Chapter 125 The Most Famous "Su Simp" in Pennsylvania

As the most famous "Su simp" in all of Pennsylvania, Maxson had been in an extremely good mood recently.

Especially after Lower Merion made it all the way to the state finals.

With the sales of *The Philadelphia Evening Post* soaring, Maxson's previous speculations about Su Feng's future had gone from nonsense to foresight.

In fact, before the state finals even began, Maxson had been notified by the newspaper that he had been promoted to chief reporter of *The Philadelphia Evening Post*.

Life is sometimes so wonderful.

If Maxson's thoughts at this moment were translated into Chinese, the general idea would be: If being a simp can get you everything, then why not?

"In the quarterfinals and semifinals, we all thought that Su, who scored 31 and 24 points respectively, was already good enough, but...

Unexpectedly, he brought us another surprise in the finals!"

While watching the finals from the stands, Maxson was taking shorthand notes in his notebook.

"He is tireless on the court, and even if his last shot doesn't go in, he will resolutely take the next one.

This is the quality that a top shooter must have. In my opinion, he is already the best shooter in Pennsylvania!"

As a news reporter with a conscience, Maxson's reports had always emphasized truth and reason.

"Alas, these evaluations simply don't match Su's talent!"

"I wonder if people will get tired of my praise for Su.

But, he shoots accurately and defends well, I really don't know how to criticize him!" The always meticulous Maxson thought sadly.

Okay...

If Su Feng's performance in the previous quarterfinals and semifinals could still be criticized, then his performance in this final could only be described as perfect.

On the court, Su Feng, who kept getting fed the ball by Kobe, had even forgotten about the Yang Yan badge.

Because Su Feng was about to be fed to the point of throwing up...

Uh... that's not right!

Shooting is such a pleasant thing that Su Feng felt he wouldn't throw up even if he took fifty or sixty shots per game.

However, watching Kobe, who was tirelessly switching methods to feed him the ball, Su Feng suspected that he had also been possessed or replaced.

Behind-the-back passes, bounce passes, drive-and-kicks...

Anyway, believe it or not, on this night of March 26, 1995, Su Feng really received all kinds of wonderful passes from Kobe!

This feeling...

It was as if the sun really rose in Los Angeles at four in the morning!

"Su, you hesitated when you shot just now, you shouldn't hesitate!"

"Su, did you see that their defense was shaken by me? If you run more actively, I'll pass the ball to you!"

If it weren't for Kobe occasionally showing his trademark "death stare" during the game, Su Feng really wouldn't have believed that the person wearing the Lower Merion No. 33 jersey...

Was Kobe!

It was just a pity that although Su Feng was a walking *Kobe Encyclopedia*, how could he really understand Kobe?

At this moment, Kobe was completely immersed in the joy brought about by the increase in his assist stats.

Mainly because Kobe's process of stat-padding assists in the previous two games had been too difficult.

So it led him to have the urge to fleece the sheep clean in this game.

"Sure enough, only Su understands me. Assists make me happy!" Kobe thought happily, having already reached double-digit assists without realizing it.

On the court, Lower Merion was on the attack.

Swartz, one of the "Three Rejections," perhaps felt that he was having too easy of a time tonight, so this time he got a great open look on the wing through movement.

However, after being glared at by Kobe, who was responsible for controlling the ball, Swartz retreated to the side dejectedly.

And just as Swartz retreated to the side, Kobe suddenly passed the ball with a smile to Su Feng, who was being closely guarded by Erie Catholic High School.

Swish!

Su Feng once again shot through the Erie Catholic High School's small forward's face.

"So this is what it feels like to play team basketball."

Kobe, who felt that his organizational talent could already be compared with Stockton, gave Su Feng a thumbs-up while thinking to himself.

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Erie Catholic High School completely collapsed.

They couldn't defend against Kobe's drives tonight.

Even less could they defend against Kobe's thought process.

Because, taking previous games as a reference, Kobe had already broken through into the restricted area, so shouldn't he attack by himself?

Um...

As a result, out of the blue, Kobe passed!

Are you angry or not?

Are you angry or not?

Okay, if Kobe kept passing, that would be one thing, but he made some shots that weren't even good opportunities, so do you defend or not?

Of course, the most important thing was that the Chinese kid on the other side tonight was simply amazing!

Su Feng shot down Erie Catholic High School.

Truly a "shooting down" style.

80 to 57. At the moment the fourth quarter ended, the players of Erie Catholic High School only wanted to say one thing to Kobe and Su Feng: Give me the ball, I want to go home!

The entire Capital Sports Arena had become a sea of joy.

Lower Merion had successfully won the 94/95 season Pennsylvania High School League Championship!

It is worth mentioning that this was also the first state championship Lower Merion had won in 52 years.

Throughout the game, Su Feng made 19 of 30 shots, including 6 of 9 three-pointers and 2 of 3 free throws, scoring a game-high 46 points, along with 4 rebounds, 1 assist, 3 blocks, and 3 steals.

Kobe, on the other hand, made 8 of 13 shots, including 1 of 2 three-pointers and 3 of 6 free throws, scoring the second-highest score of 20 points, 14 rebounds, 18 assists, 4 blocks, and 3 steals.

In addition, Kobe was also named the MVP of the 94/95 season Pennsylvania High School Basketball League with an average of 30.5 points, 11.8 rebounds, 7.2 assists, 4.4 steals, and 3.7 blocks per game.

If this were a bunch of men, Su Feng felt that he would definitely have psychological shadows in the future.

"Alas, being handsome is also a problem." Su Feng thought as he straightened his clothes.

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On-site, after interacting with fans, the award ceremony began immediately.

Wearing a white Lower Merion jersey, a youthful Kobe put on a hat symbolizing the state championship and raised the championship trophy for Lower Merion amid cheers.

Then, he also received the FMVP trophy from the Deputy Mayor of Harrisburg.

Kobe choked up several times while giving his acceptance speech.

Seeing this scene, Su Feng was also filled with emotion.

After all, this was young Kobe. Clearly, Kobe had lost his usual composure on the court while speaking.

At this moment, he finally seemed like a 16-year-old boy.

Kobe first thanked his parents, then thanked his teammates and coaches...

Um... but he didn't thank Su Feng.

Because...

"Tonight, I want to especially thank one person."

"That's my teammate – Su."

"We met last summer. At that time, he was playing on my turf.

After seeing his terrible basketball skills, I wanted to go up and tell him, 'Hey, buddy, this is my turf.'

But unexpectedly, he turned around and told me, 'Hey, you want to prove that this turf is yours? Then you have to beat me in a one-on-one first.'

I was very angry at the time, but later, when I learned about his dream, I felt that we were on the same path.

Over the past year, we have been practicing basketball together every day except for eating and sleeping.

In my heart, he is not only my teammate, my best helper, but also my best friend.

Thank you, my brother, Su!"

In Su Feng's opinion, if Kobe hadn't said the phrase "best helper," he probably wouldn't have been able to hold back his tears.

But no matter what, this was Kobe's heartfelt speech.

I just don't know if certain people in the future will cry after hearing it.

Compared to Kobe's speech, Su Feng's was much simpler when it was his turn to go on stage.

He ended his championship speech with a single sentence: "I hope we can defend our title next year."

"Sure enough, this is Su." Kobe, who had been feeling mixed emotions, couldn't help but give Su Feng a thumbs-up after seeing his calm expression.

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At the Capital Sports Arena, Lower Merion's championship ceremony lasted for a full 2 hours and 37 minutes before it ended.

In Su Feng's previous life, when Kobe was a senior, the toolman Swartz had recalled that because Lower Merion was so popular at the time, they were treated like the Beatles wherever they went.

In this life, with Su Feng's addition, Lower Merion was obviously even more popular.

Therefore, in Su Feng's view, the enthusiasm of the people of Pennsylvania could probably only be diminished by time.

After successfully winning the high school league championship, Su Feng could now be considered a person with honors in his career resume.

Pennsylvania High School League Best First Team and Best Defensive Player, Pennsylvania High School League Championship.

Su Feng knew that if he wanted to skip college and enter the NBA, this resume was still a bit thin.

But it didn't matter, because Su Feng had plenty of time to improve himself next.

And at the thought of the happy iron-smelting time during the summer vacation, Su Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances at Kobe.

Hugging the trophy and hiding in a corner to snicker, Kobe glared at Su Feng warily for a few seconds.

Su Feng was amused by Kobe's expression, because Kobe's expression reminded him of the photo from his previous life when Kobe was hugging the trophy and crying in the bathroom when the Lakers won the championship.

"Next, the goal is to upgrade the 7.0 system and maximize all the potential as much as possible!"

Su Feng was very curious, what other abilities would he be able to see in the 7.0 system?

For example, dribbling, which had already appeared but he couldn't see yet.

For example, key attributes such as speed, agility, and dunking.

In short, the road ahead is long and arduous, better to take a taxi.

"Alas, actually, steady and step-by-step improvement is my style, but...

What can I do? I have Kobe!" Su Feng sighed silently.

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