The Best Point Guard

The moment the final buzzer sounded, Su Xi cemented his place among the legends. He could now sit at the same table as the likes of O’Neal, Duncan, Magic Johnson, and Larry Bird.

Moreover, whether you liked him or not, you had to admit that Su Xi now had the right to challenge Jordan.

In the entire league, he was the only one who did.

The Knicks players were spraying champagne, which James Dolan had specially shipped in from New York. They tossed the old-timer, Isaiah Thomas, into the air, who shrieked like a teenage girl on a roller coaster.

Su Xi pulled on a New York Knicks championship t-shirt. James Dolan stood beside him and said excitedly, "Jack, I can finally go dance on my father’s grave! I did it! I did it, Jack! I accomplished something he never could. I’m no prodigal son. I’m better than him!"

"I’m the one who made his championship dream come true! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

James Dolan looked completely unhinged.

Su Xi just smiled and shook his head. He remarked to the owner’s assistant standing nearby, "He must love his father very, very much."

The assistant said nothing.

The trophy presentation began soon after.

Officials brought the championship trophy, which had been flown in from Indiana, to center court. David Stern then walked up and announced that the champions of the 2005-2006 season were the New York Knicks.

He then presented the trophy to a still-dazed Isaiah Thomas, who handed it to Su Xi, who in turn passed it to Zach Randolph.

Every Knicks player shared in the joyous moment.

Next, David Stern presented the Finals MVP award.

This was the award that had Nike executives collectively sobbing in the bathroom stalls; it meant they were on the hook for tens of millions of USD.

Su Xi was the undisputed choice for Finals MVP.

This was his third Finals MVP, his third championship, and it was only his third season in the league.

It was incredible to think that if he hadn’t signed that contract extension, he would still be on his rookie deal.

When Su Xi raised the Finals MVP trophy, the crowd erupted in cheers.

For many of the Dallas fans, it was a thrilling moment as well.

Su Xi’s performance had earned their applause and cheers, and they were happy to witness the birth of a new basketball god.

An ESPN reporter quickly came over for an interview, which was broadcast over the arena’s speakers for everyone to hear—and, of course, for fans all over the world.

His first question was, "Jack, congratulations on another championship and another Finals MVP. Since you entered the league, you haven’t let either of those trophies go to anyone else. A lot of people are saying you’re already dominating the NBA. Would you agree with that?"

Su Xi smiled. Facing the microphone and looking calmly into the camera, he answered with absolute certainty, "It would be hypocritical of me to say I disagree. Of course I’m dominating the NBA, and the entire basketball world, in my own way. I’m a three-time NBA champion and an Olympic gold medalist. Wherever I go, no one else has ever dared to even think about taking first place. Given all that, who besides a psycho or a lunatic would dare say I’m not the one in charge?"

Su Xi shot back, full of swagger.

The reporter was completely taken aback.

Cheers actually erupted from the Dallas crowd.

Clearly, no matter the time or place, skill is what matters most.

The reporter was stunned into silence for a moment.

In the broadcast studio, Larry Brown instinctively held his breath. He felt like Su Xi was calling him a psycho and a lunatic.

The reporter then moved on to his second question.

"What does it feel like to win your third championship and third Finals MVP?"

"Just like the first two times, I’m happy and excited. But there is one difference. This time, there aren’t a bunch of assholes pointing fingers, saying that ’Little Sheep Su Xi’ only wins because he’s on a stacked team. I’m not saying my Knicks brothers aren’t strong, of course—they’re champions, every one of them, and they all played their hearts out. I’m incredibly proud of them. I’m just taking a shot at all those hacks in the basketball world who pretend they know what they’re talking about."

Su Xi continued his barrage.

Brimming with confidence, he clearly had no intention of sparing anyone’s feelings or playing nice.

That was just his style.

Back in the studio, Larry Brown’s chest tightened. He felt as if he’d been run through with a sword.

The wound was deep, and he was bleeding out, invisibly.

The reporter then asked his third question. "Do you think the Knicks can win it all again next season? I mean, since you claim to be the one dominating the league, you’ll have to keep this momentum going."

"Of course the Knicks will win the championship again next season. Mark my words."

Su Xi said, holding nothing back.

His words sent a jolt of excitement through all of New York, as well as across the ocean in China. However, some spineless Chinese fans thought Su Xi was being too arrogant. ’Isn’t he afraid of eating his words, talking that big? The Black players in the league are so strong...’ These were people with no backbone. Even when bullied to their faces, their first thought was peaceful coexistence; if you slapped their left cheek, they would offer you their right.

But that wasn’t Su Xi’s personality. If anyone dared to provoke him, he would stop at nothing to crush them.

He’d crush them until those commentators didn’t dare spout any more nonsense.

And in fact, he had already succeeded.

The number of people who brazenly tried to slander him had dropped significantly.

A lot of commentators in the United States were like that: they respected power, not virtue. If you tried to be reasonable with them, they’d just think you were a pushover. You had to give them a thorough thrashing before they finally learned their lesson and bowed to the truth.

"How will you be celebrating this victory?"