Generation Z Artists

Chapter 253 Americans are also chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur).
That scene is still being replayed repeatedly on the large screen above the stadium.

The on-site director was incredibly cunning; he deliberately showed footage from the side as well, allowing for comparison from multiple angles.

From O'Neal's dramatic fall to his futile outstretched hands, and the look of terror and astonishment on his face, everything is still vivid in my mind.

A Sports Illustrated reporter on the sidelines captured a set of absolutely brilliant photos from the perfect angle.

Fang Xinghe's right hand was hanging on the rim, his left hand slightly raised, pointing diagonally downwards, his gaze cold and indifferent, while O'Neal leaned back, his hands stretching forward as if trying to grab something...

redemption.

The reporter thought to himself with certainty: He wanted to grasp at salvation, but His Highness refused to save him, coldly watching him fall into hell.

American media are great storytellers; a new world-famous painting, along with its associated story, was officially born that night.

……

Now enveloped in a volatile atmosphere, the audience stood up, waving and shouting wildly.

"Fuck!"

Tom Cruise got so excited that he jumped up and punched the air.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Miss Paris, standing nearby, also stood up, leaned forward, cupped her hands to her mouth, and screamed, "Fuck me! Star Sugar, fuck me!"

"Shameless bitch!"

Anne Hathaway was so angry she was gritting her teeth, but as the camera panned across her, she immediately put on her sweetest smile and bounced around, waving enthusiastically into the crowd.

"Take care of yourself, my hero!"

The camera slowly pans across the VIP seats, where the first three rows are practically a land of women.

It's clearly a purely male sport, yet the Wizards' home arena is always shrouded in women.

Players from other teams in the league were green with envy, but there was nothing they could do; they simply couldn't compete in this aspect, and they couldn't win over any of the female fans.

"He's really hot."

Carmelo Anthony grumbled to his best friend, sounding a bit sour.

Scoop shrugged: "Bro, I think he's incredibly handsome, so come on, don't be jealous of him, we're not on the same page."

Not far from them, James bit his fingernails, his heart pounding with emotion.

"Mav, do you think I'll ever have a day like that?"

"Of course, you are our king!"

Maverick Carter, James' childhood friend and later the chief strategist and CEO of his business empire, nodded firmly and seriously.

“He just developed differently, but you are the more talented one. Everything he has today—honor, fame, status, wealth, cheers, fans—you will have all of it one day, and even more, far exceeding Star River.”

Despite his friend's unwavering support, James was still filled with worry and unease.

Is it really possible?
Can I really create such a legend in just one year since joining the league?

Time will tell.

But this moment belongs only to Washington's Holy Son, Fang Xinghe.

"A poster dunk that will be forever etched in basketball history, dedicated to all Washington fans, the creator... Star rerererere... River!"

The DJ played a 20-second long note, accompanied by an extremely energetic electronic version of Cloud Palace Sound, and screams continued until the very last second of the pause.

After a thorough examination by the team doctor, O'Neal was found to be in no serious condition.

In fact, most commentators have long been aware of this, but some dare to speak out while others keep it to themselves.

Barkley, who doesn't tolerate anyone's dissent, immediately started complaining.

"This is absurd. With Shaq's physique, it's impossible for him to get injured in a collision with SR. In fact, I'm more worried about SR. That sudden, forceful pull on the frame just now must have caused serious damage to the rotator cuff ligaments..."

Kenny smiled, ignoring O'Neal, and only talked about Fang Xinghe.

“SR’s physical structure is somewhat unusual. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but his flexibility is probably among the best in history. Many of his incredible pull-ups are moves that black and white players simply cannot make…”

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stir up any racial conflict. I just suddenly thought of men's gymnastics, which has been dominated by Chinese athletes. SR reminds me of a gymnast who combines strength and grace even better, with movements that are both beautiful and rhythmic.

These seasoned commentators are all truly excellent.

Based on Fang Xinghe's performance, they not only figured out almost everything about him, but they even started to consider innovating their training methods.

"Our players' training may be lagging behind. We should really ask SR to share his training methods later. He's so strong and perfect!"

The constant stream of praise from every angle dominated the entire fourth quarter.

Because there was really nothing left to talk about.

O'Neal was not injured, but he refused to play again, so Phil Jackson had to send him back to the locker room under the pretext of injury.

The Lakers' situation suddenly collapsed.

Fang Xinghe casually threw down two three-pointers, one from a great distance and the other a clean swish after a step-back jumper, before waving his hand dismissively.

“Hey, it’s my turn to get off, Doug, Laker Death.”

This wasn't grammatically correct, but the sentence was like a knife, stabbing deeply into the hearts of all the Lakers players present.

"Fuck!"

Kobe was so angry that he threw the basketball down and wanted to go find Fang Xinghe.

But Fox immediately stopped him and whispered, "We've already lost the game, don't let us lose anything else."

What does "other" refer to?
Everyone knows the truth.

But did they really protect "the others"?

The Wizards fans, singing and dancing, and the Lakers fans, grieving like they've lost their parents, will tell everyone the answer.

No, they lost everything.

Ultimately, in the opening game of the 02-03 regular season, the Wizards easily defeated the Lakers with a score of 118-99.

Fang Xinghe did not set a new scoring record. His playing time was 36 minutes, with 2 assists, 2 rebounds, and 6 steals. He took a crazy 30 shots and scored 72 points with extreme efficiency.

However, the lack of a record does not mean it was not sensational. Fang Xinghe "composed the most magnificent chapter of modern basketball with his extremely exhilarating attacks, conquering all fans and media."

This was the news report from that day's evening news program. It was short, only 30 seconds long, but it was placed as the first international news item.

The tone set by the news broadcast is becoming increasingly useless for Fang Xinghe. Those who need to know him already know him, and those who should love him and those who should hate him are basically fixed. There is no possibility of him continuing to become famous.

But this match silenced the media.

They pretended to be ignorant and kept quiet about it. Some particularly shameless media outlets even continued to spread rumors, but it didn't make much of a difference.

Absolute strength cannot subdue everything, but it can silence the haters.

Whether you agree or not, just shut up.

The media in the capitalist world presents a completely different attitude.

Japan and South Korea are praising it wildly, flattering it wildly, and posting about it wildly.

The absence of any particularly direct conflict of interest makes them appear exceptionally warm and gentle.

Yomiuri Shimbun: "Prince Fang Xinghe unleashed his unique divine bloodline, delivering an unprecedented and devastating attack, once again raising the bar for Asians and sparking a second major basketball craze in Japan."

That's awesome! And that's Marseille!
Sankei Shimbun: "Although Fang Xinghe's political stance is unpleasant, his outstanding performance in the NBA has secured greater opportunities for Asians in all aspects of life in the United States, and we have to respect such a person."

I don't like it, but I'm impressed!
Chosun Ilbo: "Following his championship victory in Washington, Bang Sung-ha, the Son of the Sun, once again delivered a godlike performance, conquering the entire United States and even the world! 72 points is by no means the limit for our Korean players. We are proud that our Republic of Korea has such a lineage!"

(｀Д)!!
Holy crap, you guys are one of South Korea's three major newspapers! You've started this too?

Yes, although they tried to cover it up, they started anyway.

Anyway, Fang Xinghe never reports anything negative. Everyone else is just jumping on the bandwagon, so why should I fall behind? And please rest assured, officers, our wording is absolutely precise and absolutely safe!

Fang Ge was amused by the phrase "Korean players," they really know how to come up with new tricks. As for the following phrase "bloodline," it was so rubbish that he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it.

The Fang family bloodline has indeed continued in South Korea.

Various tabloids have reported that Fang Xinghe has about a hundred younger siblings. Fang Tonghui is living a really damn comfortable life.

Fang Xinghe didn't care who was telling the truth or who was lying.

Fang Tonghui's children are not his younger siblings. Blood ties may cause Fang Tonghui some unease, but Fang Tonghui is the one with the will, and he doesn't care about those things.

Anyone who tries to challenge him with this kind of ethical joke will be in for a beating by Brother Fang.

However, Koreans really can't be messed with.

The three major newspapers weren't the most outrageous thing; what was even more outrageous was that SBS, one of the three major broadcasting stations, actually invited Fang Tonghui to do a special program!
At this moment, a new non-governmental organization called the Chinese Translation Group has just been established in China. Driven by passion, they upload TV shows, movies, and variety shows from various countries, translate them into Chinese, and post them on forums for netizens to watch for free.

The dilapidated internet cafes gave rise to the first generation of loyal viewers of American dramas, Korean variety shows, and Japanese anime in China.

They couldn't resist and translated this special episode into Chinese right away.

The program was sent back to China and quickly caused a huge uproar.

That's a story for later, let's leave it at that for now.

Basketball Illustrated featured the iconic photograph on its cover and published in-depth reports by professional basketball commentators.

"We once thought that Fang Xinghe, with his special talent from the mysterious ancient country of the East, represented the highest level of basketball IQ in the basketball hall of fame."

This iconic significance transcends all adjectives; with his unique insight, he selects teammates, builds lineups, devises tactics, supervises training, and ultimately, executes them on the field.

So we watched for an entire season as that weak Wizards team, under his command, unleashed 200% of its potential, easily destroying one strong team after another in the league.

His influence is ubiquitous yet subtle, averaging over 20 points and nearly 10 assists per game, easily leading his team to the championship.

This is the most 'cheap' championship team in NBA history, and Star River's shrewdness has filled the remaining salary cap space.

We praise him highly, admire him, and call him a tactical master.

But today, all these preconceived notions have been completely overturned.

It turns out that he didn't only have tactics; he simply chose tactics.

Lazy, leisurely, uninterested, effortlessly, he casually won the championship that all players dream of.

The 4-1 aggregate score already said it all.

But back then, nobody understood, nobody believed, including me. Everyone thought Star River had done his best, and that was his limit.

But what have we seen today?
Star River in its pure attack form!

A more terrifying, more extreme, and more despair-inducing angel of punishment!
He seems easier to defend now that he no longer passes the ball, but if even Kobe, who has first-team defensive ability and is the right size, is helpless against him, then who else can defend him?
Throughout the history of the NBA, there has never been a defensive player who could match Star River's offensive style!
This means that, whether in tactical or offensive form, Star River is one of the two most unbeatable opponents in history.

Personally, I would even rank his offensive power above Michael Jordan's dunks—his three-pointers are just too far and too accurate!
After tonight, Michael's throne will be in grave danger.

Fortunately, Star River will only play for one year, and he will only play one crazy game like today.

Otherwise, in less than three years, we'll have to start discussing all over again who the true god of basketball is…”

Similar news stories flooded the internet, and the public discussed them heatedly.

The title of "God of Basketball" must be welded to Danny's head. This guy, with a cigar between his fingers, casually waves his hand, looking all cool.

"Whatever, I don't care about those empty titles."

Okay, he certainly has the right to show off. Even without the 7th championship, which was an absolute dual-core title, this old rogue still has 6 single-core god-level titles in his hands and isn't worried at all.

However, American media, American experts, American fans, and even ordinary Americans are eager to weld a crown onto Fang Xinghe's head.

Because he was so strong, he raised the bar for basketball, and it was such a pity that he abandoned basketball like a worn-out shoe.

If you don't give him a high enough historical status, it's tantamount to shaking the foundation of the NBA, undermining the absoluteness of the NBA, and undermining the legend that has been painstakingly created.

What should I do?
After heated discussion, several new nicknames that are not exclusive to the basketball field emerged—

Saint of the Stars.

The Celestial Saint.

Celestial means "heavenly, celestial, sacred," perfectly encompassing both the meanings of "starry sky" and "sacred," making it appear very grand and solemn.

Saint of the Star Realm.

The Astral Saint.

Astral means "of the stars" or "of the celestial realm," a perfect equivalent to "celestial realm," carrying a mystical and fantastical feel, and is very cool and gamified.

Astral Supreme.

Astral Sanctus.

Using the Latin word "Sanctus" adds a sense of antiquity, mystery, and religious solemnity, while also being elegant; the phrase sounds more like an ancient deity.

Ultimately, a vote was organized by North American Stars, and with the consent of half of the netizens who joined in the fun, Fang Xinghe's official nickname was finally determined to be "Astral Sanctus".

Passionate basketball fans played a huge role in this.

This is how they explained their reasoning: "SR's moves on the field are always effortless, no matter how difficult they are, but elegance is always etched on him - absolute elegant dominance, which is very fitting for Astral Supreme."

At the same time, this also indirectly illustrates his status as the uncrowned king in the field of basketball, standing alongside the supreme and godlike, symbolizing his wonderful collaboration with Michael Jordan this year..."

Alright, alright, you have more words, you're right!

Thus, Fang Ge's official full name in the Western world became Astral Sanctus Star River.

Fang Xinghe, the Supreme Being of the Star Realm.

It's a bit cringeworthy, but there's no way around it.

Don't assume Westerners aren't a bit immature. Those stories about Daenerys Targaryen, the Mountain, and the Saviors—their English is all incredibly immature. You get used to it, though.

This matter has been widely discussed online and in some media outlets, but the NBA officials have remained hesitant, only announcing that they will induct Fang Xinghe into the Hall of Fame and erect a statue in his honor.

Nike didn't care about any of that; they were overjoyed, restless, and anxious... and happily went on to develop the Astral Sanctus I.

This is a specially customized version of an offensive guard shoe.

Okay, enough of that. The genre doesn't matter at all. Just the fact that he scored 72 points against Shaq in a head-on battle is enough to make it a bestseller.

As for the Galaxy 2nd generation shoes that Fang Xinghe is currently wearing... it doesn't matter.

Do you know what regular season version everyday shoes are, and what special shoes for special anniversaries are?

The former preys on the daily needs of the lower class, while the latter preys on the wealth of the rich. In any case, they will eventually become rare and extinct, so just let the money speak for itself.

Nike's design department worked around the clock for a full 36 hours, and then the vice president happily brought the concept to Nike's door, wanting to get the CEO's opinion.

As a result, the newly purchased mansion in Washington was completely empty. Where were the people?!
Fang Xinghe completely ignored the numerous embellishments from the American side and returned to China the day after the opening match.

He was traveling on Donald Graham's private jet, the owner and helmsman of the Washington Post, a loyal apostle of the Astral Supreme, and a fervent football fan, Donald.

Therefore, the journey is discreet, and the landing is even more discreet.

The Celestial Supreme quietly returned to his loyal crew, eager to embark on his next journey.

The moment Xiao Xian'er saw him, her body trembled slightly, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

But you're celebrating too soon.

Sisi.

The most inhuman thing is this smiling dog in front of you.

(End of this chapter)