Don't Shoot! Holy Shit—Great Shot!!!

At the commentary desk.

Because it was Garbage Time.

Reggie Miller did not pay much attention to the game. He turned his gaze to Su Yan and casually said, "The Knicks' newly subbed-in number seven.

Name: Su Yan. Age: 19. Height: 201 centimeters. Weight: 95 kilograms. Position: Small Forward. From Dragon Country. An international player.

This year's Undrafted player.

He just signed a short-term contract with the Knicks today.

Honestly.

I don't understand it. His physical gifts and abilities are all mediocre. Why did the Knicks sign him?

There is no point.

Was it just because of the Dragon Country market?!"

"Maybe."

Barkley shrugged without denying it. "Yao Ming is a living example. Dragon Country fans are truly a massive group.

Besides.

I think looks might be part of it too.

Judging by looks alone, I feel like Su Yan could be the face of the league."

On the court.

Su Yan had been running around for a while, incredibly active. Aside from farming money, more importantly... he wanted the ball to attack.

A Benchwarmer.

Even if he got on the court, he generally had few chances to attack, let alone with his lacking talent and ability.

Everyone treasured this hard-earned Garbage Time.

Why should they let him attack?

If McGrady were on the floor, it might have been better. After all, Su Yan had left a good impression on him just now.

But a player of McGrady's caliber obviously had to play during regular time as part of the Starting lineup... to draw enough attention.

But Su Yan was extremely active, and... if he got himself wide open, that was a different story.

"I'm open! Give me the ball! I can shoot!!!"

At the right side of the Top of the key.

He curled out along the baseline, shook off his defender, and immediately called for the ball from Larry Hughes.

Su Yan shouted loudly.

Larry Hughes was a little stunned. Only the words "Open position" echoed repeatedly in his mind.

As if possessed.

He passed it over. You could even say... Su Yan had startled him into making the pass instinctively.

In fact.

Su Yan's opportunity was not especially good.

He had curled free, but he was still a meter beyond the Three-point line. There was no way he could simply shoot the moment he caught it.

At least in 2009, that was not a good Three-pointer distance.

And the result?

"Swish—"

The instant Su Yan caught the ball, he drew back and fired. He raised his hand and launched a Three-pointer like an arrow, barely making any adjustment.

Fast and decisive.

Larry Hughes regretted passing the ball the moment it left his hands. Especially when he saw Su Yan casually launch an Extended three-pointer, he regretted it even more.

"Don't shoot, you motherf—holy shit! Great shot!!!"

He roared and was just about to curse Su Yan.

Then, in the next second, the basketball pierced the net and kicked up a spray of white. The Three-pointer went in cleanly.

He forcibly swallowed back the profanity that had reached his lips and instead shouted that it was a great shot.

It was a wave of Sichuan Opera Face Changing.

"Great shot!"

"A very decisive Three-pointer!"

The two commentators praised him, but only briefly, then continued chatting idly about unrelated matters.

As for Larry Hughes.

He did not curse Su Yan and even praised him, but that was all. If Su Yan had missed, it would have been a different story.

Obviously.

Everyone thought Su Yan had simply gotten lucky and made that Three-pointer.

Little did they know... with a Max Level Three-Pointer superior to peak Curry's, this kind of extended open Three-pointer.

Could never miss.

[Host made a Three-pointer. Reward: 3,000 USD.]

The system notification rang out.

Su Yan was ecstatic inside. Sure enough... Three-pointers are still the best. Coach... I love playing basketball!

The Score difference was 17 points.

Nobody cared.

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The possession changed.

The Thunder team's backup... Power Forward Serge Ibaka took a jumper from the right Elbow area.

Clang!

Missed.

Ibaka's Mid-range shot would become fairly reliable in the future, but as a second-year player, he was still developing.

He still needed practice.

Maybe it also had something to do with Garbage Time. Everyone was playing relaxed.

The 211-centimeter backup center Jared Jeffries grabbed the rebound and gave it to Larry Hughes to bring up the court.

Su Yan once again ran around actively, farming... looking for opportunities.

When everyone else was not being active, being the only active one made it easier to find chances.

The 2004–05 season had been Larry Hughes' peak.

He averaged 22.4 points, 6.5 rebounds, 4.8 assists, 2.9 steals, and 0.3 Blocks per game. He was an extremely fierce Dual-Guard.

He had also been that year's Steal King.

Now that he was older and affected by injuries, he had fallen to the bench.

His personal talent had not been particularly outstanding, so how had he become the Steal King?

He had fought for it game after game.

Now... in Garbage Time, seeing Su Yan run so desperately and do everything he could to find opportunities.

Not just scoring opportunities, but chances to show himself.

Larry Hughes saw a reflection of his former self. Coupled with the favorable impression from Su Yan's Extended three-pointer just now.

"I'm open again! Hurry and give it to me! I can shoot."

Su Yan had no idea what Larry Hughes was thinking. He only wanted to farm... shots.

He stretched out his hand and called for the ball again.

"Whoosh!"

Larry Hughes passed the ball to Su Yan once more.

At the left side of the Top of the key, still a meter beyond the Three-point line, Su Yan caught the ball.

Larry Hughes reminded him, "The opportunity is good. Take one dribble closer to the Three-point line, and your shooting percentage will be even..."

Before he could say the word "higher."

Su Yan launched another Three-pointer. It was as if he had made some kind of decision; there was not the slightest hesitation.

What the fuck...

Wasn't that way too careless? That was no different from blindly throwing it up!

If I had known, I wouldn't have passed it to you.

Suppressing the urge to curse him, Larry Hughes held onto a trace of hope from the previous made Three-pointer and stared at the basketball spinning through the air.

With a three-foot blade of green steel in hand, drunk, he would cleave the heavens and bring down a rainbow!

Swish!

Su Yan hit another Three-pointer.

Two in a row.

"Oh?"

Barkley blinked. "It went in again, and nothing but net. Su Yan's Three-pointer seems pretty good?"

Although he had been chatting.

The corner of his eye still watched the court. Multitasking was what professionalism meant.

Su Yan's two Three-pointers, whether it was his shooting form, the timing of his wrist snap, or the way his fingers flicked the basketball, were all extremely standard.

The basketball's arc was also perfect.

Textbook Three-pointer releases, and they were Extended three-pointers at that. Making them consecutively... did not look like luck.

"Strange!"

Reggie Miller scratched his head in confusion. "His scouting report clearly says even his Mid-range shot is terrible.

How could his Three-pointer be this calm and accurate? It makes no sense!!!"

It really made no sense.

Give a rookie a Three-pointer even stronger than peak Curry's out of nowhere—who would not be confused by that contrast?

The Score difference was 14 points.

Nobody seemed to care about the score.

But... Su Yan making two Three-pointers in a row, both extended ones, had drawn a little attention.

"???"

Coach D'Antoni was somewhat stunned. "That shooting form, that accuracy... what is going on?!"

As a coach.

He knew Su Yan's Three-pointer level all too well. Even if those two Three-pointers had been lucky shots, they still made no sense.

"Morrison, was there something wrong with Su Yan's Physical test report?!"

Assistant coach Morrison Bolton also looked puzzled, but he shook his head. "There was no problem. I watched it personally.

He simply cannot shoot, let alone hit Three-pointers!"

Then... had they seen a ghost?!