Adjustments: Baby-Faced God's Driving Showcase!

Curry had no temper?!

Curry had plenty of temper.

He had a lot of it.

He wasn't afraid of Alafuluo, let alone "FMVP"-caliber Billups.

If they wanted to get physical, fine.

If they wanted to fight, fine.

Curry was getting a little carried away. He didn't just want to score on Alafuluo—he insisted on doing it with a three-pointer.

As it happened...

Alafuluo was focused solely on Curry's three-point shot, hounding him aggressively and giving him no space at all.

With that kind of pressure,

even Su Yan would struggle to attack if he lacked the strength, speed, and explosiveness.

He wouldn't have an easy time scoring, either.

He couldn't just launch every shot from the logo or the center circle, could he?

That wasn't realistic.

So... the more Curry, with his one-dimensional offense, tried to get back at Alafuluo, the less it worked.

"Clang!"

He forced up a shot, barely getting off a drifting three, and missed again.

Alafuluo laughed triumphantly, hounding Curry from behind like a mad dog. "Your body's as soft as cotton.

I barely touch you, and you wilt.

Being this sensitive isn't a good thing!!!"

"Tch!"

Curry curled his lip, even more annoyed.

George immediately ran over and pulled Curry away. "Stephen, don't let his trash talk get to you."

Su Yan had been watching the two of them the whole time. He'd waited until Curry started playing out of spite, determined to punish Alafuluo.

He went over and slapped Curry's hand, then said calmly, "If you keep getting hung up on him and playing like this, how are you any different from Carmelo?!

You're 'Baby-Faced God.'

Do you need to prove to him how good your three-point shot is?!

Scoring is what matters.

Making baskets is how you win, right?!"

Curry paused, then immediately