When You Double-Team an Undrafted Player, You've Already Lost!

Who?!

Who else could it be.

Naturally, it was Su Yan. Though he trailed Stuckey by half a step, he was a bit taller, a bit faster, and a bit more explosive.

Multiple talents stacked together.

Let him catch up even after being beaten by half a step, still able to reach out and deliver a disruptive block.

Stuckey was too confident.

Or rather... too eager to score on Su Yan, to the point he got careless.

Su Yan completed the chase-down block on him.

One steal, one assist, one block.

Not only did Su Yan pocket 2600 USD, but he also displayed astonishing ability on the defensive end.

A pretty vase?

Sorry.

Even if Su Yan were a pretty vase, he wasn't someone a small fry like Stuckey could casually mock and handle.

"COOL!"

Jon Barry's eyes lit up, and he smiled in praise: "Su Yan looks like he has no defensive ability, but in these few possessions, he's defended very well."

"Amazing!"

Mark Jackson was also taken aback: "Stuckey has some skill when he drives.

Su Yan defended it well. This surprised me.

He has defense, and his three-point shooting stands out. Su Yan is an undrafted player? I think he looks more like an outstanding '3D Player'!!!"

"Su Yan is so amazing~ I like him so much~~~"

In the stands.

That hot-bodied, seductive beauty who wanted to have a Basketball Exchange with Su Yan at night.

She screamed hysterically.

She was charmed by Su Yan's looks, but he also displayed strength and a very manly side.

It made her even more unable to resist.

Too excited, she kept twisting her body, her chest swaying and rippling.

The few "wolf buddies" beside her stared wide-eyed, then... silently memorized the hotel and room number on the banner.

On the court.

Al Harrington grabbed the ball Su Yan had swatted off the backboard, gave Su Yan a thumbs up, then passed it to Duhong to push the fast break.

Su Yan positioned himself at the top of the left arc, a full two meters beyond the three-point line.

After Duhong pushed the ball up, he passed directly to Su Yan and even pointed at the basket, "Yan, hit another one. That's your reward."

Well then, no need to be polite.

If you give Su Yan a chance to shoot, sorry, he will definitely take it.

After all... only by shooting does he have a chance to earn 6000 USD.

One three-pointer, 6000 USD. Seriously, if the NBA had such a reward system.

Within three days, the Small Ball Era—express version... would begin.

No, it would begin on the spot.

"Whoosh~"

With a flick of his wrist, Su Yan once again shot a three-pointer with extreme decisiveness and confidence—a terrible shot that would get a player screamed at by the coach on any other team.

Right now.

It looked perfectly reasonable for Su Yan.

"Crazy? Again? And from farther?!"

Prince was dumbfounded.

He hadn't even defended, not because he wouldn't, but... from this far, there was really no way to defend.

There's absolutely no way that goes in.

Prince turned to look back, praying inwardly, but this time, his prayer carried a hint of uncertainty.

The spinning ball?!

A clean arc, and it plunged straight into the net again.

"OH, NO!"

Prince fell into despair.

But the basketball spun around inside the rim, then, by some freak twist, spun back out. The three-pointer missed!!!

"Close call, close call!"

Prince breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

If an undrafted player hit three straight three-pointers right over his head, then as one of the "Pistons Five Tigers," where would his dignity be?

The key thing—

After the game, the coach would definitely tear him a new one.

But even though the three-pointer didn't go in, Su Yan's shot still gave the Pistons players a hell of a scare.

"Motherf*cker!"

Coach John Kuester broke out in a cold sweat too.

He was now completely certain that beneath Su Yan's handsome and suave exterior lurked a cold-blooded three-point assassin.

"Put defensive pressure on Su Yan!"

Kuester growled from the sidelines, making an "OK" sign with his fingers.

The key to this gesture was three fingers, symbolizing the number three position—Small Forward, which meant... Su Yan.

This was a pre-arranged signal between the coach and players before the game.

When the coach made this gesture, the players were to lock onto Su Yan and start ramping up defensive intensity.

This kind of thing was common on the court.

Things like tapping the head, touching the ear, making a peace sign toward the sky—all represented different tactics and strategies.

Of course.

This was a secret known only to teammates.

"Got it."

Prince and the other players nodded silently, receiving the coach's order.

With less than five minutes played in the game, the Pistons had already sent Stuckey and Prince to double-team Su Yan.

Was this the treatment an undrafted player deserved?!

Was this the attention a pretty face would draw?!

The fans couldn't help but marvel.

The truth was... once the defensive intensity ramped up, Su Yan's easy three-point opportunities did immediately decrease.

However.

For the Knicks, Su Yan was like "icing on the cake," or a "gift from heaven."

Whether he was there or not didn't affect their original strength.

Now that he was drawing double coverage, it only made the Knicks' overall offense and defense easier.

"When you double-team an undrafted player, you've already lost!"

D'Antoni curled a confident smile.

He called a timeout, subbed out McGrady—who drew crowds but had no combat power—and brought in... the fierce offensive and defensive player, Wilson Chandler.

The original Knicks players were putting out more efficient offensive firepower than before.

Had they evolved?

Confidence might have been one factor.

But more than that... it was the threat Su Yan posed by drawing the double-team!!!

By the end of the first quarter.

The Pistons, who theoretically had a slight edge in overall strength, were actually trailing by 8 points.

By halftime, the Pistons had lost by 11.

After three quarters, the score difference had ballooned to 15 points.

The Knicks, who had been getting beaten over the head by their opponents almost all season, were now leading by 15 points and on the verge of blowing the game open.

It was simply unbelievable.

What was this?... A complete reversal of fortune.

"COME ON!"

Jon Barry said with excitement, "The Pistons of today might not be a powerhouse team anymore.

But compared to the Knicks, they shouldn't be a team that can be easily toyed with either.

The fact that they're being toyed with now only means... when a team has a strong '3D Player,' their combat power skyrockets."

"That's right."

Mark Jackson smiled and nodded. "Hitting four three-pointers in three quarters, plus a fast-break layup, scoring 14 points—that's not even the whole story."

"His relentless, 'all-out warrior' attitude toward the game also earned him 3 rebounds, 2 assists, 2 steals, and 1 block."

"He's playing really well."

The look in his eyes as he watched Su Yan was filled with pure admiration.

When someone has exceptionally good looks—male or female—whatever they do, they start with a three-point advantage.

That's the charm of appearance.

Su Yan played well, competed with intensity, and on top of that had striking features—it was hard not to feel fond of him.