ost: Zhao Dong
Physical Attributes:
Stamina: 95
Injury Resistance: 90
Jumping: 97
Coordination: 96
Balance: 84
Flexibility: 84
Strength: 85
Speed: 89
Technical Ratings:
Basic Skills → Shooting 93, Passing 85, Ball Handling 88
Offense → Pull-up Jumper 95, Low Post 90, Step-back Jumper 90, Dribbling 71, Spot-up Jumper 76, Hook Shot 76, Floater 76, Straight-arm Jumper 70, Rebound Jumper 60, Turnaround Jumper 63, Turnaround Fadeaway 50, Turnaround Step-back 55, Cutting 83, Off-ball Movement 75
Defense → Perimeter Defense 95, Interior Defense 90, Rebounding 99, Blocks 91, Steals 90
Playmaking → 99
Gold Medal Skills:
Low Post Play (90)
Pull-up Jumper (95)
After checking his attributes, Zhao Dong realized that in just one season, his game was already near elite level. That kind of progression was rare. Even future LeBron James wouldn't have physical tools this stacked at his age.
Offensively, dude had four elite skills, including two gold medal-level moves. That meant his firepower was legit. Add in his speed, mobility, and mismatch advantages at small forward, and he could already handle double teams. He just needed to keep training and refining his technical skills.
Defense? No holes, inside or out. At this point, he was already an elite two-way player.
But there was one glaring weakness—his post game was trash.
None of his back-to-the-basket moves were even second-tier, let alone elite. That meant he could only attack facing up, which was a problem.
Guys like Jordan had that turnaround fadeaway as a lethal post weapon, but Zhao Dong? He didn't have that in his bag yet.
Sighing, he leaned back.
"Damn… been single too long. Not good for my health. Lin Min ain't easy to pull, maybe I should switch targets."
Too tired to keep overthinking, he knocked out quickly—dude took over 30 shots and grabbed 18 rebounds that night.
Next Morning
Zhao Dong woke up just before noon. After packing his bags, a staff member knocked on the door.
"Zhao, hurry up!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Dragging his suitcase, he left the room. The team had an away game against the Mavericks tomorrow, then back home after that.
His phone buzzed—it was his mom.
"Hello? Dongdong?"
"Ma, it's me. Everything good at home?"
"All good, but your brother's acting up again. Drives the car you bought him and just hangs out with his boys all day. No real job. I regret letting you buy it for him."
"Damn, Dacheng still wildin'?" Zhao thought.
"Oh, is he still with that fight club?"
"Yeah, always around a bunch of guys. I don't even know what they do all day. I just worry… what if they get caught up in something bad?"
Zhao Dong rubbed his chin. "Ma, how about I set him up with a gym or martial arts school?"
"You're gonna spend more money? No need. Just let him be. I'm saving all the money you send home. No need to get him in trouble."
"It's fine, Ma. It's not even that expensive. Plus, it might get him to chill out. He looked after me when I was a kid, took a lot of beatings for me. I owe him."
"Pfft, he's the one who got you into trouble in the first place. Of course, he took the blame!"
"We're brothers for life, Ma. A little cash ain't nothing."
She sighed. "Alright, but consider it a loan. He has to pay you back when he makes money."
"If he does, just keep it. Take it as me spoiling you a little."
"Hah… my little boy is still so filial."
"Ma, you called for something else, right?"
"Oh, right! That Liu lady from the Sports Committee came by again."
"Liu Yumin?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's her."
"She say anything?"
"Not really. Just brought some gifts, said she was checking in. I figured I should let you know."
"No problem. I'll return the favor when I get back."
They kept talking until he got on the team bus.
On the Bus
As soon as he sat down next to Oakley, he heard him and Ewing talking excitedly.
"Yo, who's Dita?" Zhao Dong asked.
"You don't know Dita?" Oakley scoffed. "Damn, you really a country boy."
Laughter broke out.
"A new actress? Model? She ever pull up to The Garden?" Zhao Dong asked.
After a few minutes, he realized they were talking about Dita Von Teese—future Queen of Burlesque.
This woman was next-level sexy, with that old-school classic Hollywood look, tiny ass waist, and a striptease act so artistic even the British royal family wanted her.
"She's doing a champagne bath show in Dallas tomorrow night, you in?" Oakley asked.
"Shit, why not?" Zhao Dong smirked.
They had five days off after the Mavericks game—perfect timing to unwind.
Game Night – Knicks @ Mavericks
For some reason, the whole team went ice-cold, including Zhao Dong. The Knicks lost to a trash Mavs squad, snapping their 9-game winning streak.
Record: 51-13 (Still 2nd in the East).
Zhao Dong still got his 30+10 streak, finishing with 32 points & 13 rebounds, earning 5 skill points.
Ewing didn't even trip—he accepted that Zhao Dong was the new franchise player. Van Gundy didn't mind either. The team needed Zhao Dong to go off.
Postgame – Dallas Nightlife
Back at the hotel, Zhao Dong and Oakley freshened up, hit the cologne, and linked up with the squad.
Van Gundy and Thibodeau stood nearby, looking serious.
"Jeff, you sure you don't wanna come?" Thibodeau asked.
"Nah, we're family men. Besides, we can't risk the media catching us."
"...So what?"
Van Gundy smirked. "We go separately. Smaller target."
"Damn right." Thibs pulled out a sun hat.
Van Gundy did the same.
Inside 'Nightingale' Club
Under the dim lights, sipping a drink, Zhao Dong watched Dita take the stage.
Playoffs were coming. He figured he had maybe two more nights like this before the grind really kicked in.
Onstage, under a spotlight, stood a giant champagne glass covered in Swarovski crystals.
Then Dita appeared.
Old-school Hollywood glam, red lips, killer curves.
Piece by piece, she peeled off her outfit—slow, elegant, hypnotic.
The crowd went wild.
Zhao Dong leaned back in his chair, taking in the scene.
"Damn… now this is art."
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