Max Level Three-Pointer! Coach, I Want to Play Basketball!

30 points + 5 rebounds + 5 assists + 2 steals + 2 blocks.

Scoring breakdown: 6 two-pointers + 5 three-pointers + 3 free throws.

6*2000 + 5*3000 + 3*1000 + 5*200 + 5*300 + 2*500 + 2*500 = 34,500 USD.

A decent game, but definitely not an explosive performance, and Su Yan still made 34,500 USD.

Current exchange rate: 6.8.

Converted to Dragon Kingdom Currency: 234,600.

Earning 230,000 from one game... this is... freaking awesome!!!

And.

This is only the money-making standard at LV1. If it were LV2, or LV3, or even higher, it would increase further.

At that point, it would only be more.

Maybe... in some ordinary game, I wouldn't even break a sweat and still rake in 100,000?

Sigh...

Too much money, I don't even dare to think about it.

Basketball~ I suddenly understand why "Chicken Brother" likes it so much.

Oh, right.

There's also an LV1 Privilege Gift Pack and a Novice Gift Pack. That means... every time I level up, I get a privilege gift pack.

Nice.

With a thought, Su Yan suppressed his excitement and opened both packs.

[LV1 Privilege Gift Pack opened. Reward: Max Level Three-Pointer, three-point shooting ability surpassing peak Stephen Curry, comparable to Midorima's three-pointers!!!]

[Novice Gift Pack: Basic Body Enhancement. After enhancement, the host's physical attributes and skill level reach the NBA Average Level.]

That means.

Point guards who can enter the NBA have decent speed, ball-handling, passing, and shooting.

They can somewhat ignore physicality and rim protection.

Centers who can enter the NBA have decent defense, rim protection, and blocking ability.

But their speed, ball-handling, and shooting might fall short.

Su Yan, however, has all of these.

His overall strength is above the NBA Average Level, and combined with Max Level Three-Pointer, he can definitely become a starter for a team.

His role might be: [Elite Shooter].

After the system finished speaking.

Su Yan felt a warm current flowing through his body, giving him a very comfortable sensation, but it only lasted a moment.

Everything returned to normal.

He clenched his fist, feeling the noticeably increased strength, rolled his shoulders, and found his body felt much lighter.

"Not bad."

Su Yan smiled slightly. "This is the NBA. Without Max Level Three-Pointer and this body, trying to earn money would probably be tough."

If anyone were watching him, they would notice a strange, inexplicable confidence about him.

Now that he had the strength to play, the other problem was... how to get on the court.

Obviously.

Before the system enhancement, Su Yan was a total weakling, most likely a Water Cooler Manager.

Even during Garbage Time.

He might not get a chance to play.

Players like Bill Walker and Larry Hughes, bench players, stood up to stretch and prepare to go in.

Su Yan also stood up, as if warming up, and quickly walked 20 steps back and forth.

He glanced at the system again.

[Amount: 20 USD].

???

Just walking, and it actually pays.

I suddenly feel like slacking off.

If I walk ten thousand steps a day, I can easily earn ten thousand USD. Why would I even need to play basketball or want a bike?

Wouldn't that mean he could just coast?

Not to mention getting rich, but having no worries about food and drink would definitely be no problem.

But then he thought again... walking ten thousand steps a day, exhausted, earning ten thousand USD, yet hitting just one Three-pointer would net him three thousand USD.

Suddenly.

He hesitated again.

Just go play a bit—win or lose doesn't matter. Free big money, not taking it would be stupid, right?!

Thinking this.

Then thinking about how to get on the court.

Su Yan didn't say a word. He shot over like he was riding wind and fire, rushed in front of Coach D'Antoni, and grabbed his leg.

"Coach, I want to play basketball! Let me on the court!!!"

Su Yan stared at Coach D'Antoni, his eyes utterly sincere—a look of extreme longing to play.

His eyes shone with dazzling light.

It made D'Antoni feel a bit blinded, leaving him no room to refuse.

No, is this really necessary?

Do you have to be this earnest? It's a bit much.

Besides, this kind of Garbage Time is exactly when you're supposed to go on the court and help heat up the team.

Why else would they sign you to a ten-day short-term contract?

You and McGrady are both the team's cash cows now.

McGrady has the popularity of being one of the "Four Great Shooting Guards."

You have your looks + your Chinese identity.

As for talent and strength—let's not talk about that. Talking too much hurts feelings.

D'Antoni pulled Su Yan up and smiled: "Alright, alright, seeing how much Su Yan loves basketball.

I have to let you play."

"Thanks, Coach!"

"Thump!"

Afraid D'Antoni might change his mind, Su Yan rushed onto the court the instant the timeout ended.

As soon as he stepped in.

A murmur of discussion came from the stands.

"That Knicks player wearing the 'Number Seven' jersey... what a... what a handsome man!"

"His skin looks so fair. I'm considered pale among girls, but I don't think I'm as fair as him!"

"Tall, good skin, his playing physique can't be bad, and his smile is so sunny!

Wait.

Is he really a basketball player?"

"I'm in love!"

"Is it possible he's a male eye candy, specially sent on court to attract us girls?!"

"That's the truth!"

"Then the reason to come watch games at Madison Square Garden... just got even stronger!!!"

"..."

The front-row stands buzzed with chatter, especially from many young ladies, all covering their mouths, swooning.

Completely drawn in by Su Yan's high looks and great physique.

On the sidelines.

D'Antoni felt the suddenly stirred-up arena, crossed his arms, and curled a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth: "See... this is exactly the reason for signing Su Yan!"

Su Yan also noticed the commotion.

He knew perfectly well—it definitely wasn't because of his skills.

This damn...

So I'm just eye candy!!!

While silently complaining in his mind, Su Yan's feet never stopped moving, constantly pacing.

One step, one USD. The money came fast.

The game hadn't even started yet, maybe just a few dozen seconds.

And Su Yan had already quietly earned 100 USD, equivalent to 680 RMB.

One minute of work a day, a furious 20,000 a month—what more could you ask for? Suddenly... Su Yan felt like lying flat again.

The main game began.

With five minutes left on the clock, the Thunder were also all substitutes, the score difference at 20 points.

The Knicks attacked.

Larry Hughes brought the ball past half-court.

Su Yan sprinted quickly toward the frontcourt, constantly moving off the ball, looking extremely active—but in reality... he was just farming cash.

USD +1.

USD +1.

USD +1!!!