"Whoa…"
Larry Hughes's mouth gaped so wide in shock a light bulb could've fit inside. "A Ferrari—how many men dream of that car?"
The roar when you hit the ignition is enough to make most guys lose their minds.
All I want in life is to own a Ferrari—or any supercar on that level!
Too bad I could never afford one.
Su Yan's only nineteen and already driving something that nice—makes me so jealous!"
"That's insane!"
McGrady clicked his tongue. "Nineteen years old in a Ferrari—Su Yan's incredible!"
David Lee looked stunned. "Sure, Su Yan's on twelve million a year—about one-twenty a month—but after taxes that's only sixty grand.
And…
This month's salary hasn't even come in yet.
He must've made more money somewhere and bought the car outright."
"Exactly."
Su Yan went along with it. "My stocks and funds have been doing great—cleared a bit over a million. I topped it up and bought the car."
"Just like that?"
Curry looked shaken. "That's 1.6 million, man—don't make it sound like pocket change!"
Curry's dad was an NBA player with a solid reputation.
He basically counts as second-generation rich.
After signing his own deal, with Dad's help he treated himself to a beloved Porsche—
his first supercar.
Price tag: 730 grand.
Su Yan just doubled that and then some—and the money's all self-made.
For a moment
everyone marveled at how impressive Su Yan was.
Su Yan waved it off; he hadn't meant to show off.
He simply liked the car, had enough cash, and bought it. After all, plenty of rides cost more than a 550 GTZ.
They chatted cars for a bit.
Amid the envy, Su Yan changed the subject. "Stephen, Tracy, I want to test my vertical.
I think it's gone up lately."
"Oh?"
The moment Su Yan said it
everyone perked up. They still remembered his bench press jumping from 120 kg to 180 kg last time.
What surprise would they get now?
Curry, McGrady and the others were instantly intrigued.
A short while later
the test began.
McGrady said, "Su Yan's last re-test had him at 70 cm standing and 84 cm running.
In other words
for a Small Forward that's a bit above average, but league-wide it's only middling—barely.
Let's see how high he can go today."
First up: standing vertical.
Su Yan bent his knees and exploded: 84 cm.
Second jump: 86 cm.
Final try: 85 cm.
Average gain: 15 cm.
"Shit, bro!"
David Lee cursed in disbelief. "It's been less than a month since his last test.
Now
his vert's shot up fifteen centimeters?!"
\"You've got to be kidding me.\
Curry was stunned. "No way the last reading was wrong—how do you add fifteen cm just like that?"
Tyson Chandler's eyes nearly popped. "You sure he didn't swallow a Spring Man?"
"Haha!"
McGrady burst out laughing at their shock. "Don't act so surprised.
Su Yan must've sandbagged last time; today he's letting it rip!"
Su Yan raised an eyebrow at him: keep spinning the tale—if they buy it, I'm fine with anything.
Next: max vertical.
First attempt: 101 cm.
Second: 99 cm.
Third: 100 cm.
Average: 100 cm.
Only three jumps, so not super precise, but enough to show the trend.
Right now
Su Yan's standing vert was around 85 cm.
Running vert: 100 cm.
For comparison, Curry's standing vert is 75 cm, running 90 cm.
That puts him in the league's upper-middle tier—hardly bad.
The reason he's got the "slipping-on-the-floor" highlight and the crown for goofy dunks
is mainly his height and wingspan.
Listed at 6-3, Curry's probably closer to 6-2 with a 6-3 wingspan—almost identical.
That makes in-game dunks tough for him.
Su Yan, though
stands 6-7 with a 7-foot wingspan, 85 cm standing vert, 100 cm running vert.
That's firmly upper-tier in the NBA.
If the absolute elite are T0—near 40-inch standing—Su Yan's right at T1.
"Come on!"
McGrady exclaimed. "No wonder Su Yan keeps swatting shots—those hops are crazy!"
"Yeah,"
Curry had to admit. "Better vert than me, taller, longer, stronger—
no wonder he's such a lockdown defender."
David Lee clapped. "With that bounce and strength, plus all-around athletic gifts
Su Yan's clearly an elite defender.
Pair that with lethal three-point shooting and you've got the league's most dangerous Top-tier 3&D Player."
"Not bad,"
Su Yan smiled.
Before, his defense relied more on brute force, risking fouls.
Now, with the boost from Spring Man Lv1, his defense had leveled up.
And
when he attacked the rim he could lean on Spring Man Lv1's bounce plus Steel Tendons and Iron Bones Lv1's explosiveness
to throw down even nastier dunks.
Pretty sweet… After stepping over Jennings to become the youngest 50-point man in NBA history and snagging another player of the week award
the hype kept snowballing.
Newspapers, hoops sites, ESPN, TNT, ABC—every columnist
was saying Su Yan had locked up rookie of the year.
Hardly anyone disagreed.
Given his recent dominance, stats, and team record, forget rookie of the year—
he was even flirting with MVP buzz.
What else was there to argue?
Still
someone refused to accept it.
A day later
December 2.
Night had fallen over Madison Square Garden as the New York Knicks prepared to face the Kings.
Sacramento's fourth pick, Tyreke Evans, told reporters pre-game
he was flat-out unhappy: "Why's everyone calling Su Yan the rookie of the year—why?!
He's only won two weekly rookie awards.
I've taken Western Conference Rookie of the Month four straight weeks—am I worse than him?!
I don't get it.
I'm not buying it!
I'm even playing at an all-star level—*I* should be rookie of the year!"
A reporter shot back: "Mr. Evans, first, your numbers don't look as good as Su Yan's.
Second
your team's on a three-game skid—you're not helping them win."
"Doesn't matter,"
Tyreke Evans countered. "rookie of the year is about individual ability. Tonight I'll crush Su Yan.
That'll prove I'm the real rookie of the
year!""
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