knicks mainly because of his good looks. Since he's starting, the Knicks must have their reasons. No need to overthink it—let's just... look forward to another precise three-point feast from Su Yan tonight!!!"

On the Pistons' side.

Head coach John Kuester had also done his homework. He knew about Su Yan's heroic performance last game. He was somewhat skeptical but not completely dismissive. He planned to observe for a while first; if Su Yan was still accurate, then he'd take it seriously.

On the Knicks' side.

McGrady, who was warming up, also noticed the banner held by that hot blonde woman. He walked over to Su Yan and teased: "That ass, those legs—I could play with them for a year, and she's throwing herself at you. I'm really jealous of your looks. So... after the game, are you going to charge into the Dragon's Den? Who knows, there might be surprises one after another."

"Boring~"

Su Yan waved his hand, uninterested. "The fact that she dares to openly post her room number like that shows how messy her private life is. I don't want to cause any problems. The world is big, and I still want to see more of it."

"Haha!"

McGrady smiled without saying a word. A woman with that kind of hot figure, who's already booked a room waiting for you—what does it matter if she's a little dirty?! First he turns down a stunning fifteen-year-old princess, then he scoffs at a seductive woman throwing herself at him. This guy... is immune to everything. McGrady was starting to wonder if Su Yan was gay!

Before long.

Amid the fiery atmosphere of the arena, the real game began. Both teams' starting lineups took the court.

New York Knicks starting lineup: Point Guard: Chris Duhon, Shooting Guard: McGrady, Small Forward: Su Yan, Power Forward: Al Harrington, Center: David Lee.

It's worth noting that the team's starting shooting guard should have been Wilson Chandler. This year, he's averaging 15.4 points, 5.3 rebounds, 2.2 assists, 0.8 steals, and 0.8 blocks per game—a two-way swingman. However.

McGrady's popularity here.

He must start... play from the opening tip, to guarantee arena attendance and thus secure game revenue.

In a business league, everyone understands.

Detroit Pistons starting lineup: Point Guard: Rodney Stuckey, Shooting Guard: Richard Hamilton, Small Forward: Tayshaun Prince, Power Forward: Jonas Jerebko, Center: Ben Wallace.

"Jump ball!"

David Lee and Ben Wallace go for the tip.

David Lee averages 11.6 rebounds per game, but he's only 206 cm tall.

High basketball IQ on defense.

But when it comes to jump balls, he has no advantage.

The result... Ben Wallace is even shorter—listed at 206 cm, but in reality maybe just over two meters.

And now he's old.

"Slap!"

David Lee tips the ball first, winning the opening possession for the Knicks.

Duhong brings the ball up, the entire Knicks squad pushes forward, executing their plays methodically.

"Huh?"

Jon Barry sees this and is a bit surprised. "Why does the whole Knicks team suddenly look so confident?

Aren't they the worst in the Eastern Conference, even the league?"

"Uh..."

Mark Jackson also notices the difference.

He strokes his chin, ponders for a moment, and tries to offer an answer: "Could it be... that Su Yan's 8 three-pointers last game, showing off his incredible three-point talent, being promoted to the starting lineup tonight, is giving them confidence?!"

On the court.

Duhong sets up at the top of the key on the left, David Lee cuts down to the post, seals his man, and reaches for the ball.

He's the Knicks' strongest core.

His positioning... is a major threat, immediately drawing the defensive attention of both Ben Wallace and Jerebko.

McGrady sets a screen for Su Yan.

Su Yan cuts along the baseline, curls up, and stops at the top of the key on the right, a step beyond the three-point line.

"Whoosh!"

Duhong passes the ball.

Before, he would never have made that pass. But after seeing Su Yan's performance last game and his physical test results yesterday, he passes without hesitation.

A shooter whose ceiling might be even higher than Ray Allen or Peja—a step beyond the three-point line is just an opportunity.

Ball meets man.

Su Yan catches it, half-turns, and rises for an extended three-pointer, almost no preparation or adjustment.

A quick, deep release.

A typical Curry-style three, but Su Yan's three-point level is even above "Baby-Faced" Curry's.

Shooting from that far?

Are you sure your coach won't yell at you for that?!

Prince, a step slow in trailing, doesn't even get a chance to contest—not because he's too far, but because he never expected it.

Of course.

He also doesn't think Su Yan will make it.

Even though... he heard the coach mutter something about Su Yan being a decent three-point shooter.

But thinking he's an unheralded three-point specialist, and an undrafted player at that, he pays it no mind.

He turns to look, already preparing to charge into the paint for the rebound.

The next second.

"Swish!"

A crisp sound of the net.

Su Yan's one-step extended three-pointer, with almost no defense, drops cleanly through the net, sending up a spray of white foam.

Nothing but net.

[Knicks 3:0 Pistons].

"He got lucky again!"

Prince curled his lip, unconcerned, and even shouted at Coach D'Antoni as he trotted back: "Take that number seven off the court.

He's just chucking. He's an undrafted player—he doesn't know how to play ball."

D'Antoni: ???

When I slowly type out this question mark, it's not because I have a problem—it's because you have a problem.

The "Run and Gun System" I worship is exactly about having players who can shoot threes with that kind of reckless, no-holds-barred attitude.

Provided.

They can maintain a certain hit rate.

Right now, Su Yan is that kind of player, and you're telling me... he doesn't know how to play ball? Take him off?

You've got to be kidding me.

Biting back the urge to roast Prince, D'Antoni just shot him a glare and said nothing.