NBA: Stealing LeBron's First FMVP
Chapter 43

But my three-pointers aren't weak either!

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Home gym:

"Congratulations, host. Speed attribute increased by 1 point."

Speed: 78-79!

"Congratulations, host. Explosiveness attribute increased by 1 point."

Explosiveness: 76-77!

"Congratulations, host. Strength attribute increased by 1 point."

Strength: 75-76!

"Congratulations, host. Jumping attribute increased by 1 point."

Jumping: 77-78!

"Congratulations, host. Agility attribute increased by 1 point."

Agility: 75-76!

As Su Yi had recently been spending his training time on improving his physical attributes, during this morning's session, the system sent out a string of attribute upgrade prompts one after another.

The corners of Su Yi's mouth were harder to suppress than an AK, and in an instant, another surge of strength poured into his body.

He trained for a full two and a half hours before stopping.

Su Yi quickly went to wash up and change clothes, then came to the home therapy room and said, "Cutler, sorry for the trouble."

With that, Su Yi lay down on the massage table.

Therapist Cutler Garland immediately began massaging Su Yi, muttering, "Boss, you're too polite. This is all part of my job."

"Just a courtesy."

Su Yi replied lightly.

After all, the two of them might have been raised with different educations.

Around 3 PM, Su Yi arrived at the Quick Loan Center Arena to start preparing for tonight's game.

Their opponent tonight was the Western Conference powerhouse, the New Orleans Pelicans Hornets.

Ever since the New Orleans Hornets drafted Chris Paul last season, the team had suddenly become a contender for the playoffs.

Unfortunately, they fell short at the final step, finishing last season with a record of 38 wins and 44 losses—a record that couldn't get them into the playoffs in the West.

The New Orleans Hornets' management was well aware of this, so they chose to make a trade this summer.

They completed a sign-and-trade with the Indiana Pacers to transfer Peja Stojakovic.

The New Orleans Hornets received a sum of cash in the deal, while the Indiana Pacers got Andrew Betts, a second-round pick from the 1998 draft by the New Orleans Hornets.

Peja Stojakovic signed a 5-year, $64 million contract with the New Orleans Hornets.

This sharpshooter's arrival at the New Orleans Hornets greatly elevated the team's competitive level in the West.

Averaging 17.8 points, 4.2 rebounds, and 3.3 assists per game, he helped the team achieve an 11-9 record.

In response, Mike Brown changed the starting lineup to deal with this 206 cm sharpshooter.

"LeBron, for tonight's game, you're moving back to the three spot. Your job is to limit Peja on the other side."

In the locker room, Mike Brown looked at LeBron James and said.

LeBron James: "..."

Mike, I'll remember this!

LeBron James nodded reluctantly.

Then Mike Brown turned to Larry Hughes and said, "Larry, you'll play point guard tonight. I want you to contain Chris, understand?"

"Got it!"

Larry Hughes nodded in reply.

Hearing this, Eric Snow and Damon Jones both felt like crying.

Su Yi looked at the Mike Brown in front of him, feeling like this was different from the one he knew in his past life. Wasn't Mike Brown supposed to only know defense? Wasn't he supposed to just give the ball to LeBron James on offense?

It seemed all of that was fake.

Probably, in his past life, Mike Brown was timid and hesitant, but now he was throwing heavy punches.

Seeing this, the corners of Su Yi's mouth lifted slightly.

Then Su Yi swept his gaze over his current teammates.

Able to drag a bunch of stat-padders, ball-hogs, and a technically flawed LeBron James to the Finals in his past life—how could these teammates, including Mike Brown, possibly be bad?

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was 7 PM.

With the arena announcer's introductions and the fans' cheers, the home team Cleveland Cavaliers walked out one by one from the player tunnel.

Of course, LeBron James was still the last one out.

Su Yi had no objection to this; after all, you have to eat the cake one bite at a time.

He was already quite satisfied with his current position as the offensive core.

The so-called team leader?

Did he care?

No, he didn't.

What did being the team leader matter?

Now, wasn't he still reduced to being his support?

The greatest second-in-command in history—LeBron James.

Scottie Pippen: ???

Su Yi: Sorry, let me fix that.

The second-greatest second-in-command in history—LeBron James.

Scottie Pippen: (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

After the introduction ceremony, players from both sides began warming up.

During warm-ups, Peja Stojakovic quietly watched Su Yi on the other side of the court.

After all, Peja Stojakovic already had terrifying stats—averaging 2.6 three-pointers per game at a 40.8% clip.

But this super rookie Su Yi was even more terrifying—shooting an insane 53.8% from three while averaging 3.8 makes per game.

For a fellow three-point shooter like Peja Stojakovic, that level of gravity was irresistible.

As Peja watched Su Yi warm up, shot after shot splashed through the net.

A look of shock crept onto his face. How many threes had that been in a row?

"Peja, what are you looking at?"

David West walked over curiously.

Peja had been standing still for several minutes without moving.

"That rookie's three-point shot is insane!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Peja jumped, hung in the air, kicked his legs, and released a three-pointer.

The ball arced gracefully through the air.

Swish. It nestled perfectly into the net's embrace.

A slight smile tugged at Peja's lips as he declared with fighting spirit, "But my three-point shot isn't weak either!"

David West was baffled and scratched his bald head.

Forget it, he'd just focus on warming up.

Even though the season had only started a month ago, every early game was crucial for the New Orleans Hornets.

In the early part of the season, while other teams weren't taking them seriously yet, they needed to rack up as many wins as possible.

Otherwise, after the All-Star break, things would get brutal.

Especially in the West—almost every season, teams fought tooth and nail after the All-Star break.

Even the top eight in the West, every game felt like a Game 7.

Because the win differential among the West's top eight was razor-thin, especially from first to fourth, and fifth to eighth.

As for the East, the competition wasn't as fierce. Generally, after the All-Star break, the standings were mostly set.

The only real battle in the East was for the eighth seed.

Warm-ups ended, and both teams' starters shed their warm-up jackets and stepped onto the court.

The arena announcer took the opportunity to introduce the starting lineups to the fans in the stands and watching on TV.

Cleveland Cavaliers starters: Larry Hughes, Su Yi, LeBron James, Drew Gooden, Big Z.

New Orleans Hornets starters: Chris Paul, Devin Brown, Peja Stojakovic, David West, Tyson Chandler.

Su Yi muttered the name of the man he was matched up against: Devin Brown?

Devin Booker's dad? Hah!

(Devin Booker: Are you serious?)

Su Yi hadn't really paid attention to his matchup's name before the game.

Most of his focus had been on the other four starters.

"BEEP!"

With the whistle, the game officially began.

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