Try It and Die

After Su Yi officially signed with the Cleveland Cavaliers, he disappeared from the media spotlight.

This left many reporters deeply disappointed. After all, Su Yi was a hot topic these days.

If they could interview him, they would make a fortune.

Unfortunately, Su Yi had no intention of making them that money.

He didn't need reporters to sing his praises or give him some flashy nickname like "Chosen One" just to get fans to know him.

He wanted fans to get to know him through his performance on the court.

With his background and good looks, Su Yi certainly wasn't short on buzz.

More importantly, he was busy. Busy training.

He wanted to make the most of the offseason and become stronger.

To be honest, Su Yi's fundamentals were a little lacking at the moment:

Name: Su Yi

Gender: Male; height: 198 cm; weight: 96 kg; wingspan: 221 cm.

Speed: 73; explosiveness: 71; strength: 70

Jumping: 73; stamina: 81; agility: 70

Layups: 72; mid-range shots: 83; three-pointers: 95

Dunks: 70; pull-up shots: 70; free throws: 72

Steals: 75; blocks: 71; rebounds: 70

Passing vision: 70; playmaking: 70

Defense: 73; offense: 73

Ball handling: 71; passing: 72

Injury immunity: 99

Overall ability: C

Skills:

Hot Potato Master (When you receive a teammate's pass in the final five seconds of the 24-second shot clock, your shot percentage increases by 50%.)

At that moment, Su Yi even began to doubt the name of his system: NBA Superstar Training System.

Why not just go back to its original name: LeBron Hater Training System?

Su Yi: "Haters, speak up!"

System: "..."

Whenever all his attributes reached a number ending in zero, the system would reward him with a skill pack.

That was what happened when Su Yi got all his attributes up to 70.

He received a skill pack.

But when he opened it, he was dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Hot Potato Master?

At that very moment, Su Yi finally understood that everything was arranged by fate!

As for how to improve his attributes, each one came with an explanation of how to raise it.

For example, three-pointers: 95 (make 50,000 three-pointers to reach 96).

And with every increase, the difficulty would grow.

Like going from 95 to 96 in three-pointers!

To get from 96 to 97, he would probably need to make 60,000 shots, or even more!

It was just training, after all.

It might not be as outrageous as some other systems, but Su Yi was satisfied. He could see his progress with his own eyes.

Every drop of sweat would become his strength, enough to crush LeBron... Ahem, to "support him well."

Before the Cleveland Cavaliers drafted him, Su Yi had been determined to spend one or two seasons developing before making his move.

He would punch LeBron James and stomp on LeBron Stans. It would be the pinnacle of his career as a LeBron Hater. Heh!

But after the Cleveland Cavaliers drafted him, all of that went up in smoke.

He still had to "support" LeBron James.

Otherwise, if GM LeBron got displeased and stuck him on the bench, he wouldn't even have anyone to cry to.

Luckily, in his previous life, Su Yi had been a master of workplace politics.

In plain terms, he knew how to say the right thing to the right person.

And with someone like LeBron James, all he had to do was flatter him for all he was worth.

Whenever Su Yi thought about how he, a LeBron Hater, had to kiss LeBron James's ass, it felt like the sky was falling.

Su Yi silently consoled himself: In ancient times, Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs. Today, Su Yi would bide his time and endure hardship.

sigh!

Training, training. Training made him happy.

Day after day passed. Su Yi trained hard and worked hard to build muscle, treating himself like a beast of burden.

He trained for fourteen hours a day. Even an ox would shake its head at that!

Maybe it was because his injury immunity was as high as 99. Whatever the reason, he could sleep off all the fatigue from the previous day's training.

Every time he woke up, it was a beautiful new day.

(System: Could it be because you were a workhorse in your previous life?)

(Su Yi: What the fuck **********)

By August, basketball fans from all over the world were heading to Little Japan.

This year's World Championship would be held there.

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

Xu Rui asked, confused.

Xu Rui had already bought two tickets to Little Japan. He'd planned to go there with Su Yi for a vacation and catch the World Championship in person.

But then Su Yi turned him down.

In the end, Xu Rui didn't go either. What was the point of going alone?

"A Rui, I have to train!"

Su Yi replied guiltily.

It wasn't as if he couldn't train in Little Japan. He could train anywhere.

He was just afraid that once he got there, he wouldn't be able to control his little Su Yi and would give in to the temptation of face-to-face lessons with the teachers on the F Drive.

All it took was money.

He didn't have much, but Xu Rui did. Xu Rui was a rich kid, after all!

Su Yi's parents and Xu Rui's parents had been friends.

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

Afterward, Xu Rui's parents had taken him in.

That was why their friendship was so solid.

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

Xu Rui tried to persuade Su Yi again.

"Forget it, A Rui. Maybe next time!"

Su Yi turned him down again, without mercy.

"Fine!" Xu Rui replied helplessly.

Then he asked curiously, "Yi, who do you think will win? The Dream Team?"

"A Rui, is something wrong with your brain? You think the Dream Team will win?" Su Yi asked in surprise.

"Yi, the Dream Team is led by the Platinum Generation's Dwyane Wade, Carmelo, and LeBron. The rest of the players are All-Stars, too. Tell me, how could they lose?"

Xu Rui immediately shot back.

"A Rui, you don't understand how toxic LeBron is! Heh!

"How about a bet, A Rui?"

Su Yi said.

"What are we betting?"

"If I win, you'll listen to me when it comes to important matters from now on. If I lose, I'll listen to you."

"Deal!"

The two slapped hands, sealing the bet with a verbal agreement.

Then Su Yi turned to Xu Rui with a grin. "A Rui, lend me some money."

"Sure. How much do you need?" Xu Rui replied without hesitation.

"All of it. However much you have, I'll borrow it."

Su Yi had a sudden inspiration. It would be a shame to let this easy money go to waste.

The next day, Su Yi used all the 1.03 million dollars he'd borrowed from Xu Rui to bet on Spain winning the championship.

The odds were 13 to 1!

He'd make over ten million in profit, though he'd have to pay taxes, too.

The night before, when Su Yi learned that Xu Rui had saved up 1.03 million dollars from the allowance his parents gave him, he'd been so envious that he immediately dragged Xu Rui out to eat, with Xu Rui paying the bill.

Now, though, Su Yi thought Xu Rui hadn't saved enough.

As for the few thousand dollars Su Yi had kept for himself, he planned to bet on the Dream Team.

After all, the odds on that match were pretty good. He remembered them being something like 21 to 1.

"Yi, you're incredible!"

Xu Rui stared at Su Yi, who had bet the entire 1.03 million on Spain without even blinking. That took guts.

He wouldn't have dared to do it himself. If he were betting, he'd definitely bet on the Dream Team.

But Xu Rui wasn't worried about Su Yi being unable to pay him back. Su Yi was an NBA player now, after all.

Sure, it was a rookie contract, so he wasn't earning much, but Su Yi had plenty of commercial value.

Ever since the Cleveland Cavaliers drafted Su Yi, plenty of brands had offered him several million to endorse their products.

Su Yi had simply thought the offers were too small and turned them down.

At that moment, Xu Rui truly admired Su Yi.

Every now and then, Xu Rui would find himself thinking: Maybe I should try getting hit by a car!

Su Yi: "Try it and die!"