I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 18: Unsportsmanlike Conduct

Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. "?" Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. They wanted to see what this baby-faced kid could do leading the reserves. They wanted to see what this baby-faced kid could do leading the reserves. Turning back, Mike Green hit a mid-range jumper. It was the reserves' turn to attack. They hadn't practiced with Curry at all. No matter how brilliant the coach's tactics were, they couldn't execute them. Soon, the team split into two groups. Except for a few perennial benchwarmers, everyone else was on the court. Soon, the team split into two groups. Except for a few perennial benchwarmers, everyone else was on the court. "Drew, step out, don't let him shoot..." On the other side of the court, the starting lineup, wearing yellow practice jerseys, gathered around Stevens. Curry dribbled the ball past half-court. He called for Elliot to set a screen, and Elliot firmly blocked Ben Sladon. Drew moved up to the free-throw line to prevent Curry from driving. The reserves' center, Elliot, was just a freshman. He lost the tip-off to Drew without any suspense, and Drew tipped the ball to Ben Sladon. "Ben's shot isn't great. You can just defend his drive and let him shoot..." Curry looked at the charging Ben Sladon, recalling Zhang Yu's instructions. He took two steps back, looking at Ben Sladon provocatively. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon picked up the basketball, bounced it hard on the floor, stepped out of bounds, and passed to Mike Green, who was retreating on defense. At this moment, there was no one within two meters of Mike Green. The dark and tough player exploded upwards, dunking the ball with both hands, showcasing his formidable physical prowess. Last season, Coach Rickert's starting lineup almost made it to the NCAA Tournament. They were only narrowly defeated by their archrival Indiana State in the semifinals of the playoffs, missing out on the championship. Before the practice match began, there was a small interlude. As usual, the head coach should have coached the starting team, and the assistant coach should have coached the reserves. However, Zhang Yu proactively offered to coach the reserves. Stevens was slightly surprised but naturally didn't object. They swapped roles. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Terry Johnson: Fine, you got lucky and made one. Zhang Yu clapped vigorously from the sidelines and shouted: Ben Sladon was completely screened by Elliot. Curry dribbled one step to the right and shot a three-pointer from half a meter behind the three-point line! He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. Drew, with his arms spread wide and ready, was stunned. He was still two meters away from Curry and could only watch Curry shoot, unable to interfere. The reserves' strength was significantly weaker. Besides Curry, small forward Julian Becko, and shooting guard Willie Wesley, the rest of the players were not at the NCAA level. The reserves' center, Elliot, was just a freshman. He lost the tip-off to Drew without any suspense, and Drew tipped the ball to Ben Sladon. Normally, he could interfere with outside players' shots from inside. Before the practice match began, there was a small interlude. As usual, the head coach should have coached the starting team, and the assistant coach should have coached the reserves. However, Zhang Yu proactively offered to coach the reserves. Stevens was slightly surprised but naturally didn't object. They swapped roles. "Don't forget, your teammate now is Stephen, the team's starting point guard!" Zhang Yu said with a smile. "Execute my tactics, and we'll definitely win later." He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. Zhang Yu gathered the reserves, wearing red practice jerseys, and looked around. He said: Anyway, it's just a practice match, no harm done. It's a good chance to see how Curry's defense is. Curry took the most standard defensive stance, ready for battle. "Do you think you've already lost?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "?" As he retreated, he glanced at Curry. Although he didn't say anything, the disdain in his eyes was evident. Drew jumped up reflexively. Curry, however, paused, his left hand swept over the ball, and he lowered his body, darting past Drew's side. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. "...Stick to the tactics you're familiar with. Ben brings the ball up. If the situation allows, run pick-and-rolls with Drew and Pete. If the defense is tight, pass to Mike for a one-on-one. AJ will move without the ball. Understand?" Stevens quickly laid out the tactics. "Do you think you've already lost?" The others remained silent, looking at each other. The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. Ben Sladon was completely screened by Elliot. Curry dribbled one step to the right and shot a three-pointer from half a meter behind the three-point line! After all, he was a three-year NCAA veteran, while Curry was just a rookie fresh out of high school! This is unsportsmanlike! After a few possessions, Curry gradually relaxed, shaking his head as he retreated on defense. But Zhang Yu felt something was still missing. Last season, Coach Rickert's starting lineup almost made it to the NCAA Tournament. They were only narrowly defeated by their archrival Indiana State in the semifinals of the playoffs, missing out on the championship. Julian Becko was puzzled: Curry bent down, dribbling slowly. Drew raised his left hand, guarding against Curry's sudden three-point shot. Ben Sladon was completely screened by Elliot. Curry dribbled one step to the right and shot a three-pointer from half a meter behind the three-point line! "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" Turning back, Mike Green hit a mid-range jumper. It was the reserves' turn to attack. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Zhang Yu clapped vigorously from the sidelines and shouted: "Come on, baby-faced kid, try to score on me!" "Guys, give the ball to Ben later. Let him score a few on that baby-faced kid first." Curry dribbled the ball past half-court. Ben Sladon blocked him, his eyes full of provocation. He said in a low voice: "Don't forget, your teammate now is Stephen, the team's starting point guard!" Zhang Yu said with a smile, "Execute my tactics, and we'll definitely win later." Curry took the inbound pass from Julian Becko and nodded calmly. Curry took the most standard defensive stance, ready for battle. "Drew, you must step out. Never let him shoot a three. If necessary, switch with Ben." Stevens instructed. "Stephen, do as I say!" "Coach, they have great chemistry. But we haven't played with Stephen yet. Can we execute the tactics?" Julian Becko scratched his head, very confused. After getting past Drew, Curry drove to the paint. Pete Campbell was forced to come over from the left to help defend. Curry slowed down, deliberately waiting for Pete Campbell to defend before passing with his right hand behind his back to the Bulldogs' perennial benchwarmer, reserve center Chris Paul. Before Stevens could finish speaking, Curry used Elliot's screen and shot a three-pointer. The ball went in cleanly. Curry took the inbound pass from the baseline and brought the ball to the frontcourt. He ran a pick-and-roll with Elliot again. This time, Drew moved all the way to the three-point line and switched with Ben Sladon. From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: They hadn't practiced with Curry at all. No matter how brilliant the coach's tactics were, they couldn't execute them. Curry dribbled the ball past half-court. He called for Elliot to set a screen, and Elliot firmly blocked Ben Sladon. Drew moved up to the free-throw line to prevent Curry from driving. Ben Sladon was completely screened by Elliot. Curry dribbled one step to the right and shot a three-pointer from half a meter behind the three-point line! "This tactic is simple. It can be called 'Curry and his pick-and-rollers,' but it's very effective." Zhang Yu clapped vigorously from the sidelines and shouted: The ball bounced off the rim. The long rebound fell right into Curry's hands. Curry dribbled the ball forward and drove past Ben Sladon on the right. Ben Sladon quickly retreated, but Curry gained half a step. He skillfully used his body to block Ben Sladon and drove to the basket. After shaking off Ben Sladon, he easily laid the ball in. "My tactics are very simple. You can definitely execute them." Zhang Yu said calmly. "Listen carefully..." They wanted to see what this baby-faced kid could do leading the reserves. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. This is unsportsmanlike! Drew nodded. Although Ben Sladon wanted to defend Curry himself, Elliot's screen was solid. He could only nod in understanding. Terry Johnson: Curry took the inbound pass from the baseline and brought the ball to the frontcourt. He ran a pick-and-roll with Elliot again. This time, Drew moved all the way to the three-point line and switched with Ben Sladon. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Turning back, Mike Green hit a mid-range jumper. It was the reserves' turn to attack. Curry took the most standard defensive stance, ready for battle. "This tactic is simple. It can be called 'Curry and his pick-and-rollers,' but it's very effective." The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. This is unsportsmanlike! "...Stick to the tactics you're familiar with. Ben brings the ball up. If the situation allows, run pick-and-rolls with Drew and Pete. If the defense is tight, pass to Mike for a one-on-one. AJ will move without the ball. Understand?" Stevens quickly laid out the tactics. Ben Sladon had been paying attention to Stevens' actions. Seeing that he said nothing, he knew Stevens tacitly approved of his actions. He felt confident and started to single-cover Curry. The ball spun rapidly in the air, tracing an elegant parabola before falling straight into the net. This tactic is simple. It can be called 'Curry and his pick-and-rollers,' but it's very effective. Zhang Yu clapped vigorously from the sidelines and shouted: The ball bounced off the rim. The long rebound fell right into Curry's hands. Curry dribbled the ball forward and drove past Ben Sladon on the right. Ben Sladon quickly retreated, but Curry gained half a step. He skillfully used his body to block Ben Sladon and drove to the basket. After shaking off Ben Sladon, he easily laid the ball in. "Coach, they have great chemistry. But we haven't played with Stephen yet. Can we execute the tactics?" Julian Becko scratched his head, very confused. On the other side of the court, the starting lineup, wearing yellow practice jerseys, gathered around Stevens. Drew, with his arms spread wide and ready, was stunned. He was still two meters away from Curry and could only watch Curry shoot, unable to interfere. The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. This is unsportsmanlike! "...Stick to the tactics you're familiar with. Ben brings the ball up. If the situation allows, run pick-and-rolls with Drew and Pete. If the defense is tight, pass to Mike for a one-on-one. AJ will move without the ball. Understand?" Stevens quickly laid out the tactics. Ben Sladon had been paying attention to Stevens' actions. Seeing that he said nothing, he knew Stevens tacitly approved of his actions. He felt confident and started to single-cover Curry. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Turning back, Mike Green hit a mid-range jumper. It was the reserves' turn to attack. He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. This is unsportsmanlike! "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Drew nodded. Although Ben Sladon wanted to defend Curry himself, Elliot's screen was solid. He could only nod in understanding. Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Come on, baby-faced kid, try to score on me!" Turning back, Mike Green hit a mid-range jumper. It was the reserves' turn to attack. He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. This is unsportsmanlike! "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete Campbell exchanged a look, excitement glinting in their eyes. Ben Sladon didn't make any move. He just lowered his center of gravity, passed the ball under his legs to his right hand, used his left shoulder to shield Curry, and drove inside. Curry suddenly made a sharp crossover, throwing Drew off balance. He pulled the ball back, covered it with his left hand, looked up at the rim, and faked a three-point shot. Stevens' eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Zhang Yu clapped his hands with a smile. This was the tactic he had arranged for the reserves: Curry would handle the ball, run pick-and-rolls, and then choose to finish or pass. "Do you think you've already lost?" From the sidelines, Zhang Yu crossed his arms and shouted loudly: He didn't need to say much. These were tactics they practiced daily and were all familiar with. "Mike, Ben has lost his starting position. Can't you take it out on that baby-faced kid?" Pete Campbell said indignantly. Terry Johnson: "What kind of question is the coach asking? I'm confused. We definitely can't win. Otherwise, why would they be starting?" He suddenly turned his head and said to Terry Johnson: "Okay." Mike Green shrugged. "Beep--" The starting team maintained last season's lineup: point guard Ben Sladon, power forward Pete Campbell, small forward Mike Green, shooting guard AJ Graves, and center Drew Streicher. "But Coach Stevens didn't arrange it like this..." Mike Green hesitated. Ben Sladon and Pete