I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 10: Delusional Fantasies

"Do you believe in God?" Zhang Yu asked. He got up to leave, leaving Curry alone with his coffee. Zhang Yu sighed, feeling his grand ambition was destined to be shattered.

"Stop dreaming. Unless the Warriors owner is out of his mind, they'd never hire a coach in his twenties. Do you think Chris Cohan is an idiot?" Stevens continued to poke the knife in.

"Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a bit dejected.

"Coach, I am God's most devout follower." Curry said with a serious expression. Ben Sladon panicked and rushed over. The original owner's dream was also to coach an NBA team. If he could coach the Warriors and continue to be Curry's coach... Curry assumed a posture of serious listening.

"In the East, there is no God. We call the divine 'Heaven.' It was Heaven that guided me to you. I don't know if this is a dream, but meeting you is a miracle in itself. Looking back ten years from now, we'll know how incredible all this was. Stephen, please trust me as much as you trust yourself. I promise you, we will create a legend." Zhang Yu's voice was deep and powerful. After he finished, the two of them designed new tactics for Curry for the upcoming season.

The next day, Zhang Yu dug out Curry's high school game footage and gave it to Stevens.

"Brad, tell me, do I have a chance to become an NBA head coach?" Zhang Yu's tone was slightly troubled. Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

"Sorry, Coach, I made a mistake in my positioning..." AJ Graves' eyes were full of worry. Zhang Yu smiled. He finally realized he couldn't maintain his usual composure in front of Curry. A surging feeling had been building in his heart. He had to say these words; he couldn't bear to see Curry doubt himself. But a flash of inspiration struck him, and he looked directly at Stevens, saying word for word, "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens. Curry stared blankly at Zhang Yu. Although he still felt he couldn't reach such heights, the sincerity and affirmation in Zhang Yu's words deeply moved him. Who could make Curry obey his every word? That would be me! Zhang Yu looked at the roster in his hand, feeling very fortunate to have recruited Curry. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the slightest confidence in leading the team to the Sweet Sixteen.

"Of course not, but changing your posture will make you play better."

"Coach, thank you," Curry said with a happy smile, then explained, "I spend all my free time practicing basketball, otherwise I wouldn't be short on pocket money. Many of my classmates have their own cars, but my mom doesn't agree to let me drive. She only gives me a small amount of pocket money each month." In the boundless darkness, a beam of light finally appeared before him. No matter how faint and illusory this light was, he had to grasp it tightly.

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you."

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"Ouch!" Zhang Yu cried out in pain and squatted down, covering his nose. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

Curry said seriously, "Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a bit dejected.

"Coach, I believe in you." Curry nodded emphatically.

"Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a bit dejected.

"But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, five years. Preferably coaching the Warriors. How likely do you think that is?" Zhang Yu pressed. Zhang Yu was stunned and said a bit sheepishly. Zhang Yu smiled. Curry stared blankly at Zhang Yu. Although he still felt he couldn't reach such heights, the sincerity and affirmation in Zhang Yu's words deeply moved him. Fortunately, the Bulldogs didn't have any games to play right now. The specific training matters were handled by the coaching staff led by Stevens. Zhang Yu only needed to watch the players train from the sidelines, occasionally clapping and cheering to maintain his presence as head coach. Otherwise, he might have been exposed. The players gathered around, all concerned about their head coach.

"I mean, it's not even dark yet, why are you already dreaming?" Stevens said lightly.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. He finally realized he couldn't maintain his usual composure in front of Curry. A surging feeling had been building in his heart. He had to say these words; he couldn't bear to see Curry doubt himself.

"I know it's tiring to do all this, but I believe you can persevere. You are Dell Curry's son. You grew up in NBA arenas. This is both your fortune and your burden. If you want to step out of your father's shadow, you can't just be a shooter." Zhang Yu said slowly.

"Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked. After meeting Curry, he recalled what he had said the night before he transmigrated. Could it be that because he made that "grand ambition," he transmigrated back to 2006? Curry assumed a posture of serious listening. Zhang Yu sighed, feeling his grand ambition was destined to be shattered.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Ronan, Ronan?" He knew the idea was far-fetched, but if he waited ten or twenty years to coach in the NBA, Curry would have already retired. It would be too late.

"No problem, Coach." Curry agreed readily. Zhang Yu continued, "Also, I hope you can focus on practicing your ball-handling and passing when you get back. You'll be the team's primary ball-handler next season. You need to change your habit of relying on off-ball offense. I suggest you watch more game footage of Chris Paul and Steve Nash. They are true passing masters. I don't expect you to make passes as exquisite as theirs, but you must possess the qualities a point guard should have." Zhang Yu said.

"Ouch!" Zhang Yu cried out in pain and squatted down, covering his nose. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Zhang Yu smiled. And with Curry's addition to the team, their playing style had to change. Zhang Yu and the coaching staff also adjusted the team's overall tactics. The players gathered around, all concerned about their head coach.

"I noticed you have a two-motion shot. Although your release is already fast, to play in the NCAA without gaining weight, you need an even faster release. I hope you can switch to a one-motion shot this summer, which will make your release speed reach its maximum."

"Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a bit dejected.

"Do you believe in God?" Zhang Yu asked. Zhang Yu patted his shoulder, "If you don't change your shooting form, I won't be able to play in the NCAA?" Curry asked.

"Of course not, but changing your posture will make you play better."

"Of course not, but changing your posture will make you play better." Stevens looked up at the sky thoughtfully. Although the memories inherited from the original owner were deeply etched in his mind, they weren't his own, and recalling them always felt like a barrier. After half a month of intense study, Zhang Yu gradually mastered the original owner's memories, transforming them into his own understanding of basketball. Although it was training, Ben Sladon's pass was powerful and happened to hit Zhang Yu's nose, one of the most vulnerable parts of the body. He squatted on the ground for a long time, unable to speak.

"I know it's tiring to do all this, but I believe you can persevere. You are Dell Curry's son. You grew up in NBA arenas. This is both your fortune and your burden. If you want to step out of your father's shadow, you can't just be a shooter." Zhang Yu said slowly.

Bang!

"In the East, there is no God. We call the divine 'Heaven.' It was Heaven that guided me to you. I don't know if this is a dream, but meeting you is a miracle in itself. Looking back ten years from now, we'll know how incredible all this was. Stephen, please trust me as much as you trust yourself. I promise you, we will create a legend." Zhang Yu's voice was deep and powerful...

"Okay, I'll change it when I get back!" After meeting Curry, he recalled what he had said the night before he transmigrated. Could it be that because he made that "grand ambition," he transmigrated back to 2006?

"Ouch!" Zhang Yu cried out in pain and squatted down, covering his nose. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, five years. Preferably coaching the Warriors. How likely do you think that is?" Zhang Yu pressed.

"Coach, you were supposed to treat me to coffee!"

"Also, I hope you can focus on practicing your ball-handling and passing when you get back. You'll be the team's primary ball-handler next season. You need to change your habit of relying on off-ball offense. I suggest you watch more game footage of Chris Paul and Steve Nash. They are true passing masters. I don't expect you to make passes as exquisite as theirs, but you must possess the qualities a point guard should have." Zhang Yu said.

"Okay, I'll change it when I get back!"

"Coach, I remember. I'll dedicate all my time to practicing basketball."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

The team's starting point guard, Ben Sladon, according to the established tactics, forcefully threw the ball to the left side of the court. However, AJ Graves, who was supposed to receive it, was still in the paint. The basketball flew out of bounds. Zhang Yu happened to be standing there, his gaze unfocused, clearly spacing out. In less than a week, the Bulldogs' recruitment work also concluded.

"Is it that much?"

"Ouch!" Zhang Yu cried out in pain and squatted down, covering his nose. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Well done, keep it up!" Stevens shouted encouragement from the sidelines. After meeting Curry, he recalled what he had said the night before he transmigrated. Could it be that because he made that "grand ambition," he transmigrated back to 2006? Zhang Yu smiled. The players saw that the coach was unharmed and felt relieved. Ben Sladon and AJ Graves apologized again.

"No problem, Coach." Curry agreed readily. Zhang Yu patted his shoulder. At that time, he would have enough confidence to coach the team.

"Do you believe in God?" Zhang Yu asked. But a flash of inspiration struck him, and he looked directly at Stevens, saying word for word, "But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, five years. Preferably coaching the Warriors. How likely do you think that is?" Zhang Yu pressed. At that time, he would have enough confidence to coach the team. Zhang Yu smiled. The players saw that the coach was unharmed and felt relieved. Ben Sladon and AJ Graves apologized again.

"I know it's tiring to do all this, but I believe you can persevere. You are Dell Curry's son. You grew up in NBA arenas. This is both your fortune and your burden. If you want to step out of your father's shadow, you can't just be a shooter." Zhang Yu said slowly.

"Ronan, Ronan?"

"I know the idea is far-fetched, but if he waits ten or twenty years to coach in the NBA, Curry would have already retired. It would be too late."

"No problem, Coach." Curry agreed readily. Zhang Yu continued, "Also, I hope you can focus on practicing your ball-handling and passing when you get back. You'll be the team's primary ball-handler next season. You need to change your habit of relying on off-ball offense. I suggest you watch more game footage of Chris Paul and Steve Nash. They are true passing masters. I don't expect you to make passes as exquisite as theirs, but you must possess the qualities a point guard should have." Zhang Yu said.

"Ouch!" Zhang Yu cried out in pain and squatted down, covering his nose. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, five years. Preferably coaching the Warriors. How likely do you think that is?" Zhang Yu pressed.

"Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a bit dejected.

"Coach, I believe in you." Curry nodded emphatically.

"Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a bit dejected.

"But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, five years. Preferably coaching the Warriors. How likely do you think that is?" Zhang Yu pressed. Zhang Yu was stunned and said a bit sheepishly. Zhang Yu smiled. Curry stared blankly at Zhang Yu. Although he still felt he couldn't reach such heights, the sincerity and affirmation in Zhang Yu's words deeply moved him. Fortunately, the Bulldogs didn't have any games to play right now. The specific training matters were handled by the coaching staff led by Stevens. Zhang Yu only needed to watch the players train from the sidelines, occasionally clapping and cheering to maintain his presence as head coach. Otherwise, he might have been exposed. The players gathered around, all concerned about their head coach.

"I mean, it's not even dark yet, why are you already dreaming?" Stevens said lightly.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. He finally realized he couldn't maintain his usual composure in front of Curry. A surging feeling had been building in his heart. He had to say these words; he couldn't bear to see Curry doubt himself.

"I know it's tiring to do all this, but I believe you can persevere. You are Dell Curry's son. You grew up in NBA arenas. This is both your fortune and your burden. If you want to step out of your father's shadow, you can't just be a shooter." Zhang Yu said slowly.

"Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you." Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side but said nothing, continuing to instruct the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked over to Zhang Yu. "Do you know, this is the 57th time you've spaced out in the last half-month. Is something bothering you?" Stevens asked.

"Huh? Did you need something?" Zhang Yu, who had been spacing out, snapped back to attention and looked at Stevens.

"Of course, it's possible. You're the youngest head coach in NCAA right now. You have a great chance of entering the NBA in twenty years."

"You just said the Warriors owner is Chris Cohan?"

"Very good. In that case, I have a few suggestions for you