The Spurs' Vicious Scheme, The Knicks' Promise!

Midnight.

Su Yan walked out of the arena.

The fire that had been making him restless all this time had also vanished. With the cool night breeze blowing over him, he felt utterly refreshed!!!

Why?!

Su Yan still didn't understand. It definitely wasn't because of looking at beautiful women, since this had only suddenly appeared recently.

Recently?

Su Yan suddenly realized something.

He immediately asked the system, "Was this fire inside me a side effect of [Steel Muscles and Iron Bones] strengthening my body?!"

[Replying to host: That is correct. Under the enhancement of [Steel Muscles and Iron Bones], the host's entire physique has been strengthened, blood circulation has accelerated, and liver fire is flourishing.

You need to let off steam!!!]

So that was it.

Then why didn't you tell me earlier when you clearly knew? You had me making wild guesses and panicking this whole time.

Su Yan complained.

[Replying to host: Because you did not ask me!]

???

That fucking rebuttal made so much sense that I had nothing to say!!!

The arena cheerleaders' Locker Room.

Rebecca lay sprawled on a bench, utterly drained. Only after resting for quite a while did she slowly climb back up.

She was exhausted.

She was incredibly tired right now, yet she was also thoroughly enjoying it inside. Su Yan had given her happiness unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

He was even more formidable than she had imagined.

She loved him even more now.

After sitting up and resting for a while longer, Rebecca wiped away the streaks of blood on the floor and cleaned it up.

Only then did she bend over and slowly walk out of the Locker Room.

The next day.

9:00 a.m.

Su Yan arrived at the arena for his usual training. Even though... he had battled for several hours last night.

After waking up from a night's sleep.

He didn't feel particularly tired. This was probably also the physical recovery brought by [Steel Muscles and Iron Bones].

He had barely trained for a while.

When Rebecca also arrived at the arena, preparing to practice dancing.

She still looked somewhat weak. Even though she was a dancer with decent stamina.

There was nothing she could do about it.

Su Yan was stronger than she had imagined.

She passed by the court with her fellow cheerleaders on her way to the dance studio, meeting Su Yan's eyes.

They each gave a slight nod in greeting.

Rebecca deeply loved Su Yan, so she naturally knew how much damage it would do to him if their relationship were exposed too early.

She had understood that clearly from the moment she disabled every camera last night.

She knew what she needed to do.

As for Su Yan, it couldn't be called love—at least, not yet.

He had been carried away by the fire inside him and Rebecca's temptation.

Of course... after the happiness they had shared in the Locker Room, he would definitely see Rebecca differently from the other cheerleaders.

Su Yan trained with his teammates. Tonight, the Knicks would host... the Charlotte Bobcats.

The team had "Martial Saint" Stephen Jackson, whose style was explosive. He was one of the infamous participants in the "The Palace of Auburn Hills incident."

Violence had practically become synonymous with him.

The team also had "The King," Gerald Wallace. His style was equally violent, and he liked using brute force to solve his offensive problems.

His defensive ability was especially formidable as well.

This year, he had a chance to contend for DPOY.

Those two had secured the Bobcats a playoff spot and were pushing for an even better ranking!!!

After becoming Su Yan's agent, the first major thing Augustin did for him was choose a new contract extension.

Two key points.

First, which team to choose.

Second, the salary.

Of course... Su Yan had also offered some advice: prioritize a major city, be the team's centerpiece, and specifically stressed that if the Rockets wanted to sign him, they had to fire Mo Gou first.

Augustin did not understand.

But he did as instructed.

Mo Gou was completely dumbfounded. He reported it to his superiors, and after learning the reason, the owner was utterly baffled.

In the end.

Everyone unanimously concluded that Su Yan hated fat people.

Mo Gou was a deadweight fatso.

And even if they fired Mo Gou, Su Yan would only possibly choose the Rockets. The Rockets could not take that risk.

Even though.

They desperately hoped Yao Ming and Su Yan could join forces. One inside, one outside—they would make an outstanding duo.

With that in mind.

Augustin swiftly narrowed the options down to three teams.

First, the Clippers.

Second, the Knicks.

Third, the Bulls.

The Clippers had three centers protecting the paint, allowing Su Yan unlimited freedom to fire away from the perimeter.

Los Angeles was also a great location.

A four-year, 20 million USD annual contract was quite substantial.

The Knicks were likewise based in a major city. Staying with one team would also look good, and becoming the team leader was only a matter of time.

As for the Bulls, under the halo of the God of Basketball, their popularity was clearly inferior.

The contract had yet to be offered, but... manager Donnie Walsh promised that he would definitely give him a satisfactory price.

And if he could go to the Bulls and form the "Twin Stars" with last year's Top Pick, Derrick Rose, their ceiling would be limitless.

Not only would they be strong, they could even contend for a championship.

A three-year, 20 million USD annual contract—because it was only for three years, its value exceeded Top Pick Griffin's four-year, 24 million USD deal.

Fewer years, higher pay.

That would allow Su Yan to secure another major contract sooner in the future. It was also quite a good offer.

At the very least.

No other Undrafted player had ever received a contract like this so early in his career.

"For an Undrafted player to be this competitive, Su Yan is truly incredible!"

Augustin exclaimed as he organized the materials and information.

Afternoon arrived.

While the entire Knicks roster actively prepared... a piece of news released that morning, after fermenting for several hours.

Exploded across the league.

The news said: Rumors claimed that the Knicks only wanted to offer Su Yan a lowball four-year, 8 million USD contract.

Su Yan refused and fell out with the Knicks.

In the end, Su Yan chose the Spurs as his next destination, signing a four-year, 20 million USD deal. It would be officially announced tomorrow, so the other teams should stop struggling.

Over the past few days.

The entire league had gone crazy trying to sign Su Yan, and the question of which team he would ultimately choose had become an extremely hot topic.

Everyone was watching closely.

Quite a few teams had had their offers rejected by Augustin, making the outcome all the more uncertain.

In an instant.

Everyone believed the news.

Some thought the Knicks were being unfair. Su Yan was so outstanding, yet they were offering him such a low price.

Others marveled that the Spurs' GDP was already formidable enough. If they added Elite Shooter Su Yan to the mix.

They would be even more terrifying.

It would practically be the equivalent of locking up the championship in advance.

Some people argued... Su Yan was a product of the Small Ball Era, so why would he go to a championship team and become the fourth option?

Even if he won a championship that way, so what?

Everyone felt Su Yan lacked the qualities of a leader!!!

For a time... opinions flew everywhere.

But no matter what, it at least stirred up buzz, and everyone believed the news was genuine.

And the result?!

It was actually fake news.

After Augustin turned down their offer, the Spurs management had Popovich come up with this vicious scheme.

He guessed that Su Yan was highly likely to stay with the Knicks in the big city and become the team's core.

Provided the Knicks offered a good enough price.

He tried to use this method to destroy the trust between Su Yan and the Knicks.

"Ridiculous! This is complete nonsense!"

After learning of the news and noticing the public discourse spreading around it, General Manager Donnie Walsh flew into a rage.

"It has to be that Popovich pulling strings. That old fox is far too cunning!"

Walsh was furious.

D'Antoni's expression was not much better either. He said gravely, "No matter who did it, the problem has already appeared.

So.

The key is to solve it!!!"

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