Goddamn Monopoly Game!

The final six minutes were Garbage Time.

There was no suspense.

There was no comeback miracle like the Knicks had pulled off against the Thunder before.

Eighteen points.

The Knicks slaughtered the Warriors, earning their third straight win of the season!

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You made 10 three-pointers in a single game and completed the first task of Mutual Pursuit. Reward: 100,000 USD.

Second task: Break the NBA single-game record for made three-pointers. Not yet completed.

Keep it up, Host!]

Although he had not completed the second one, which was a bit of a shame, fortunately... this was not a one-time task.

If he failed to complete it, it would not become invalid.

In the next game, or any game after that, as long as Su Yan made 13 three-pointers and led his team to victory, the task would still count as completed, and he would still receive 300,000 USD.

Thinking of it that way, Su Yan did not find it quite so regrettable.

"COME ON!"

The moment the game ended, Reggie Miller could not hold back his excitement. "Tonight, Su Yan made 10 three-pointers.

He set this season's single-game record for made three-pointers.

He also became the ninth player in NBA history to make 10 or more three-pointers in a single game.

What an achievement.

He is also the first Undrafted player in NBA history to make 10 three-pointers in a game.

That's absolutely savage!"

"Too cool!"

Drexler nodded vigorously, equally thrilled. "37 points, 5 rebounds, 2 assists, 2 steals, 1 block, plus 10 three-pointers.

That was Su Yan's stat line tonight.

And you call him an Undrafted player?

He is clearly a rising superstar!!!"

"That's right."

Reggie Miller's eyes burned with excitement as well.

He asked, "Drexler, do you think Su Yan has a chance to become the greatest Undrafted player in NBA history?"

"Uh..."

Drexler stroked his chin and countered, "You mean, can Su Yan surpass Ben Wallace?!"

Reggie Miller gave him an affirmative look.

Drexler looked troubled. After pondering for a moment, he answered, "They are not the same type of player.

That makes them difficult to compare.

But... Su Yan will definitely become an Undrafted player as outstanding as Ben Wallace.

I also believe he will become one of the league's very best shooters. Even if he surpasses Ray Allen, Peja, and the rest to become the greatest shooter in history, I would not be surprised!"

"Wooow~"

Reggie Miller was startled. "That is also an incredibly high evaluation. You're going to draw some hate for that."

At that point, he paused, then raised an eyebrow. "I'll share that hate with you. Su Yan will become that exceptional an elite shooter!"

The two commentators could not praise Su Yan enough.

On the court, Su Yan, who had rested for half a quarter, exchanged friendly hugs with his opponents after the game.

"Your three-point shooting is too accurate, Su Yan. You'll definitely give every team a headache in the future!"

After hugging Su Yan, Maggette praised him sincerely.

"Thank you."

Su Yan thanked him politely. "You are excellent too. I look forward to the day you make the All-Star team."

All-Star?

At his best, Maggette had averaged 23.1 points, 6.5 rebounds, 4.0 assists, and 1.5 steals per game.

That was an exceptionally strong performance.

He was the 13th pick in the first round of the 1999 draft. Players taken at that spot always seemed to be strangely powerful.

Unfortunately.

Maggette had yet to make an All-Star team in his career.

Making the All-Star team was also his lifelong dream. Su Yan's praise immediately delighted him, and his favorable impression of Su Yan soared.

Right after that.

Su Yan hugged and greeted Warriors players like Watson, Jamison, and Radmanovic.

It was a symbol of "friendship first, competition second."

When he reached Monta Ellis.

That guy didn't step forward to initiate a hug. Su Yan didn't indulge him either and simply walked past him.

You think I want to hug you? Don't think so highly of yourself.

Su Yan took two steps forward and came before Curry. After hugging him, he lightly patted his back and encouraged him. "Stephen, you're an outstanding player. Your talent for three-pointers is incredible.

Stay confident.

You'll definitely become a superstar in this league."

This wasn't praise. He was stating a future fact that only Su Yan knew.

A superstar?!

Hearing those words, Curry felt a surge of longing in his heart.

With his baby face, he looked somewhat silly and approachable, as if he had no great ambitions.

In truth.

Curry was an extremely competitive player.

Whether as a child, in high school, or even when he was about to enter college, people looked down on him because he was too skinny and weak.

Many advised him to give up basketball.

It wasn't a game for someone short and frail like him.

Curry refused to accept that, but he never said anything. He simply... trained day and night.

Three-pointers, physical contact, ball handling, and more.

He quietly kept growing stronger, determined to ruthlessly slap the faces of those who had looked down on him.

Now that he had reached the NBA stage, he clearly... didn't want to live under someone else's shadow. He wanted to become a superstar capable of carrying a team on his own.

At the very least.

He hoped the team would treat him a little better.

Hearing himself called a future superstar, Curry tensed up, a blazing light appearing in his eyes.

He stepped closer and whispered, "Su Yan, I want to play on the same team as you!!!"

Not long afterward.

Su Yan accepted an interview with a beautiful reporter from ABC Radio.

"Mr. Su Yan, you made a full ten three-pointers tonight. You're incredible! How did you do it?!"

the reporter asked.

Su Yan scratched his hair and replied, "I have to thank my teammates and coach.

My teammates created opportunities for me.

My coach gave me a high enough place in the tactical system.

You know, I'm just an undrafted player. I shouldn't have been receiving this kind of treatment, so... I'm grateful to them.

And the best way to thank them is... to make those three-pointers."

It was a very official answer.

But Su Yan's humble image—refusing to claim all the credit and willingly sharing it with his teammates—was established once again.

As Su Yan answered, the female reporter stared at him without blinking.

She had seen handsome men before, and she had seen great basketball players before. But... someone who was both handsome and amazing at basketball—there was only Su Yan, only Su Yan.

She was so engrossed that every word Su Yan spoke captivated her soul.

"Hey, ma'am, I'm finished."

Only after Su Yan reminded her did she snap out of it. She hurriedly gave him a thumbs-up and praised him, "Players from Dragon Country really are as humble as ever.

Su Yan is amazing."

"Thank you!"

Su Yan thanked her again, then said, "That's all, right? My teammates are still waiting for me to go back and celebrate.

I'm leaving."

"Ah~ W-wait a second!"

The female reporter saw that Su Yan was about to leave and immediately panicked. Flustered, she said, "There's one last question.

It's for work.

I'm very sorry to take up a little more of Mr. Su Yan's time.

Mr. Su Yan, c-could you give me an autograph, take a picture with me, and then accept my invitation to come to my house tonight and play Monopoly?!"

Work, my ass.

Monopoly, my ass.

Come on... that was clearly your own personal need, wasn't it?!

Su Yan could only agree to the first two requests.

The female reporter was overjoyed. While having Su Yan sign for her, she snuggled into his arms and flashed a V-sign for their photo.

Through the in-ear monitor she wore, her supervisor's furious voice kept repeating, "You idiot, what are you doing? Ask him about his three-point shooting techniques!!!"

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