NBA: Basketball Legend.

Chapter 30: If Every Shot is Reasonable, Then What's the Point of Superstars?

"The Texas Longhorns just made a big substitution—Kevin Durant is heading to the bench early!"

"Yeah, they really had no choice," Van Gundy said. "Durant picked up his second foul in the first seven minutes. He's gotta sit and cool off a bit."

Mike Breen nodded. "He's definitely playing a little too fired up tonight. Every possession, offense or defense, his intensity's cranked up to eleven."

With Durant temporarily out, Texas had to find new firepower. And Florida wasted no time capitalizing.

The Gators executed a textbook pick-and-roll. Horford stepped up to set the high screen for Taurean Green, then immediately rolled to the rim. Green dropped a perfect bounce pass—these two had been teammates for three years, and their chemistry showed.

Horford caught it in stride, gave Damian James a smooth shoulder fake, then spun and banked in a hook shot off the glass. A mini version of Dream Shake right there in the paint.

Florida extended the lead: 16–12.

"That's solid footwork and a soft touch," Breen said. "Horford's fundamentals are rock-solid—exactly why he's projected top-three in this year's draft."

Texas came back on offense.

Without Durant, Florida dialed in on Chen Yan, throwing bodies at him every time he moved. Chen had to fight hard just to get the ball—he ran two baseline curls before finally receiving it at the top of the arc. It took nearly eight seconds just to get free.

Good thing NCAA shot clocks run for 35 seconds.

Once he had it, his teammates cleared out. Time to go iso.

Fryhan stepped up to apply pressure—but that was a mistake. The second he leaned in, Chen blew by him with a lightning-quick first step.

Fryhan wasn't even trying to trap—just wanted to hassle him a bit. But Chen Yan was too sharp. He didn't waste a beat.

Horford rotated up to help, and Chen hit him with a nasty hesitation cross, switching gears mid-drive. Another blow-by.

Some guys beat you with speed. Others with rhythm. Chen had both.

He accelerated, decelerated, shifted again—and in one smooth motion, elevated behind the defense and flushed a silky one-handed dunk.

16–14.

"That's just unfair," Van Gundy said. "This dude has the change-of-pace of a point guard and the explosion of a wing."

"Man, that might be the cleanest finesse dunk I've seen in college hoops," Breen added. "Watching Chen Yan go coast-to-coast is like watching art."

Florida didn't panic. They went right back to their team-oriented game. After cycling the ball through multiple hands, they found Noah open at the elbow, 45 degrees from the rim.

Swish.

His form was... well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. Long wind-up, elbows everywhere, a classic "three-eighths" shot. Fans at the LA Memorial Coliseum winced like they'd just seen a car crash.

But it went in.

Chen Yan couldn't help but smirk. He remembered a story from his previous life—Noah once asked KG for advice on the fadeaway jumper. Garnett's response?

"Get outta here."

Noah hit the shot, but Texas wasted no time.

Damian James inbounded quickly, skipping DJ Augustin entirely and going straight to Chen. Catch. Go.

Chen switched gears immediately—boom, gone.

Fryhan got torched again.

The kid just didn't have the tools to stay in front of Chen. Lateral speed? Lacking. Reaction time? Too slow. And Chen? He was only getting faster.

He crossed halfcourt, then made a hard crossover near the logo, splitting both Noah and Horford in one move like he had cheat codes.

Once Chen hit full stride, the bigs might as well have stayed at halfcourt.

Now it was just Taurean Green left.

Chen didn't even bother with a move—just lowered his shoulder and powered straight through, taking it strong to the rack.

Taurean Green's listed height was 6'0", but to Chen Yan, he didn't even look that tall—maybe not even Iverson's height. At best, he was 5'10".

And when you're facing a clear size mismatch?

Forget the fancy moves. Chen Yan went straight up.

BOOM!

A full-speed, no-hesitation in-your-face dunk right over Green.

The crowd lost it.

Green didn't even try to contest. He had no choice but to eat it.

Chen Yan just posterized him like a string of dominoes.

"Focus! Get back quicker!" Florida head coach Billy Donovan was already yelling from the sideline. "Don't let that guy get into open court again!"

But Florida didn't panic. They stuck to their game plan—steady, unshaken.

Noah set a screen just inside the three-point line. Brewer curled off it, cutting hard to the rim. Horford, stationed high, lobbed a perfect pass over the top.

Brewer caught it mid-stride and laid it in cleanly.

Nice execution. A classic off-ball set.

But the Gators didn't celebrate. They knew better than to give Chen Yan space to operate again.

They sprinted back on defense before the net even stopped moving.

DJ Augustin inbounded immediately, skipped past midcourt, then dumped it to Chen Yan before pulling out to the corner to stretch the floor.

This time, waiting for Chen was Corey Brewer.

6'9", long, lean, and averaging 13.2 points per game this season. The Gators' second-leading scorer. But more importantly—he was their defensive ace. 176 career steals, fifth all-time in Florida history.

Now he stood eye-to-eye with Chen Yan.

Chen gave him a quick once-over and chuckled. This guy looks more like a medieval knight than a baller.

He started with a slick crossover.

Brewer, confident in his defense, timed the reach as Chen switched hands.

Wrong move.

Despite being 6'9", Brewer's wingspan was only 6'8". Rare for a Black athlete—shorter arms than height. A "T-Rex" by NBA standards.

He reached in—Chen dipped low.

Gone.

Brewer whiffed.

Dammit.

Chen hit the right wing near the free throw line, where Taurean Green rotated over. Chen didn't hesitate—right-to-left under-the-leg cross, kept his dribble tight, and accelerated again.

Green was toast.

Chen exploded toward the lane.

Horford and Noah both dropped, ready to collapse with a two-man wall.

But Chen's footwork went next-level.

He hit the brakes and tossed a Phantom Step—a lightning-quick zigzag that left defenders guessing.

Z-shaped footwork.

A blur.

He sliced clean through the tiny seam between Horford and Noah like a knife through paper.

Noah blinked. What kind of snakeskin movement was that!?

Horford instinctively swiped backward, trying to pin the ball.

Too late.

Chen floated under, looped his arm around, and kissed the ball off the glass for the and-one.

BEEP!

Whistle blew. Horford had caught his wrist.

And-one!

The building erupted.

Back-to-back buckets. Two totally different styles—one fast break dunk, one surgical half-court masterpiece.

The second play? Way harder.

First row, courtside, Selena Gomez was wide-eyed.

"That guy is insane!"

"You won't really know until you try him," her best friend Taylor Swift teased with a smirk. "But he's kinda cute."

Selena glanced over and immediately clocked the look in Taylor's eyes. Uh oh. She's got the hots for him already...

Up in the booth, Mike Breen was fired up.

"BANG! What a play! Chen just took on the entire Florida defense by himself!"

Van Gundy adjusted his headset, not as amused.

"Chen's individual talent is unquestionable, but that was an unnecessarily tough route. With all the help collapsing, he had open teammates—kicking out would've been smarter."

Typical coach talk. The fans didn't care.

Was it the most efficient choice?

Maybe not.

But if every play had to be logical and by the book…

What's the point of having superstars?

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