Try It and You'll Die

After Su Yi officially signed with the Cleveland Cavaliers, he vanished from the media's sight.

This left many journalists deeply disappointed, since Su Yi now carried enormous buzz. If they could land an interview with him, they'd rake in a fortune.

Unfortunately, Su Yi had no intention of letting them cash in on that.

For Su Yi, he didn't need media reporters to hype him up, didn't need some flashy nickname like "The Chosen One" to make fans know who he was. He wanted to let his on-court performance introduce himself to the fans.

With his identity and looks, Su Yi really wasn't short on buzz factor anyway.

More importantly, Su Yi was busy—busy training. He wanted to make the most of this offseason to get stronger.

To be honest, Su Yi's current foundation was a bit lacking:

Name: Su Yi

Gender: Male; Height: 198cm; Weight: 96kg; Wingspan: 221cm.

Speed: 73; Explosiveness: 71; Strength: 70

Vertical: 73; Stamina: 81; Agility: 70

Layup: 72; Mid-range: 83; Three-point: 95

Dunk: 70; Pull-up Shot: 70; Free Throw: 72

Steal: 75; Block: 71; Rebound: 70

Passing Vision: 70; Playmaking: 70

Defensive Ability: 73; Offensive Ability: 73

Ball Handling: 71; Passing: 72

Injury Immunity: 99

Overall Rating: C

Skills:

Hot Potato Master (When receiving a teammate's pass within the last 5 seconds of the 24-second shot clock, shooting percentage increases by 50%)

At this moment, Su Yi was starting to doubt his system's name: NBA Superstar Training System.

Maybe you should just go back to your original name: LeBron Hater Training System.

Su Yi: "Hater, say something!"

System: "..."

Whenever all attributes reached a double-digit threshold, the system would reward a skill pack.

Like when Su Yi's all attributes hit 70.

He got a skill pack.

But when he opened the skill, he was dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Hot Potato Master?

Right then, Su Yi truly understood—there really was a plan in the unseen!

As for how to improve attributes, each stat had instructions behind it on how to raise it.

For example, Three-point: 95 (Make 50,000 three-pointers to raise to 96)

And with each upgrade, the difficulty would gradually increase.

Like going from 95 to 96 in three-point shooting!

Going from 96 to 97 would probably take 60,000 three-pointers, or even more!

It was just training.

Though it wasn't as explosive as other systems, Su Yi was satisfied—he could see his progress with his own eyes.

As long as he dripped sweat, it would turn into his power, to crush LeBron... uh, "loyally assist."

Before being drafted by the Cleveland Cavaliers, Su Yi had been gearing up, planning to develop for 1-2 seasons before making his move.

He was going to punch LeBron James in the face and stomp on LeBron Stans—this was the peak for him as a LeBron Hater, hah!

But then the Cleveland Cavaliers drafted him, and all that was destroyed.

He still had to "loyally assist" LeBron James.

Otherwise, if GM LeBron got unhappy and benched him to the water cooler, he wouldn't even have a chance to cry.

Luckily, Su Yi had mastered workplace politics and social graces in his past life.

In plain terms, he knew how to talk to people—sweet words for saints, smooth lies for devils.

For someone like LeBron James, you just flatter him like crazy.

Every time Su Yi thought about how he, a LeBron Hater, had to suck up to LeBron James, it felt like the sky was falling.

Su Yi silently comforted himself: In ancient times, Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs; today, Su Yi sleeps on brushwood and tastes gall.

Ah, what a sigh!

Train, train—training makes me happy.

Day after day passed, and Su Yi trained hard every day, bulking up relentlessly, driving himself like an ox.

Fourteen hours of training a day—even an ox would shake its head!

Maybe it was because Su Yi's injury immunity was as high as 99%, but the fatigue from the previous day's training vanished after one good night's sleep.

Waking up, it was another beautiful day.

(System: Could it be that in your past life, you were a beast of burden?)

(Su Yi: Holy shit **********)

Time rolled into August, and basketball fans from all over the world flocked to Little Japan.

This year's World Championship would be held in Little Japan.

"Yi, why aren't you going? Why stay home and watch?"

Xu Rui asked, puzzled.

Xu Rui had already bought two tickets to Little Japan, planning to go with Su Yi for a vacation and catch the World Championship live.

And what happened? Su Yi turned it down.

In the end, Xu Rui didn't go either—what fun was it going alone?

"A Rui, I need to train!"

Su Yi replied guiltily.

It wasn't like he couldn't train if he went to Little Japan; he could train anytime.

He was just afraid that if he went to Little Japan, he wouldn't be able to control Little Su Yi and would end up face-to-face with the teachers from the F Drive.

After all, money could make it happen.

Though he didn't have much money, Xu Rui did—Xu Rui was at least a rich second-generation!

Su Yi's late parents and Xu Rui's parents were close friends.

But Su Yi's parents died in a car accident when he was eight.

After they passed, Su Yi was taken in by Xu Rui's parents.

So the two of them were really tight.

"You can train there too—I'll find you a gym!"

Xu Rui tried to persuade Su Yi again.

"Forget it, A Rui. Next time!"

Su Yi refused again, mercilessly.

"Fine!" Xu Rui replied, looking helpless.

Then Xu Rui asked curiously, "Yi, who do you favor? The Dream Team?"

"A Rui, is there a hole in your head? Favor the Dream Team?" Su Yi said in surprise.

"Yi, the Dream Team, led by the Platinum Generation's Dwyane Wade, Carmelo, and LeBron, plus the rest are all All-Star level—tell me how they lose!"

Xu Rui shot back immediately.

"A Rui, you don't know how toxic LeBron is. Hah!

Tell you what, A Rui, want to make a bet?"

Su Yi said.

"Bet on what."

"If I win, you listen to me on big matters from now on. If you win, I listen to you."

"Deal!"

The two high-fived, sealing the bet verbally.

Then Su Yi grinned at Xu Rui and said, "A Rui, lend me some cash to spend!"

"No problem. How much do you need?" Xu Rui replied without a second thought.

"All of it. Lend me everything you've got."

Su Yi had a flash of inspiration—this was easy money, no point not taking it.

The next day, Su Yi took all 1.03 million USD he'd borrowed from Xu Rui and bet it on Spain winning the championship.

Odds: 1 to 13!

A clean profit of over 10 million—though taxes still had to be paid, of course.

Last night, when Su Yi learned that Xu Rui had saved up 1.03 million USD from the allowance his parents gave him, Su Yi was green with envy. He immediately dragged Xu Rui out to eat, with Xu Rui picking up the tab.

But now, Su Yi was complaining that Xu Rui hadn't saved enough.

As for Su Yi himself, he kept a few tens of thousands of dollars for the Dream Team's use.

After all, the odds for that game were pretty high—Su Yi remembered it was something like 1 to 21.

"Yi, you're insane!"

Xu Rui stared as Su Yi, without even blinking, dropped all 1.03 million on Spain. That took some serious guts.

He wouldn't dare do it himself. If it were up to him, he'd bet on the Dream Team.

Still, Xu Rui wasn't worried about Su Yi not being able to pay him back. After all, Su Yi was an NBA player now.

Sure, his contract was a rookie deal, so the pay was modest, but Su Yi's commercial value was plain to see.

Ever since Su Yi was drafted by the Cleveland Cavaliers, plenty of brands had offered millions to get him as an endorser.

But Su Yi thought the contracts were too small and turned them all down.

At that moment, Xu Rui truly admired Su Yi from the bottom of his heart.

For a second, the thought even crossed his mind: Maybe I should try getting hit by a car too!

Su Yi: Try it, and you'll be dead.