NBA: This center is incredibly strong.

"Coach Zhang, do you think there are any players like Chen Yan in China?" Yu Jia asked excitedly, her face flushed, as she kept pressing the shutter to take pictures.

"Let me think..." Zhang Weiping was stumped by the question. Countless images of players flashed through his mind, but he couldn't find a single one that matched. "A player like Chen Yan is one in a hundred years. No player in the country has such terrifying physical qualities."

"I heard he lived in America for eight years. I wonder if we can invite him to join the national team?" Yu Jia said hesitantly.

He very much hopes that Chen Yan can win glory for the country, then the strength of the national team will definitely increase dramatically.

"Let's finish the interview and find an opportunity to ask," Director Zhang thought, though he wasn't entirely sure.

Chen Yan has lived abroad for a long time, so it's unknown how much affection he still has for his motherland.

On the court, Chen Yan blocked the ball, which was picked up by his teammate Garetti and passed to Hudson who came forward to receive it.

Hudson received the ball and advanced to the top of the arc, where he stopped, looking for an opportunity to break through.

suddenly!

Chen Yan walked past Hudson, strode towards the restricted area, and even made a gesture of pointing one finger to the sky.

Hudson naturally understood Chen Yan's signal; it was a common tactic they used in training matches.

Immediately, he decisively tossed the basketball into the paint.

Chen Yan rushed into the restricted area, used his body to push aside Swift, who was following him around, and leaped into the air. He caught the basketball in mid-air with one hand and slammed it into the basket with great force.

The audience erupted in cheers and shouts once again.

After landing, Chen Yan quickly returned to defense and gave Hudson a high five as he passed by.

"Troy, your passing has improved. Keep it up."

"Chen, as agreed, it's my turn next round," Hudson whispered.

In the face of Chen Yan's giant elbow, all beings are equal. If he doesn't want to keep his promise, no one can punish him.

"No problem, I'll cover for you next round." Chen Yan clearly understood that sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone, and a handsome guy like him would never hog the benefits.

The Grizzlies are on offense, and Damon Jones dribbles up the court to organize the attack.

After several passes on the perimeter, the ball finally fell into the hands of small forward Grant Long.

They now know that the Magic have a defensive anchor in the paint, and only by taking down that guy can they score in the restricted area.

Clearly, they knew their own limitations and dared not attempt anything rashly, so they could only look for scoring opportunities on the outside.

Grant Long didn't have much patience. After dribbling a few times, he took a jump shot over Monty Williams' defense.

The basketball bounced off the rim and missed.

Chen Yan jumped up and grabbed the backboard. After landing, he propped himself up on his elbow, looked around, and seeing that no one was coming to steal the ball, passed it out.

Faced with Chen Yan's giant pork knuckle, no one had the courage to try it.

Although it can draw offensive fouls, getting hit by one can be fatal.

Hudson dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and patiently waited for Chen Yan to arrive.

Chen Yan, who was following closely behind, found a good position and turned to the side to provide cover.

Hudson quickly got going, bypassing the cover and rushing over.

Damon Jones tried to force his way through the cover to catch up, but was blocked by Chen Yan's broad body.

Hudson, having shaken off his defender, rushed to the right mid-range area and pulled up for a jump shot.

Unfortunately, he wasn't feeling his best and couldn't make the shot.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it!" Chen Yan, who rushed into the penalty area, felt a little disappointed with Hudson and could only finish the job himself.

The basketball bounced high off the rim, its arc high and graceful, clearly heading straight for the front of the hoop.

Inside the penalty area, Swift and Grizzlies power forward Osera Harrington had already positioned themselves, sandwiching Chen Yan between them.

Chen Yan did not flank or use any skillful positioning.

He stood directly behind the two men, bent his knees, and jumped.

All three people jumped at the same time.

The result was that Chen Yan's head was a head taller than the other two people's.

At the highest point, his long arms swished the basketball toward the basket.

It didn't go in.

The ball spun around the rim and bounced out.

Chen Yan jumped again and grabbed the offensive rebound over the two players.

"Box out, block out the position, don't let that guy jump!" Grizzlies head coach Sidney Lowe roared.

Chen Yan has learned his lesson this time.

Instead of trying to gently put the ball back in, he grabbed the ball with both hands, pulled it down forcefully, landed with both feet, and then slumped his shoulders to knock Swift aside as she tried to block his position, before jumping up from the spot.

Seeing that he could no longer stop Chen Yan, Harrington decisively fouled and grabbed Chen Yan.

Chen Yan felt his body suddenly sink, but it still couldn't stop him from taking off, and he completed a powerful slam dunk while still hanging on people.

"Bang--!!!"

The rim groaned again.

"Beep~ Grizzlies player number 24 committed a foul by pulling an opponent. The goal stands, and an additional free throw is awarded." The referee blew the whistle and made the ruling.

Swift stood there, watching Chen Yan's back, her expression a mixture of disbelief and something akin to awe.

The Magic's bench is completely out of control.

McGrady and Hill clapped, Amic and others stood up and excitedly shoved each other, while other fringe players waved towels excitedly.

At this moment, the TD Water House Centre is no longer a stadium, but a boiling volcano.

"Chen Yan!!!"

The DJ at the scene called out his name in a drawn-out tone.

Although only about 60% of the 15,000 seats were occupied, the roar of the 8,000 to 9,000 people filled the entire stadium in that instant.

Some people were screaming, some were clapping, and some were throwing their unfinished popcorn into the air.

A middle-aged man wearing a Magic blue and white retro jersey turned to his friend and said, "He reminds me of 1993."

The friend standing nearby immediately understood and said, "You mean...?"

"Yes. That summer. The summer Shaquille first played here."

My friend paused for a moment, then said, "That's far from enough. Shaquille averaged 23 points and 14 rebounds in his rookie season."

"I know, I'm not talking about the stats. I'm talking about—the feeling. That feeling of having something in the paint that a normal human being simply can't handle. You know what he's going to do in there, you know he's going to grab rebounds over you, you know he's going to knock down anyone trying to stop him, but you just—you just can't stop him!"

On the field, the referee blew his whistle, signaling for the game to continue.

Chen Yan stepped to the free-throw line, received the basketball from the referee, and prepared to take the free throw.

"This is going to expose our weakness." Chen Yan patted the ball with a serious expression, then shot it with a standard shooting form.

The opponents were unaware of Chen Yan's free throw percentage, and since it was still a preseason game, they were not prepared to box out for rebounds.

"Damn, it's too short." Chen Yan immediately rushed to the basket, and before anyone could react, he jumped up, grabbed the rebounding basketball, and slammed it into the hoop.

The stands erupted in cheers and shouts that echoed throughout the stadium.

"Four points and three rebounds in one possession, this rookie is something else!" Mike Bibby commented from the Grizzlies' bench.

Both are rookies, but while other teams' fifth overall pick dominates the paint, their own second overall pick plays like a pile of dog shit.

The team's management is completely blind!

Mike Bibby knew very well that the Grizzlies had no chance of turning the game around if they didn't field their full starting lineup.

The game is over!