Su Million and Xu Ten Million

"A Rui, look at him throwing his hands up again—what's he even complaining about!"

"A Rui, look at him passing the buck again—a few seconds left on the shot clock, and he tosses the ball like that!"

"A Rui..."

At that moment, the TV was playing the 2006 Basketball World Championship semifinals: Dream Team vs. Greece.

Su Yi and Xu Rui were watching the game together at home, chatting while relentlessly roasting LeBron James.

Ever since the World Championship started, Su Yi had been doing this nonstop.

He wanted to dye the pure white Xu Rui pitch black.

Come on, A Rui, the LeBron Hater club welcomes you!

Xu Rui, a fan who'd only been following basketball for a little over a year, stared at the content playing on the TV screen and listened to Su Yi's endless stream of complaints. Gradually, he found himself nodding along in agreement.

If Xu Rui remembered correctly, LeBron James had averaged 31.4 points per game last season. So how did he get those numbers?

His offensive game was painfully one-dimensional.

Xu Rui was genuinely baffled.

Even more confusing—why was he the one holding the ball when the team had two point guards?

And on top of that, he couldn't even space the floor. Was he a good passer?

Good, my ass?

He wasn't creating any space for his teammates—just forcing passes like a blind idiot.

No wonder Su Yi didn't like LeBron James.

This guy was honestly kind of trash.

As time ticked by, the scales of victory gradually tipped toward Greece.

"Yi, why does the Dream Team insist on letting LeBron hold the ball at the top of the arc? It feels useless. Sure, he has driving ability, but he can't break through the opponent's defense."

Xu Rui had been rooting for the Dream Team, and seeing this made him feel like they were wasting their potential!

He voiced his confusion.

"A Rui, think about it—if he doesn't hold the ball, what can he do?

He has no off-ball movement and no outside shooting. So if they put him in, they have to let him handle the ball."

Su Yi paused, picked up the Happy Water from the table, took a sip, and continued:

"What's even funnier is that he holds the ball forever, then when he can't drive in, he passes it right before the shot clock expires.

What's the receiver supposed to do? Shoot, of course!

If it goes in, he gets an assist. If it misses, it's not his fault.

Tell me—does that kind of pass deserve any credit?"

As soon as Su Yi finished, Xu Rui slapped his thigh and said, "Damn, so he's the one making himself look good and the one screwing things up.

No wonder his per-game stats last season were so nice—there's definitely some fluff in there."

The two kept talking as they watched the game winding down.

The score was now 97 to 91, Greece leading by 6.

The Dream Team had the ball. It went to LeBron James, who quickly dribbled it past half-court.

Anyone normal would've chosen to shoot a three—gotta gamble if you want to turn a bike into a motorcycle.

But what did LeBron do?

He did the exact opposite—he drove!

He went straight into the defender and went for a layup.

And missed!

Luckily, they grabbed the offensive rebound and put it back in, cutting the deficit to 4 points with 27 seconds left.

Then the Dream Team pressed full-court and forced Greece into a 5-second inbound violation.

Turnover. Dream Team ball.

They inbounded it to Carmelo Anthony.

Carmelo Anthony didn't hesitate—he shot a three. He knew perfectly well that only a three-pointer gave them a sliver of hope; a two-pointer was just slow death.

Clang!

It didn't go in.

Under the basket, Paul fouled while going for the rebound, sending a Greek player to the free-throw line.

Greece sank both free throws, pushing the lead back to 6.

24 seconds left on the clock.

"A Rui, you wanna bet this guy goes for a two again?"

As soon as Su Yi finished speaking, the ball was passed to LeBron James.

LeBron James took the ball from the backcourt to the frontcourt, then drove inside, leaped high, and finished with a two-handed dunk.

Very "domineering," but utterly useless.

"Damn, Yi, it's exactly like you said."

Xu Rui hadn't expected Su Yi to predict LeBron James's move.

"Hahaha, A Rui, there's even more interesting stuff. Just wait and see his shooting percentage and his scoring in the final quarter."

Su Yi laughed as he teased.

"Oh?"

Xu Rui didn't even watch the game; he pulled out his phone to check.

While Xu Rui was checking, the game ended with Greece beating the Dream Team, led by the Platinum Generation's LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, and Carmelo Anthony, 101 to 95, sending them home by 6 points.

"Damn, damn!"

When Xu Rui saw LeBron James's stats, he couldn't help but shout.

"Haha, interesting, right?"

Su Yi laughed loudly.

"He scored 17 points total, 7 in the fourth quarter. Those 7 include the consecutive drives to the basket for layups and dunks in the last 40 seconds."

Xu Rui couldn't help but analyze from the stat sheet.

Su Yi added:

"And then there's the 4 points in the final moments, shooting 3-for-2, looks really efficient, right? PER looks nice.

Just looking at the stats, you'd think how amazing LeBron James is, how hard he tried.

But if you watch the game, it instantly flips 180 degrees. What the hell is this guy doing?

Why isn't he shooting threes? Why grab those twos?

That doesn't help the team at all; it's just a pure waste of time to close the gap."

As Su Yi spoke, Xu Rui nodded along. He completely agreed with Su Yi.

The Dream Team's loss was definitely on LeBron James's shoulders.

But the next second, Su Yi's words left Xu Rui dumbfounded.

"A Rui, do you believe that most of tomorrow's reports will say: James fought hard and dared to take charge in the decisive moments!

James scored 4 points in the last minute of the game, but his missed threes couldn't save the team!

James did his best, but the opponent was just too accurate."

As Su Yi finished speaking, Xu Rui stared at him in disbelief, as if to say: Really?

Su Yi obviously understood Xu Rui's expression and said with a smile: "Just check the reports tomorrow and you'll see."

The next day, Xu Rui rushed out first thing to buy every major sports newspaper, and the results were basically no different from what Su Yi had said.

Damn! Damn!

Xu Rui grabbed the newspapers and sprinted to Su Yi's house, wanting to share this with him.

But then he saw Su Yi wearing weird clothes, with makeup on, a changed hairstyle, and sunglasses on his face.

If he hadn't grown up with Su Yi, Xu Rui wouldn't have recognized him at first.

"Yi, what are you doing?" Xu Rui asked, confused.

"Going to collect my prize. I bet everything I had on Greece, 1 to 21 odds, a clean profit of over 1.3 million. From now on, call me Su Million!"

After showing off, Su Yi walked out the door to claim his winnings.

Leaving Xu Rui standing there, stunned.

A few seconds later, Xu Rui snapped out of it and quickly chased after him: "Yi, wait for me, I'm coming too."

Two and a half hours later, Su Yi and Xu Rui returned home, both excited.

Su Yi had just cashed in his prize. Since the amount was large, the redemption point staff provided a check, and the winner needed to deposit it into the bank.

Su Yi and Xu Rui had just come back from the bank.

A total of 1.362 million.

Su Yi had officially become Su Million.

"Yi, why didn't you put all the money you borrowed from me into this?" Xu Rui asked, puzzled.

"You can't have your cake and eat it too!

If I bet on this, I could only place the wager on Spain winning the championship at that time. But with the Dream Team eliminated, Spain's championship odds dropped directly to 2.3 times!

Anyway, don't dwell on it. We both made money."

"After the finals are over, I'm going to call you Xu Ten Million!"

Hearing Su Yi's words, Xu Rui's pupils widened, his face brimming with excitement, as if he could see piles of cash flowing into his pockets.

If it really worked out, Xu Rui would immediately take the money to show off to his parents.

After all, this was the first time he had "earned" so much money.

If Su Yi knew what Xu Rui was thinking, he would definitely dismiss it.

After all, as a reincarnator and a programmer, he had far too many ways to make money.