The Best Point Guard

Fox really could transform.

Just in bed.

The competition between them had gotten fierce. They all knew Su Xi liked variety, so they studied hard and improved together. No one wanted to lose his favor.

To them, Su Xi was like a drug—not deadly, but extremely addictive. If they were with him and couldn’t have him, it felt as if a million ants were crawling through their minds, making them so, so, so itchy! It was an itch in their very souls!

It was a happy night, a happy midnight, a happy early morning, a happy dawn, a happy morning.

Su Xi headed to Madison Square Garden Arena, full of vigor, while Transformed Vajra lay in bed "meditating." She needed a good while to recover and savor that exhilarating, soul-deep energy. One session could often last her a month or two. Of course, the more the better—who wouldn’t want to feel that good more often?

This was why they so often publicly vied for his affection.

LeBron James was also feeling jealous, but he was jealous because he thought Su Xi’s profile picture on the official NBA website was bigger than his, and that Su Xi was placed in a more prominent position.

He felt he should be on equal footing with Su Xi.

It should be just like the promotional billboard at the start of this NBA season, where he and Su Xi stood side-by-side, separated only by Kobe.

He could accept Kobe being featured more prominently, since Kobe was a veteran with seniority, after all.

But he couldn’t accept Su Xi’s placement. He believed the league should base the rankings on their draft positions from the same year.

That way, as the number one pick in the 2003 draft, he should be ranked ahead of Su Xi, the eighth pick, no matter what.

James wanted to compete with Su Xi in everything, but in truth, he was already lagging behind in every aspect—and by a wide margin.

Su Xi had more accolades, more championships, more MVP trophies, and more All-NBA First Team and All-Defensive First Team selections. Off the court, Su Xi had more endorsement deals, and they were worth more, too.

He had fallen behind on all fronts.

But he kept making excuses. He’d always tell those close to him, "Even if Little Sheep Su Xi makes money, he’ll lose it right away. In Silicon Valley, they call his investment firm a charity. He’s bound to lose a fortune sooner or later. Don’t mind that he seems to have a few good projects now—it’s a false prosperity. One dot-com bubble is all it would take to make him go bankrupt."

In contrast, he was quite confident in his own investments.

It’s worth mentioning that while Su Xi was in contact with Zach Randolph,

The Cavaliers’ general manager called James with a suggestion: "We want to take a gamble on Randolph. If we can get him for Gooden and Hughes, the Cavaliers’ strength will take another step forward."

Zach Randolph did have talent.

The Cavaliers wanted to roll the dice.

Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for the Cavaliers to acquire elite players. A notorious character like Randolph was the only type they had a realistic chance of getting via trade.

The coaching staff had also made an assessment: Randolph and James would be a great fit. Randolph was even stronger and a better fit than Carlos Boozer, who had previously partnered well with James.

Mike Brown told James, "Picture this. After the 7-foot-3 giant Ilgauskas sets the first screen for you, the massive Randolph seals off half the defense for you in the paint. Imagine how unstoppable your drives would be. And the best part is, they can both knock down mid-range jumpers."

The idea greatly appealed to James.

However, he didn’t want to pay too high a price. Moreover, he worried that the team bringing in a notorious figure like Randolph would tarnish his own image. He was The Chosen One. ’How can The Chosen One have a player like that on his team—someone who disrespects his elders and even dares to challenge the head coach?’

The Little King was especially meticulous about his image.

Interestingly, just as the Cavaliers’ team bus arrived at Madison Square Garden Arena, Zach Randolph also walked in, wearing a flashy hoodie with an arm around two beauties in cheongsams.

On his way, Randolph ran into a few Cavaliers players. Drew Gooden, Malik Rose, and Larry Hughes all went up to greet him; they knew each other from before.

"Hey, man, what’re you doing here?" Hughes asked Randolph.

Randolph, with his arms still around the two Mexican women, said, "I’m here to learn from the best. I heard the Knicks locker room has reformed a whole bunch of scoundrels into model citizens. New York State is even planning on giving them a good conduct award."

"So, you brought two beauties along to ’learn’?" Hughes teased.

"I’m going to ’reward’ the Knicks players and test the results of their ’studies.’"

As he spoke, Randolph lifted the hem of one of the women’s dresses, revealing a flash of pale thigh.

The sight sent the Cavaliers players into a chorus of whoops and hollers.

The man’s got game.

Randolph really lived up to his reputation as a degenerate.

That little stunt of his? A real work of art.

Even LeBron couldn’t resist sneaking a couple of glances. ’So pale... and so smooth!’

At the same time, however, his moral compass kicked in. ’I can’t let this guy come to Cleveland. If he joins the team, the Cavaliers will turn into a satellite campus for a beauty pageant! Even a gentleman like myself might not be able to resist that kind of temptation.’

Mike Brown was also having second thoughts.

Randolph was way too wild. Besides, Brown didn’t want to get punched.

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When Randolph led the two beauties in cheongsams into the Knicks locker room, everyone was dumbfounded.

Isaiah Thomas spread his arms, about to welcome the two beauties.

But Randolph blocked him with his own body and pulled Thomas into a hug. "I know you’re in a rush," he said, "but don’t rush it."