Chapter 17

Kevin O'Neill couldn't be bothered with him, immediately looking at Bosh, "Chris, you go in. Crush that 'Number 7', the little brat who should be called Su Yan."

"Understood."

Bosh smiled slightly, full of confidence.

8 points, 1 assist, 2 steals.

Although Su Yan's stats looked flashy, the overall feeling his offense gave people was very ordinary; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was just very lucky.

So.

He, Bosh, had absolute confidence that he would crush Su Yan.

Bulls bench.

"Clap!"

The players high-fived Su Yan one by one as he came off to rest.

"Su, you played too well."

Hinrich gave a thumbs up, laughing in praise.

"Still the familiar offense."

Center Blount also smiled and remarked, "A game-reading ability so strong it's suffocating. Those Raptors players simply can't handle it."

The teammates all clapped and praised him.

Each of them felt even more amazed inside: it was clear Su Yan's talent was so ordinary and his ball skills so mediocre, yet he was able to score continuously.

And continuously limit the opponent's scoring.

This was truly bizarrely strong.

"Beautiful!"

Skiles couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Su, I was actually a little worried you might get stage fright, but it seems I worried too much.

Well played.

Keep playing like this, and you'll shock everyone, stunning the entire league."

"Yes, Coach."

Su Yan nodded.

At this stage, even without the coach saying it, he would play every Summer League game well.

Only in this way could he occupy the dominant position in the subsequent contract negotiations.

Meanwhile.

In the stands.

Before Hinrich and Bosh returned to the court, the fans who hadn't paid much attention to the game didn't know much about Su Yan's situation.

However, the various scouts sitting scattered around.

Fixed their gazes on Su Yan. At this moment... the feeling Su Yan gave them was: he was clearly attacking well, yet he felt incredibly ordinary.

This was very strange.

It was even somewhat eerie.

This left the scouts a bit confused for a moment, unsure what kind of existence Su Yan really was, and they could only stare straight at him, continuing to observe.

Observing impatiently.

"Beep! Beep!"

Soon.

The timeout ended.

Both starting lineups returned.

"Whoa~"

The return of Hinrich and Bosh got the fans interested again, drawing their attention back to the game, and the arena atmosphere began to rise.

Raptors ball.

After Pargo brought the ball up, he handed it off to Bosh at the top of the arc, then asked for a screen and moved to the right high post.

What's this?

A mismatch against... Su Yan.

Holding the ball in his right hand, looking at Su Yan, who was half a head shorter than him, he attacked decisively, charging to the right low post, and then... stopped abruptly and pulled up.

Under the absolute crushing weight of talent, Bosh was extremely confident; he was going to score right over Su Yan's head with a face-to-face jumper.

Eating him up with talent.

Very unreasonable.

But it also meant... there were many flaws, and under Su Yan's 【Emperor's Eye】, it was full of holes, predicted well in advance.

And so.

The moment Bosh went to lift the ball to jump.

"Slap!"

Su Yan swiped down to strip the ball.

Bosh jumped up, but the basketball in his hands was swatted down by Su Yan, a clean steal.

"What?!"

Bosh was startled.

Su Yan didn't even look at him, taking the ball for a counterattack.

"COME! ON!"

"Su Yan with another precise, beautiful steal, completing a steal on Bosh, the Bulls' fast-break counterattack.

Uh...

It doesn't seem to be a fast break.

The speed at which Su Yan is pushing the counterattack isn't very fast.

Oh?

But Su Yan, who is charging over, hasn't slowed down, still charging to the basket in one go. There's a center guarding the paint, and Su Yan's layup speed isn't fast.

What?!

Why is the Raptors center just watching Su Yan go for a layup?!"

Mike Breen commentated passionately, very surprised.

"Damn it!"

Bosh cursed under his breath, immediately yelling at his own center, "What are you doing? Didn't you hear what the coach just said?!"

"I..."

The Raptors center just wanted to explain.

Bosh couldn't be bothered to look at him anymore. After bringing the ball up himself, he sought out Su Yan again, regardless of how Su Yan had just scored.

He had to strike back.

"Hmph!"

Bosh stared at Su Yan, snorting coldly, "Kid, you seem to have scored too much, and you're about to steal some of my spotlight.

I'm going to start backing you down."

Su Yan:???

Little sister, uncle is going to start backing you down now.

Damn.

Backing down is backing down, don't make me associate it with that.

Su Yan rolled his eyes at Bosh, while Bosh glared, turned slightly, put force into his back, and slammed violently into Su Yan.

At 211 centimeters, Bosh as a power forward was a mismatch against the 198-centimeter guard Su Yan, and Bosh's physical fitness looked even stronger than Su Yan's.

Backing down like this.

Theoretically... Su Yan had no way to parry, only room to retreat.

The result... Su Yan was like Mount Tai, standing firm and unmoved.

"What? Can't move him?!"

Bosh was shocked inside, exerting force again, his back giving Su Yan continuous violent contact, but Su Yan was like a truck, not moving an inch.

"What kind of strength is this?!"

Bosh was dumbfounded.