Three-Pointer Barrage, It All Smelled Like Money!

"Wait, Su Yan, you can actually shoot threes?!"

Larry Hughes was utterly shocked.

Everyone in the Knicks' Locker Room knew Su Yan had come to the Knicks as a pretty face.

The same kind of role as McGrady.

His presence was only meant to boost the crowd's interest. Even if he never played and simply sat on the bench, he was still pleasing to the eye.

He basically had no impact on the team.

Naturally, no one thought he possessed any offensive ability, but those two deep Three-pointers had completely overturned their assumptions.

Usually speaking,

one could be luck, and two could be a coincidence.

But when it came to deep Three-pointers, even one clean swish was barely understandable. Making two in a row definitely had nothing to do with coincidence.

"I wasn't joking with you!"

Su Yan lifted his chin and teased, "If Coach hadn't kept me off the court, how could we have fallen behind by this much?"

As he spoke,

he leaned closer to Larry Hughes and spouted nonsense with a straight face. "Actually, I'm Coach Mike D'Antoni's secret weapon.

He deliberately made everyone think I was a scrub.

Then... I'd burst onto the scene, catch our opponents off guard, and help the team win."

Su Yan did not blush in the slightest while lying.

"Really?"

Larry Hughes' eyes widened as he cried out.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Su Yan shot him a glare, putting on a convincing act before lowering his voice. "Think about it. Our team has already lost ten straight.

If we keep losing, everyone's confidence will be gone.

Right?"

Reggie Miller had previously mentioned an eleven-game losing streak, so that meant they were currently on a ten-game skid.

Seriously... for America's largest city, ten straight losses was pretty awful.

"Right, right, right!"

Larry Hughes nodded furiously.

"Exactly."

Su Yan looked righteously indignant. "Now, as the secret weapon, it's time for me to do my job.

So... keep passing me the ball. Don't hesitate, got it?!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Larry Hughes nodded wildly.

At this rate... even if Su Yan sold him off, he would probably help count the money.

The game continued.

Less than a minute passed. With 4:15 remaining and a fourteen-point Score difference, the game suddenly seemed to have some suspense again.

"Swish!"

Ibaka hit another Mid-range shot... steady and true.

The lead returned to sixteen, stabilizing the Thunder's morale.

But once Larry Hughes had been talked into wholeheartedly feeding Su Yan, everything became incredibly simple.

Su Yan's offense became completely unstoppable.

3:47.

At the middle of the Top of the key, Su Yan used a screen to get open, and Larry Hughes immediately sent the ball his way.

Catch-and-shoot Three-pointer.

Up it went, down it fell.

"Swish!"

Another Three-pointer.

3:01.

In the left corner, Su Yan received Larry Hughes' kick-out pass after his drive and confidently fired another three.

Nick Collison's half-hearted defensive contest might as well have not existed.

The sun shone on the incense burner, purple smoke rose—there was no way this three was missing.

"Swish!"

It went in again.

2:30.

On the left wing, nearly two meters beyond the Three-point line, Su Yan received Larry Hughes' pass.

Thunder backup Small Forward Etuan Thomas was guarding him, but he still gave Su Yan a step of space.

He had no choice.

From that far out, there was no way he could rush up to contest.

So Su Yan showed no courtesy.

Another ultra-deep Three-pointer, released with absolute decisiveness, left Etuan Thomas dumbfounded.

"There's no way that goes in!"

He roared as he turned to look, but the next second... the basketball slicing through the net made his scalp tingle.

In just two and a half minutes,

Su Yan had drilled five straight Three-pointers, scoring fifteen points by himself and leading the team on a terrifying 15:2 comeback run.

In an instant,

the twenty-point deficit had shrunk to just seven.

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That immediately put everyone on edge.

"Tweet, tweet!"

Thunder head coach Scott Brooks called a timeout.

He had no choice but to call a timeout and cool off unknown rookie Su Yan's scorching Three-point arrows!

That was right.

Su Yan had forced the Thunder to call timeout.

"Wait? Wasn't he supposed to be a pretty face?"

On the Thunder bench,

Harden was a little dazed.

"Who knows?"

Westbrook shrugged. "He's 5-for-5 from three. You could say we barely defended Su Yan at all.

But we also have to admit that he's got a real Three-pointer."

"This is kind of a headache."

Durant frowned. "At this rate, we might have to go back in."

He had no interest in Su Yan.

He was just annoyed that he had to keep playing.

"Shit, bro!"

Harden was both startled and unwilling.

He had clearly set a new career scoring high with thirty points and gotten to head to the bench early to rest.

That was confidence.

That was perfection.

Now he had to go back in, which was more than a little embarrassing.

More importantly... what the hell was Su Yan? What gave him the right to force the season's much-hyped Thunder's Big Three back onto the court all by himself?

He really did not want to.

But the fact was... the Knicks' Starting lineup was getting ready to return.

2:30.

A seven-point Score difference.

If the starters faced the backups, with a hot shooter in the mix, there would definitely be plenty of opportunities.

To end the ten-game losing streak.

Every Knicks player wanted it desperately.

Now that an incredible opportunity lay before them, there was no reason not to seize it.

They could not wait until it was gone before regretting it.

"The Knicks are planning to put their starters back in. You should go in too, just in case anything unexpected happens."

Coach Scott Brooks walked over to Thunder's Big Three.

"No problem!"

Westbrook's expression sharpened. "If we get handled by some pretty face, how are we supposed to survive in this league?"

"Exactly."

Harden curled his lip. "Tonight is my career night. I'm not letting some nobody ruin it!"

"Fine."

Durant nodded somewhat boredly. "Then let's go in, put in a little effort, and let New York feel despair."

He had reached his peak the moment he entered the league.

By his third year, he was about to claim the scoring title.

Durant could view the game so calmly only because he had absolute confidence in his own ability.

"Tweet, tweet!"

Before long,

play resumed.

The Thunder sent out their Big Three, plus Power Forward Jeff Green and center Nenad Krstić.

Harden was originally a backup.

But in crucial moments, he would generally replace Sefolosha and play in crunch time.

He was scorching hot tonight.

There was even less reason to take him off the floor.

For the Knicks,

center David Lee, Power Forward Al Harrington, Small Forward Danilo Gallinari, Small Forward Su Yan, and Point Guard Chris Duhon.

McGrady could not play.

Al Harrington, Gallinari, and Su Yan—three shooters, rim protector David Lee, and Point Guard Duhon.

This lineup was built to cut into the deficit.

The game began.

Thunder ball.

Westbrook brought the ball across half court, set up in the middle of the Top of the key, and looked for an opening to drive or pass.

The 208-centimeter Gallinari matched up against Durant.

Su Yan matched up against Harden.

Su Yan looked especially excited. Harden glanced at him. "Buddy, you only made a few threes. Is that really worth getting so worked up over?

I scored thirty tonight, twice as many as you, and I'm still calm and composed.

That's how a future superstar should act. You? Your vision is too narrow. You definitely won't have much of a future!"

Su Yan rolled his eyes at him. "What the hell do you know?!!!"