As Lin Yi's birthday came around once again, the gifts waiting for him had piled up into a small mountain.
It wasn't an exaggeration.
If everyone who sent him a present showed up for a pickup game, he could probably put together five or six All-Star lineups. The only problem would be staying under the salary cap.
Unfortunately...
As he worked his way through the pile of presents that morning, the smile on Lin Yi's face gradually began to fade.
Stephen Curry had sent baby supplies.
Kobe Bryant had sent baby supplies.
Shaquille O'Neal had sent baby supplies.
James Harden had sent baby supplies.
Blake Griffin had, unsurprisingly, also sent baby supplies.
Lin Yi stared at the mountain of gifts in complete silence.
"...Seriously?"
"It's my birthday, not Olivia's."
He was convinced they had planned it together. This wasn't birthday shopping. It was a coordinated reminder. Lin, your daughter is the real superstar now.
Watching his expression change, Olsen couldn't hold back her laughter as she continued opening the gifts.
"At this rate, Olivia won't need us to buy her anything until she's three."
Cradling his daughter, Lin Yi let out a long, defeated sigh and looked up at the ceiling.
My birthday had somehow become Olivia's shopping festival. Maybe this really was fate.
As Olsen gradually recovered after giving birth, life at home slowly returned to normal.
Lin Yi had reserved a spa treatment for his parents today and had also given the house personnel a paid break on his birthday. Lin and Olsen had the house to themselves that morning.
After gently placing the peacefully sleeping Olivia into her crib and ensuring the nursery monitor was active, Lin Yi turned to Olsen. The quiet intimacy of the empty house enveloped them both. They moved to their bedroom, where a shared glance conveyed mutual desire.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and using her fingers to part her pink folds. Lin Yi watched intently as her pussy pulsed and clenched visibly, slick with wetness.
He kissed down her neck to her breasts, sucking each nipple lightly before moving lower. His tongue licked her pussy and rubbed her clit in steady strokes until she was dripping and breathing hard.
After several minutes of foreplay, bringing Olsen to the edge, Lin Yi climbed over her and pushed his cock inside, filling her with one smooth thrust. They moved together in a gentle rhythm, his hips rocking into her while she wrapped her legs around him. She moaned his name softly, fingers digging into his sides.
Lin Yi thrust deeper, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with building force. Olsen moaned louder, her voice breaking into fragmented sounds. "Ahh! F–fuck, yes!"
She stared intently into Lin Yi's eyes, her expression shifting as pleasure intensified. Her hands gripped his waist as her hips rose to meet each stroke. He kept one hand on her clit, circling it firmly while his mouth found hers again for messy kisses.
"Oh god, LinNN! Harder!" she cried out, her voice fracturing into a series of moans. "Mmmph! Ahh! Shit, that feels so good!"
As he adjusted the angle and hit a particularly sensitive spot, Olsen's face contorted into a choked expression—mouth open as if attempting to shout, yet no sound emerged at first.
Tears welled and fell from the corners of her eyes while she gazed at him, overwhelmed. "R–right there... babe. Yeshhh!" she managed, voice strained.
She came first, her walls clenching tight around him as she gasped. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Ahhh!"
The squeeze pulled him over the edge too, and he groaned low, spilling more cum inside her with short, hard pumps. They stayed locked together, sweat cooling on their skin.
They stayed locked together, sweat cooling on their skin. Lin Yi kissed her forehead once more. "You are my lucky charm."
"Then I need more rewards," Olsen replied hungrily, already pushing back against him. "Fuck me again, don't stop."
"Granted," he said, picking up the pace again. His hips snapped faster, cock driving into her slick heat while she wrapped her legs higher around his waist.
She arched beneath him, fingers clenching sheets beside her as another wave built between them. "Yes! Oh fuck, Lin! Ahh! Right there, pound that pussy!" Olsen moaned nonstop, her expletives mixing with sharp cries of pleasure.
. . .
Later that evening, on November 27, the Knicks welcomed the Pacers to Madison Square Garden. A refreshed Lin Yi entered the game needing just 11 points to become the fastest player in NBA history to reach 10,000 career points.
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From a distance, Madison Square Garden looked less like it was hosting an NBA game and more like the venue for a massive advertising campaign.
Everywhere Lin Yi looked, fans were holding up signs with a single number.
10000.
I hoped I wouldn't get charged for this much advertising. He thought, funnily.
Somehow, without realizing it, he'd been turned into a walking billboard and hadn't paid a cent for it.
Tonight was his birthday, Madison Square Garden was packed, and more than twenty thousand fans had come to celebrate with him.
Needless to say, Lin Yi was in an exceptionally good mood.
. .
Before tip-off, his teammates had surprised him in the locker room with a birthday cake, a gesture that genuinely touched him.
Unfortunately, Chris Paul was still sidelined with his injury.
The only silver lining in this was that no one was around to shove his face into the cake.
As Lin Yi was introduced before the game, Madison Square Garden's DJ led more than twenty thousand fans in singing "Happy Birthday."
The entire arena joined in.
From the TNT broadcast booth, Charles Barkley smiled.
"I've seen plenty of birthday celebrations, but this has to be one of the biggest birthday parties I've ever witnessed."
With Shaquille O'Neal away filming a survival show with Bear Grylls, Barkley admitted the broadcast felt a little quieter than usual.
Kenny Smith chuckled.
"The only real question tonight is how long it'll take Lin to score those eleven points. Half a quarter? Maybe even less?"
No one on the national broadcasts seriously believed Lin Yi would struggle to reach the milestone.
Even if Paul George and the Pacers came in determined to spoil the celebration, holding Lin Yi below eleven points felt almost impossible.
Camera operators had already positioned themselves around the court. Photographers gripped their telephoto lenses, waiting for the exact moment history would be made.
Lin Yi didn't keep anyone waiting.
From the opening tip, he attacked the basket relentlessly.
Possession after possession, he powered his way into the paint. David West, who had volunteered to take the primary defensive assignment, quickly began questioning that decision.
Before the game, Pacers head coach Frank Vogel had noticed Roy Hibbert's hesitation and shifted the matchup onto West instead.
West accepted the challenge without complaint.
A fierce competitor who desperately wanted to win a championship, he understood that if Indiana hoped to reach the NBA Finals, sooner or later, they would have to find a way past New York.
But what awaited him tonight wasn't a battle of positioning or patience.
It was a collision.
Lin Yi attacked with overwhelming force, driving directly through the Pacers' defense.
West fought back with everything he had, but every possession felt like absorbing another body blow.
To make matters worse, the difference in size and reach left him with little chance of bothering Lin Yi once he got deep into the lane.
In less than two minutes into the opening quarter, Lin Yi had already scored on four straight possessions.
Eight points.
After the Pacers scored two points with West's high-post jumper, Lin Yi gave his answer.
Although his Limitless RangeGod Mode hadn't activated, Lin Yi still decided to let one fly the moment he crossed half-court.
A gamble.
Lin Yi knew there was little downside to missing.
But if it went in...
It would become one of those shots people would replay for years.
Since the reward far outweighed the risk, why not take it?
Lin Yi had never lied about one thing.
He genuinely practiced shots like this.
Over the previous two seasons, he had attempted fewer ultra-deep threes, not because he had lost confidence in them, but because the Knicks no longer needed him to take those kinds of risks.
With shooters like Klay Thompson and Danny Green around, there was no reason for Lin Yi to do everything himself.
Every championship team needed clearly defined roles.
But when the rhythm was there, passing up the shot simply wasn't who he was.
He rose.
Released.
Madison Square Garden held its breath.
Then it erupted.
Swish!
An ultra-deep three from the logo.
Lin Yi's 10,000th career point.
Charles Barkley could barely contain himself.
"Another member of the 10,000-point club! And look at the way he did it! A logo three to reach the milestone. Lin just found another way to write his name into the NBA record books!"
Only weeks into the 2013-14 season, Lin Yi rewrote pages of NBA history again.
One legendary record after another now belonged to him.
While the league's superstars continued lining up to challenge him, Lin Yi had already set his sights on something even greater.
The names that stood at the very top of the NBA record book.
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
The chants rolled through Madison Square Garden as Lin Yi raised a hand to acknowledge the crowd.
Another milestone.
Another piece of history.
. . .
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