NBA money-spending system sparks jealousy among female celebrities.

Chapter 422 DPOY! Zero points in this chapter, 8 points overall!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"tread!"

The first sound was the sound of two bodies colliding.

The second sound was Su Yan riding on Wall's shoulders as he violently slammed the basketball into the hoop.

The third sound was the sound of Wall, who had just jumped and was dunked on, losing his balance and falling to the floor.

The fourth sound was the sound of Su Yan's feet landing after hanging the basket.

hum~

For a moment, the arena fell silent. The away fans stared wide-eyed, speechless with astonishment.

Su Yan stood before Wall, looking down at him with an imposing air, then smiled slightly: "Rookie, welcome to the NBA!!!"

Crash, break, three-way miss, dunk, trash talk.

Su Yan completely destroyed John Wall from both offensive and defensive perspectives, as well as psychologically.

He was beaten so badly that he had no temper left.

After that dunk, Wall's personal momentum and offensive firepower plummeted.

He seemed to have lost his soul, and his performance in the game plummeted.

He played the entire first quarter and scored a total of 6 points, 2 of which came on the very first possession of the game.

You think this situation is bad enough.

In the second quarter, under Su Yan's continued targeted, or rather, slightly relaxed, targeted defense, Wall scored zero goals.

He played for 6 minutes in the third quarter, scoring only 2 points, before being substituted by the coach and never returning to the court.

He was substituted in the second half of the third quarter because he was in poor condition and wanted to rest for a while.

He didn't play in the last quarter because the team was down by 26 points, the gap was too big, and there was no need for him to play.

Purely garbage time.

Throughout the game, Wall shot 4-for-16, scoring 8 points with a dismal 25% field goal percentage. He was completely out of it!

Wall isn't strong?!

He scored 30+ points in a single game, made 9 steals in a single game, had more than 10 assists in a single game, and also had a very impressive triple-double performance.

So far this season, he has played at his peak since his debut, reaching a level that surpasses even All-Stars.

But after meeting Su Yan, everything went back to zero.

It's not that Wall isn't strong, but the newly crowned FMVP, the "Flame God" hailed as a "superhero"... is just too strong!!!

In contrast, Su Yan...

Aside from being more serious when facing Wall, displaying "DPOY" level defense and "MVP" level offense.

The rest of the time, the attack is at your discretion.

可就算如此，他三节还是砍下38分5篮板3助攻5断3帽，笑傲全场。

Comparison only hurts.

Wall scored 8 points, a fraction of Su Yan's total, a difference that was not small.

The last quarter was pure garbage time.

The director, never one to shy away from making things worse, would occasionally project the score between Su Yan and Wall onto the big screen, giving it a close-up.

8 versus 38.

Too eye-catching, too dazzling!

Su Yan: No need, it's standard procedure.

Wall: Director, thank you and your whole family!!!

Why invite humiliation upon yourself?

Curry shrugged, unable to resist making a sarcastic remark.

"Young and frivolous!"

McGrady, who wasn't playing, chuckled, and Iverson, who was also not playing, laughed and said, "A little provocation is good."

Moreover, he was a top draft pick who played quite well.

Su Yan beat John Wall badly, and all the other unconvinced rookies will surely behave themselves.

That saved a lot of trouble.

"Tsk tsk..."

David Lee clicked his tongue and said, "John Wall played really well. I didn't expect Yan to be able to suppress him so badly when he got serious."

"Unanimous MVP + DPOY, I'm just kidding."

Tyson snorted, his gaze towards Su Yan filled with respect and pride.

Su Yan didn't say anything, just listened to his teammates bragging about themselves during their usual downtime, while they calculated how much money they had made.

38*12.8+8*6.4+3*3.84+5*2.56=561.92万。

Ball control + steps, approximately 2.1 times.

8 * 2.1 = 16.8.

Total: 561.92 + 16.8 = 578.72 million.

Experience: 2082.5 million / 3 billion.

Balance: US$15180.33 million.

Looking at the balance of over 1.5 million, Su Yan smiled slightly, "I have a lot of money. It seems I need to think about spending it properly in the near future."

The outcome of the match was predictable; there were no dramatic comebacks.

The Knicks defeated the Wizards by 23 points, securing their third consecutive win.

From a record of 1 win and 6 losses at the beginning of the season to a 3-game winning streak now, the only difference is that Su Yan has returned.

Post-match press conference.

A. Smith, not one to shy away from trouble, kept pressing Wall for answers: "John Wall, you only scored 8 points tonight, while the player you challenged scored 38."

"So, tell me, how do you feel now?!"

Which pot does not open which pot.

This is truly rubbing salt into the wound.

Wall showed no anger, remained silent for a long time, then slapped himself twice on the backside and uttered a single word: "Ouch!!!"

……

The next day.

[Su Yan brutally defeats Wall], [The newly crowned champion falls], [Wall: 8 points], [John Wall's score is a fraction of Su Yan's], etc.

Multiple keywords trended on social media.

The heated discussions continued like a tidal wave.

"Ah this?"

"Tsk tsk... I know the chances of Wall defeating Su Yan are slim, but I admire his courage to take on the challenge."

The idea is that as long as the data and performance gap isn't too large, even if Wall loses, he can still be considered to have a glorious defeat.

That could also boost your popularity.

Who would have thought that Wall would be so badly beaten by Su Yan!

"It's terrible!"

"Can not bear to look!"

"His score was only a fraction of Su Yan's, making all his pre-match provocations look like a clown's solo performance—it's ridiculous!"

"If Su Yan had put on such an incredible performance before, Wall would have just been sweating profusely."

Now they're probably so ashamed they'd want to disappear into the ground.

"Sigh... The louder you screamed before, the more pathetic you are now!"

"As a rookie, Wall's performance before tonight was truly outstanding, even better than 'White Beast'!"

You should never do that.

You shouldn't have provoked the newly crowned FMVP, the unanimous MVP, known as the "Flame God" Su Yan!

This is pure masochism!

"That slap in the face really hurt!"

"Young and impetuous, reckless and arrogant, they won't know what pain is until they kick a hornet's nest!"

"Wall: I've confessed, please let me go."

"As expected... Su Yan was right. Being a genius is just the threshold to meeting him, but if it's just an entry-level 'genius'..."

Facing Su Yan, they would only be utterly crushed.

"The Flame God is terrifyingly strong!"

"I wonder if Wall's heart will break after playing this game against Su Yan."

If they never recover, the prodigy will have suffered a huge loss!

"Seriously? Are you that sensitive?"

"I won't say the ball is broken, but at least for the next week, no, for a month, I will definitely be honest and take good care of myself."

“That’s true. By the way… if I remember correctly, besides John Wall, Blake Griffin was also one of the top scorers who challenged Su Yan.”

"That's right.

So… “White Beast,” are you sweating buckets?!