The Best Point Guard

Chapter 379: Chapter 118: [Even More Interesting Than Little Sheep Su Xi’s Backyard Brawl]

Dating couldn’t save Little Sheep Su Xi.

No matter how many women he was with.

This was different from bricking shots. You could average 10 bricks a game, or even 15; after a while, everyone would get numb to it. As long as you maintained a decent win rate, fans would even praise you for having the guts to take the shot, claiming, "Brick production is the only true measure of a superstar."

Among this year’s perimeter superstars, Iverson was the king of bricks, and so was Kobe. Tracy McGrady, on the other hand, wasn’t bricking as much this year, but his influence in the United States had waned... although his popularity in China had skyrocketed. His sexy calves, his captivating pull-up jumper, and his divinely elegant playstyle had left Chinese fans, who sought "artistic beauty," completely mesmerized.

Moreover, Tracy McGrady had an impressive history; he was a two-time scoring champion, which made Chinese fans love him even more.

The NBA’s influence in China was immense.

In terms of popularity, Su Xi was a superstar in a league of his own, followed by the big three of Tracy McGrady, Kobe, and Iverson. Yao Ming’s fame was also immense, second only to Su Xi, but his fans weren’t quite as hardcore... he was a center, after all.

Su Xi didn’t continue the boring conversation with Kobe. He went back to his hotel and conked out.

He was woken up just after nine at night by a call from Scarlett. She was in a tearful mess, saying, "Are you sleeping with Megan Fox right now? Have you already done it? Did you try every position? On the sofa, in the bed, on the balcony, in the bathtub..."

Scarlett was getting hysterical.

She was filled with jealousy.

On the phone, this incredibly influential Hollywood goddess sounded like a frantic, jealous woman.

Su Xi was utterly confused. He said, "Do you even hear what you’re saying? I’m in my room alone. The scene you’re imagining isn’t happening, ma’am."

"I saw Fox in the news. That seductive 18-year-old woman, she’s scheming to get close to you. She wants to sleep with you. She wants to conquer you with her youthful body..."

Scarlett told Su Xi worriedly, "These young girls have no scruples. All they want from you is fame and pleasure."

"I know, Scarlett. Just relax and get some sleep," Su Xi told her, adding, "See you in New York."

Before hanging up, Scarlett confirmed one more time that Megan Fox was not in the room.

She was on edge.

It was because Jessica Alba had attacked her during one of their verbal spats: "You’re the other woman. Soon enough, another prettier, younger girl will replace you. But me? I’ll never have to worry about that."

DING-DONG!

Su Xi’s doorbell rang.

He walked over and opened the door. Jessica Alba stood there in a bunny girl outfit, a wide smile on her face. "Jack, your delivery service."

Su Xi hadn’t expected Jessica to show up in Denver.

It was a pleasant surprise, and Su Xi really liked her outfit.

Su Xi took her hand and led her inside. "So what kind of services are we talking about?"

Jessica took the opportunity to press her body against Su Xi’s, pinning him to the wall and slithering up against him like a snake. "Well, that depends on what you need..."

...

The All-Star Game was a showcase for the stars, but it was also a rare break for the players during a hectic season.

Su Xi was practically half-ironman by now. After his stamina issues were resolved late last season, he was averaging 36.5 minutes per game this season and hadn’t missed a single one so far.

The media said he was wasting too much energy on his love life. Many basketball experts even insisted that if Su Xi continued his debauched lifestyle and endless entanglements with women, he would surely end up a fallen player like Shaun Kemp.

Su Xi paid it no mind.

When he showed up at the Colorado Arena, the players around him all noticed the hickeys on his neck and the scratch marks on his back.

Shaquille O’Neal was goofing around in the locker room. He made an exaggerated, clownish face. "Jack, looks like you had a wild night last night."

Su Xi glanced in the mirror and said with a laugh, "It’s times like these I really envy you guys with dark skin."

O’Neal burst out laughing.

Jokes like that didn’t cause any overreactions.

The atmosphere in the East locker room was quite harmonious this year. Although they were fierce competitors during the regular season, an amiable mood prevailed in the All-Star locker room.

O’Neal was the biggest star on the team. He’d direct everyone where to stand for the group photo, rally the players for some games, and even playfully try to run the Point Guard’s plays when Coach Rick Carlisle was drawing them up.

Everyone respected him.

But O’Neal, despite all his joking around, was remarkably meticulous and handled subtle social cues perfectly.

During the group photo, he handed the ball to Su Xi to hold. He even joked, "Little Sheep Su Xi is this year’s top vote-getter. I don’t want to offend every actress in Hollywood."

Moreover, his level of respect for Su Xi was clearly higher than for anyone else on the team.

Not even big-name superstars like Iverson or rising stars like LeBron James received such special treatment from him.

The reason was simple.

Su Xi had beaten him in the Finals.

No other star there could say the same.

Therefore, O’Neal didn’t need to show them the same level of deference.

Respecting the strong, respecting the champions—that was an unwritten rule among the NBA’s top superstars.

It was just like when Charles Barkley would be holding court from the broadcast booth, spouting off his opinions, and Kenny Smith, sitting right next to him, could shut him down with a single line: "I have a championship ring. Do you?"