Take down the Hawks.
What most fans focused on... was the clash between Su Yan and Scum Dog, and the post-game punishment for Scum Dog.
Everyone overlooked one thing.
After beating the Hawks, the New York Knicks have ripped off 20 straight wins, tying the 20-game streak set by "Skyhook" Jabbar's team in the 1970-71 season.
It's the third-longest winning streak in NBA history.
Yao and McGrady once led the Rockets to a 22-game streak in the 2007-08 season, good for second on the all-time list.
Now Su Yan has coached his squad to a share of the third-longest run ever.
What can I say?
Dragon-country ballers are awesome!
Noon.
While everyone was on lunch break,
Su Yan found Curry and slipped him two tickets, jerking his chin: "Here are two VIP tickets to Meng-Meng's concert.
Floor seats right by the stage.
One for you and one for Ayesha—perfect, since I'm going too. Let's roll together tomorrow!!!
Tomorrow's New Year's Day.
The Knicks have no game, so the whole team has the day off.
Curry froze for a second, then lit up. "Oh my god! How did you score these, Su Yan?!
I've been watching forever—so long I was getting hopeless.
They're impossible to grab; how do you have them?!"
"Ha~"
Su Yan grinned. "The tickets are brutal to get, but... if I just ask Meng-Meng myself, problem solved."
Front-row VIP at concerts
is usually held back by the promoter for the performer or insiders.
Regular folks can't buy them.
Price exists, tickets don't.
That's exactly how it is.
But... if you've got connections, it's another story—and Su Yan's connection is top-tier.
He went straight to the source.
By now their relationship had already become something special.
Snagging two tickets was child's play; if he wanted more, he could get them.
"So you two really are a thing?"
Curry gasped, the gossip flames roaring.
Su Yan shrugged. "Just friends!"
I don't believe you for a second.
All that flirty back-and-forth has been circling both basketball and entertainment circles; only the final windowpane's left to break.
Curry didn't buy it at all.
But he couldn't care less, lost in pure joy over the VIP tickets.
He grabbed Su Yan's arm, ecstatic. "Seriously, thank you so much, Yan. I owe you huge.
Anything short of illegal—name it."
"Really?"
Su Yan smiled.
"Absolutely."
Curry didn't hesitate.
Su Yan was already a close friend; after a favor this big, a single call would settle anything later.
"Then how about you let me have Ayesha..."
"Ayesha? Help with what?!"
Curry asked, curious.
Su Yan waved the wicked thought away before it could bloom. "Nothing.
Just saying—have fun with Ayesha.
Whenever I need something later, I won't be shy!"
"Mm-hmm~"
Curry nodded hard, happiness written all over him.
Meng-Meng's concert is tomorrow night at... Madison Square Garden.
That evening,
Curry told Su Yan that Kobe and his wife would be there too.
Su Yan passed word to Rebecca, asking if she wanted to tag along.
Meng-Meng had given him two tickets so he'd bring company; if Rebecca came,
a six-person crew would be perfect.
But... Rebecca declined.
First, with NBA players around, it'd be awkward.
Second, she wasn't ready to attend a concert given by her romantic rival.
"dear, I don't want to go—and after tonight, I probably won't have the energy anyway~"
Rebecca lay in Su Yan's arms, giggling.
"Oh?"
Su Yan blinked, pecking her cheek. "dear, so little confidence?!"
"My stamina's always been solid, but... dear, you're just too strong!"
"So should I let you off tonight?"
"No way. Besides... I've got a Balenciaga surprise~"
"Tch~"
Su Yan felt a fire flare inside.
Shower, change, battle.
No pause... January 1, 2010.
New Year's Day.
Meng-Meng's concert is that night.
12 p.m.
The NBA office first announced last week's Eastern and Western Players of the Week.
West: Phoenix Suns' "son of the wind" Nash averaged 24 pts, 16 ast, 6 reb, 3 stl.
Key stats:
FG% 63.4, 3P% 71.4 on 3.3 makes, FT% 88.
The efficiency was freakish.
Behind his ultra-efficient play, Phoenix went 3-1—solid record.
Nash winning Western player of the week was a no-brainer.
East: New York Knicks' "Top-tier 3&D Player" Su Yan took it.
Last week: 30.8 pts, 3.8 reb, 4.8 ast, 3.3 stl, 5.3 blk, 6.8 threes a game.
Team record: 4-0.
Su Yan delivered another week of two-way dominance, and as an Undrafted Player on a team that started dead-last,
that only magnifies the feat.
His selection was beyond question.
Fans were floored.
"In the East it's iron-clad Su Yan; the West rotates weekly!"
"Tsk... Su Yan's snagged player of the week five straight times—and he's an undrafted guy.
East stars, what are you doing?!
At this rate stop calling it player of the week; just rename it the 'Su Yan Award'!"
"Haha~ renaming it the 'Su Yan Award'—works for me!"
"I mean... can't argue. Dude's just that good!"
"..."
Next the league dropped December's Players of the Month.
West: Los Angeles Lakers' "black mamba" Kobe
averaged 32.5 pts, 6.5 reb, 5.0 ast, 2.0 stl, 0.5 blk, leading the team to 11-3.
Personal stats and team record
both sparkling—this is Kobe after morphing from "Little Flying侠" to "black mamba."
He's chasing a fifth ring and his second Finals MVP this year!
Who gets the East?!
Two candidates.
Cavaliers' "The Little Emperor" LeBron: 31 pts, 7 reb, 9 ast, 2 stl, 1 blk, 10-3 record.
Knicks' "Top-tier 3&D Player" Su Yan: 33.5 pts, 4.2 reb, 3.9 ast, 3.2 stl, 4.5 blk, 7.5 threes,
and a perfect 12-0 team record!
Both lines are outrageous and well-rounded.
Scoring is close; LeBron has more boards and dimes, Su Yan more steals and blocks, plus the better record.
Who to pick?!
Looks tricky at first glance.
Of course, that's only fans who don't know better, fretting over two stat lines.
True fans don't hesitate for a second: Su Yan.
And then... the NBA announced December's player of the month: Su Yan!!
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