In early September, the summer heat had quietly faded from Indianapolis. A cool autumn breeze gently swept through the city on the eastern plains, ushering in the most pleasant season of the year.
"Coach, which group should Stephen be in?"
Pete Campbell spoke up.
"Good morning, Coach!"
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Unlike in the NBA, NCAA coaches stayed while players came and went. It was common for a coach to lead the same college team for decades, giving coaches absolute authority over their teams.
"Look at the coach's eyes." Julian Becko gestured with his gaze. Mike Green followed it toward Zhang Yu. "He keeps watching that baby-faced kid. The coach clearly thinks highly of him, so we'd better get on his good side."
Unlike in the NBA, NCAA coaches stayed while players came and went. It was common for a coach to lead the same college team for decades, giving coaches absolute authority over their teams.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
Had a skinny, baby-faced kid really taken his spot?
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves: Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?
Unlike in the NBA, NCAA coaches stayed while players came and went. It was common for a coach to lead the same college team for decades, giving coaches absolute authority over their teams.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
When Julian Becko saw Curry finish his tests, he leaned toward Mike Green and said quietly, "Coach, which group should Stephen be in?"
Pete Campbell spoke up.
For the past two months, Zhang Yu hadn't returned to China. He'd stayed in his apartment, poring over books on basketball strategy and the original owner's notes, and studying a classic game recording every three days. At last, he had fully absorbed all the memories the original owner had left behind.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves.
Zhang Yu arrived at the gym and saw that the players had all shown up early and were warming up on the court.
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
As they talked, the other players gradually finished their physical tests.
Curry stood beside them and heard every word. His expression remained unchanged, but his hands, clasped behind his back, quietly curled into fists, veins standing out.
Rejoining the team involved more than just physical testing. Players at different positions also had to complete skills tests.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "He hasn't taken my starting spot, has he? What am I worried about? ...Ben, that's not what I meant!"
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
Zhang Yu arrived at the gym and saw that the players had all shown up early and were warming up on the court.
Zhang Yu paused, glanced at Curry, and said calmly, "Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?"
"Look at the coach's eyes." Julian Becko gestured with his gaze. Mike Green followed it toward Zhang Yu. "He keeps watching that baby-faced kid. The coach clearly thinks highly of him, so we'd better get on his good side."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
Had a skinny, baby-faced kid really taken his spot?
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
Zhang Yu walked to the sideline and smiled. "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
That was true. He'd only just joined the team and hadn't practiced with them yet, but he'd be a starter next season. It seemed like any group would do.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
"Look at the coach's eyes." Julian Becko gestured with his gaze. Mike Green followed it toward Zhang Yu. "He keeps watching that baby-faced kid. The coach clearly thinks highly of him, so we'd better get on his good side."
"You all got here early."
Zhang Yu paused, glanced at Curry, and said calmly, "We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!"
Zhang Yu said coldly.
"Good morning, Coach!"
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
"I can't wait to start training."
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head. As a guard, Curry's main tests were shooting and dribbling.
Early September in Indianapolis. The summer heat had quietly faded, and a cool autumn breeze gently swept through the city on the eastern plains, ushering in the most pleasant season of the year.
"Don't worry, Mike. This is just bad luck for me. That kid shoots better than I do, and he handles the ball better, too. The coach must have his reasons."
"I can't wait to start training."
"Shut up! Do you want the coach to hear you?"
College players had to follow their coaches' decisions. They had no room to bargain. It was nothing like the NBA, where a star could force a coach out and send him packing.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Why him? Because he was cute?
College players had to follow their coaches' decisions. They had no room to bargain. It was nothing like the NBA, where a star could force a coach out and send him packing.
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Why him? Because he was cute?
College players had to follow their coaches' decisions. They had no room to bargain. It was nothing like the NBA, where a star could force a coach out and send him packing.
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
He was the team's starting center, a senior in his final year, and like Curry, he was from Charlotte.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
He handed the physical test reports to Terry Johnson. After training, the coaching staff would file them away and use them to plan the players' next training program.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
Curry nodded. He was a little surprised that someone had recognized him.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
Early September in Indianapolis. The summer heat had quietly faded, and a cool autumn breeze gently swept through the city on the eastern plains, ushering in the most pleasant season of the year.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
He was the team's starting center, a senior in his final year, and like Curry, he was from Charlotte.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
He handed the physical test reports to Terry Johnson. After training, the coaching staff would file them away and use them to plan the players' next training program.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
When Zhang Yu returned to the gym, Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
Had a skinny, baby-faced kid really taken his spot?
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
"I can't wait to start training."
"Shut up! Do you want the coach to hear you?"
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"This kid's good. His release is so quick, and he can still shoot that accurately."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Why him? Because he was cute?
The players could only follow their coaches' decisions. They had no room to bargain. It was nothing like the NBA, where a star could force a coach out and send him packing.
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
Zhang Yu paused, glanced at Curry, and said calmly, "Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?"
"Look at the coach's eyes." Julian Becko gestured with his gaze. Mike Green followed it toward Zhang Yu. "He keeps watching that baby-faced kid. The coach clearly thinks highly of him, so we'd better get on his good side."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
Had a skinny, baby-faced kid really taken his spot?
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
Zhang Yu faced the players, saying nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
"Coach, I feel like I can start..."
That was true. He'd only just joined the team and hadn't practiced with them yet, but he'd be a starter next season. It seemed like any group would do.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
Unlike in the NBA, NCAA coaches stayed while players came and went. It was common for a coach to lead the same college team for decades, giving coaches absolute authority over their teams.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
"Zhang Yu, you're the coach. You can put Curry wherever you want," Pete Campbell asked. "Why should I care...?"
Zhang Yu paused, glanced at Curry, and said calmly, "Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?"
"Look at the coach's eyes." Julian Becko gestured with his gaze. Mike Green followed it toward Zhang Yu. "He keeps watching that baby-faced kid. The coach clearly thinks highly of him, so we'd better get on his good side."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
Zhang Yu returned to the gym, where Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
"I can't do it. His release is just too fast."
As they talked, the other players gradually finished their physical tests.
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"This kid's good. His release is so quick, and he can still shoot that accurately."
"Pete, the coach made the decision. What can we do?" Ben Sladon sighed.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
He was the Bulldogs' starting power forward and a close friend of Ben Sladon's. On the court, they often teamed up, with Ben Sladon frequently feeding him perfect alley-oops. Naturally, he wanted to stick up for Ben.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
Early September in Indianapolis. The summer heat had quietly faded, and a cool autumn breeze gently swept through the city on the eastern plains, ushering in the most pleasant season of the year.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
When Zhang Yu returned to the gym, Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
"I can't wait to start training."
"Shut up! Do you want the coach to hear you?"
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"Don't worry, Mike. This is just bad luck for me. That kid shoots better than I do, and he handles the ball better, too. The coach must have his reasons."
Curry stood beside them and heard every word. His expression remained unchanged, but his hands, clasped behind his back, quietly curled into fists, veins standing out.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Why him? Because he was cute?
The players could only follow their coaches' decisions. They had no room to bargain. It was nothing like the NBA, where a star could force a coach out and send him packing.
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
"Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
"Time's up. Come over here!" Stevens called. The coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves: "I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
Zhang Yu returned to the gym, where Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
Had a skinny, baby-faced kid really taken his spot?
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
"I can't wait to start training."
"Shut up! Do you want the coach to hear you?"
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"Don't worry, Mike. This is just bad luck for me. That kid shoots better than I do, and he handles the ball better, too. The coach must have his reasons."
Curry stood beside them and heard every word. His expression remained unchanged, but his hands, clasped behind his back, quietly curled into fists, veins standing out.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"He's been with the team for too little time. Give it a while, and things will work out," Zhang Yu said calmly.
Three days earlier, Butler University had officially started classes. Today was the Bulldogs' first day of training camp.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Why him? Because he was cute?
The players could only follow their coaches' decisions. They had no room to bargain. It was nothing like the NBA, where a star could force a coach out and send him packing.
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Hi, I'm Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I hope we'll get along."
Curry stepped forward and introduced himself with easy confidence.
After Zhang Yu saw Micah Shulsbury off, a few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu glanced around and spotted Curry standing at the back of the crowd. He beckoned him over.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
Everyone turned to look at Curry.
The Bulldogs' players spotted their head coach and hurried over, eager to greet Zhang Yu. The rest of the coaching staff arrived at the gym one after another, smiling as they watched.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
When Zhang Yu returned to the gym, Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
He was the team's starting center, a senior in his final year, and like Curry, he was from Charlotte.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
He handed the physical test reports to Terry Johnson. After training, the coaching staff would file them away and use them to plan the players' next training program.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
Zhang Yu returned to the gym, where Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
"I can't do it. His release is just too fast."
As they talked, the other players gradually finished their physical tests.
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"This kid's good. His release is so quick, and he can still shoot that accurately."
"Pete, the coach made the decision. What can we do?" Ben Sladon sighed.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"Now we'll start the physical tests, shooting, and dribbling tests. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
Curry nodded. He was a little surprised that someone had recognized him.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
He was the Bulldogs' starting power forward and a close friend of Ben Sladon's. On the court, they often teamed up, with Ben Sladon frequently feeding him perfect alley-oops. Naturally, he wanted to stick up for Ben.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
When Zhang Yu returned to the gym, Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
Had a skinny, baby-faced kid really taken his spot?
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
"I can't do it. His release is just too fast."
As they talked, the other players gradually finished their physical tests.
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"This kid's good. His release is so quick, and he can still shoot that accurately."
"Pete, the coach made the decision. What can we do?" Ben Sladon sighed.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
He was the team's starting center, a senior in his final year, and like Curry, he was from Charlotte.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
He handed the physical test reports to Terry Johnson. After training, the coaching staff would file them away and use them to plan the players' next training program.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The players could no longer hold back and began whispering among themselves.
"I'm from Charlotte. I went to a lot of Hornets games as a kid, and I saw you there. You probably don't remember me, though," Drew Streicher said with a smile.
When Zhang Yu returned to the gym, Curry was taking his shooting and dribbling tests.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
"Dell Curry... Is he the Sixth Man of the Year?"
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
"I can't do it. His release is just too fast."
As they talked, the other players gradually finished their physical tests.
Facing the players, Zhang Yu said nothing. He paced back and forth twice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those whispering. They immediately fell silent, and the gym quickly quieted down.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"This kid's good. His release is so quick, and he can still shoot that accurately."
"Pete, the coach made the decision. What can we do?" Ben Sladon sighed.
The other players exchanged glances. They didn't dare say anything in front of Zhang Yu, but their doubtful looks said it all.
Zhang Yu left his apartment in a suit and headed for Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Could this guy handle the starting point guard job?
"Everyone, follow me!" Stevens called, and the coaching staff began organizing the players' physical tests.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Curry's hands were steady. He made all 20 of his mid-range shots and 19 of 20 three-pointers. He also weaved through the dribbling obstacles as smoothly as flowing water, completing the course on his first try.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Ben Sladon happened to pass them. When he heard Mike Green, his already sour expression darkened further. He forced a smile and said, "Wait, you're Dell Curry's son, right?"
Drew Streicher exclaimed.
Zhang Yu gathered the players and looked over the physical test reports in his hands, nodding now and then. He smiled and said, "Coach, I feel like I can start..."
Dell Curry wasn't a star. He'd been retired for four years and had long since faded from fans' attention. Few people, apart from Charlotte locals, recognized the connection between Curry and Dell.
He was the team's starting center, a senior in his final year, and like Curry, he was from Charlotte.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
He handed the physical test reports to Terry Johnson. After training, the coaching staff would file them away and use them to plan the players' next training program.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
"Even if we can't change the starting lineup, we can at least help you get even," Pete Campbell said, his eyes shifting as he lowered his voice. "There's still time. Later, we could..."
"We'll start with physical tests, shooting, and dribbling. I hope you all trained hard over the break. Otherwise, you'll be doing extra work!" Zhang Yu said coldly.
"We've got thirty minutes left in the morning session. Same as always: let's have a scrimmage, with the starters against the reserves."
Curry nodded. He was a little surprised that someone had recognized him.
"Let me introduce your new teammate, Stephen Curry, from Charlotte. He'll be the team's starting point guard this season... Stephen, come say hello."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
Zhang Yu sent Micah Shulsbury off. A few players finished their physical tests, Curry among them.
They weren't famous NBA stars. The off-season wasn't for vacation.
The smile vanished from Ben Sladon's face, and his expression darkened.
Mike Green thought back to Curry's shooting and shook his head.
"Stephen, you'll be in the second-string group."
Three months ago, Zhang Yu had been nothing more than a mascot clapping from the sidelines. Now he was fully capable of coaching an NCAA team.
"Looks like he's not very popular," the director said with a laugh.
He was the Bulldogs' starting power forward and a close friend of Ben Sladon's. On the court, they often teamed up, with Ben Sladon frequently feeding him perfect alley-oops. Naturally, he wanted to stick up for Ben.
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