Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter Two: I'm the Head Coach Now? "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." He had devoted all his time and energy to his dream, reading dozens of books on basketball strategy and studying hundreds of classic game tapes. A huge black bookcase stood on the left side of the room. Besides books, several trophies were displayed on its shelves. Only then did he notice Stevens holding him by the shoulders and staring intently at him. To his surprise, he wasn't lying in bed; he was slumped over a desk. But the original owner had never coached a basketball game on his own. He lacked coaching experience and was still a long way from becoming a top basketball coach. A muscular Black student wore headphones, looking entranced as he moved rhythmically to the beat. But Butler might have been obscure, yet it was still an NCAA Division I team. It had reached March Madness four years ago. How could the head coach's job possibly go to a 23-year-old Chinese man? Zhang Yu was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone give him a few nudges. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. With no soundproof glass to muffle it, the noise outside flooded in. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." He opened his eyes in a daze, his mind still caught between sleep and waking. The sound he heard seemed strangely unfamiliar. He had devoted all his time and energy to his dream, reading dozens of books on basketball strategy and studying hundreds of classic game tapes. Suddenly, a familiar wave of dizziness swept over him, and another string of images surged through Zhang Yu's mind. "What are you looking at?" Zhang Yu raised his head and gradually came to his senses, feeling sore all over. Where am I? What happened? "You're the Bulldogs' head coach now. You can afford an ambulance." Seeing that Zhang Yu didn't seem to be in any danger, Stevens relaxed and teased him with a smile. Now, Zhang Yu would be the one fulfilling the contract. No wonder Rickert had recommended the original owner to succeed him. Zhang Yu sat there, dazed, staring blankly ahead. A muscular Black student wore headphones, looking entranced as he moved rhythmically to the beat. Only then did he notice Stevens holding him by the shoulders and staring intently at him. To his surprise, he wasn't lying in bed; he was slumped over a desk. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. I've never been here before! This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. Beside him, a white man with a prominent nose, deep-set eyes, and a rugged face leaned over, watching him with concern. After Stevens left, Zhang Yu sat in his chair, staring blankly out at Butler University's peaceful yet lively campus. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. After Stevens left, Zhang Yu sat in his chair, staring blankly out at Butler University's peaceful yet lively campus. Suddenly, a familiar wave of dizziness swept over him, and another string of images surged through Zhang Yu's mind. From that moment on, he was no longer a die-hard basketball fan who had watched the game for more than ten years. He was now an assistant coach for the Bulldogs, with a solid foundation in basketball theory. At last, he understood what had sounded so strange: it had been English! Behind the bright glass display case stood a young man about six feet one inch tall. He was fairly handsome, though not strikingly so. What stood out most were his sharply angled eyebrows. However, Rickert had never coached a basketball game on his own. He lacked coaching experience and was still a long way from becoming a top basketball coach. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. Behind the bright glass display case stood a young man about six feet one inch tall. He was fairly handsome, though not strikingly so. What stood out most were his sharply angled eyebrows. Brad Stevens woke me up and... The damn book... "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "You're taking over as head coach today, and you spent all night watching footage in your office. Aren't you worried about getting dark circles?" The white man smiled when he saw Zhang Yu wake up. He slowly stood up, then walked step by step toward the half-height window under Stevens's puzzled gaze. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the latch and pushed the window open. Although Zhang Yu had insurance as an international student, a single ambulance ride would cost at least $300. Zhang Yu's head felt fuzzy. He stared blankly at the white man before him. The man seemed familiar, but Zhang Yu couldn't remember his name. Zhang Yu was certain that everything in this room was unfamiliar. I've never been here before! Zhang Yu looked around, growing more confused by the moment. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." He opened his eyes in a daze, his mind still caught between sleep and waking. The sound he heard seemed strangely unfamiliar. Zhang Yu sat there, dazed, staring blankly ahead. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. In the original owner's memories, calling an ambulance was something to be avoided at all costs. "You're Brad Stevens?" I've never been here before! Butler University's board had naturally refused at first. Where am I? What happened? Zhang Yu looked around, growing more confused by the moment. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." He opened his eyes in a daze, his mind still caught between sleep and waking. The sound he heard seemed strangely unfamiliar. Zhang Yu sat there, dazed, staring blankly ahead. He was just about to speak when another powerful wave of dizziness struck him. The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. Zhang Yu's head felt fuzzy. He stared blankly at the white man before him. The man seemed familiar, but Zhang Yu couldn't remember his name. "Brad Stevens?" "Don't! I'm fine!" Even the assistant coach Brad Stevens, whom the board had favored to take over as head coach, had voiced his support for "Zhang Yu." In the original owner's memories, calling an ambulance was something to be avoided at all costs. That was another "Zhang Yu's" life story! "I've devoted all my time and energy to my dream, reading dozens of books on basketball strategy and studying hundreds of classic game tapes." "Is this after-sales service for people who've been reincarnated?" But the original owner had never coached a basketball game on his own. He lacked coaching experience and was still a long way from becoming a top basketball coach. The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Only then did he notice Stevens holding him by the shoulders and staring intently at him. Where am I? What happened? Zhang Yu felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. Zhang Yu's head felt fuzzy. He stared blankly at the white man before him. The man seemed familiar, but Zhang Yu couldn't remember his name. "Brad Stevens?" "Brad Stevens?" "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. The window looked out onto a path lined with tall trees. The rising sun hung in the distant east, and soft sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering golden flecks across the ground. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. A muscular Black student wore headphones, looking entranced as he moved rhythmically to the beat. The young man was tall and fit, with headphones on. He looked entranced as he moved rhythmically to the beat. He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." Without the soundproof glass in the way, the noise outside flooded in. Many young people walked by with backpacks and stacks of books, chatting and laughing. Without exception, they were speaking English. After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. "That's right..." Zhang Yu muttered under his breath, smoothing the creases in his shirt. He picked up the charcoal-gray Zegna suit jacket from the wicker chair and put it on carefully. The school's basketball operations department had also conducted an in-depth investigation and found that the Bulldogs players liked the Chinese man. They didn't object to him becoming their head coach. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Stevens glanced outside and said: He sat limply in the chair, staring at the ceiling with an expression of utter despair. Zhang Yu drew a deep breath and repeated himself in English: "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." He knew now what had sounded so strange: it had been English! The white man looked puzzled. Zhang Yu realized he had just spoken in Chinese. Zhang Yu looked into the distance. Many young people were walking by with backpacks and stacks of books, chatting and laughing. Without exception, they were speaking English. "Brad Stevens?" A muscular Black student wore headphones, looking entranced as he moved rhythmically to the beat. "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." In America, ambulance rides were extremely expensive for ordinary people. "Don't! I'm fine!" A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Stevens glanced outside and said: This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" Rickert had suffered multiple fractures throughout his body. His injuries were so severe that he could no longer coach the Bulldogs. "That's right..." Zhang Yu muttered under his breath, smoothing the creases in his shirt. He picked up the charcoal-gray Zegna suit jacket from the wicker chair and put it on carefully. Zhang Yu looked into the distance. Many young people were walking by with backpacks and stacks of books, chatting and laughing. Without exception, they were speaking English. "What are you looking at?" The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "Brad Stevens?" This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Zhang Yu glanced outside, then said: This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. Zhang Yu's legs gave way, and he collapsed into a chair as a string of images suddenly surged through his mind. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" After the accident, Rickert had suffered multiple fractures throughout his body and could no longer coach the Bulldogs. That was another "Zhang Yu's" life story! The white man looked puzzled. Zhang Yu realized he had just spoken in Chinese. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. Even the assistant coach Brad Stevens, whom the board had favored to take over as head coach, had voiced his support for "Zhang Yu." After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. After half an hour, no new images appeared. Zhang Yu let out a long breath. After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. Zhang Yu drew a deep breath and repeated himself in English: Where am I? What happened? This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. That was because Indiana wasn't a wealthy state. The cost would have been even higher elsewhere. The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. Zhang Yu was certain that everything in this room was unfamiliar. I've never been here before! Zhang Yu remembered how terrified the original owner had been of ambulances and hurriedly stopped him: "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." Where am I? What happened? "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "Brad Stevens?" Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. The images showed stacks of basketball strategy books and piles of notes, as well as the game footage the original owner had watched since becoming a Bulldogs assistant coach and the games he had witnessed from the sidelines. After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. "What are you looking at?" This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. Stevens glanced outside and said: Zhang Yu's head felt fuzzy. He stared blankly at the white man before him. The man seemed familiar, but Zhang Yu couldn't remember his name. "Brad Stevens?" Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Brad Stevens woke me up and... The damn book... The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." But "Zhang Yu" had miraculously escaped with only minor injuries. He had dragged Rickert out of the car with great effort. They had gone only five meters when the Chevrolet caught fire. From that moment on, he was no longer a die-hard basketball fan who had watched the game for more than ten years. He was now an assistant coach for the Bulldogs, with a solid foundation in basketball theory. The images that had just appeared remained in Zhang Yu's mind, as vivid as memories from his own life. "What are you looking at?" The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. Zhang Yu looked into the distance. Many young people were walking by with backpacks and stacks of books, chatting and laughing. Without exception, they were speaking English. In the original owner's memories, calling an ambulance was something to be avoided at all costs. "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." However, half a month earlier, "Zhang Yu" and Rickert had been out together when a small truck went out of control and slammed into the Chevrolet Rickert was driving! His attention was completely absorbed by the images in his mind. He had grown up in China, came from the same place as Zhang Yu, and had the same parents. They even shared the same name and appearance, and he loved basketball just as much. He had grown up in China, came from the same place as Zhang Yu, and had the same parents. They even shared the same name and appearance, and he loved basketball just as much. Without the soundproof glass in the way, the noise outside flooded in. However, the original owner had never coached a basketball game on his own. He lacked coaching experience and was still a long way from becoming a top basketball coach. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Stevens glanced outside and said: This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." Zhang Yu looked into the distance. Many young people were walking by with backpacks and stacks of books, chatting and laughing. Without exception, they were speaking English. Although Zhang Yu had insurance as an international student, an ambulance ride would cost at least $300. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" Rickert had suffered multiple fractures throughout his body. His injuries were so severe that he could no longer coach the Bulldogs. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. The white man looked puzzled. Zhang Yu realized he had just spoken in Chinese. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. Even the assistant coach Brad Stevens, whom the board had favored to take over as head coach, had voiced his support for "Zhang Yu." After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. After half an hour, no new images appeared. Zhang Yu let out a long breath. After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. Zhang Yu drew a deep breath and repeated himself in English: Where am I? What happened? This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. That was because Indiana wasn't a wealthy state. The cost would have been even higher elsewhere. The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." But the dizziness this time was much milder than before. He slumped into the chair, staring at the ceiling with an expression of utter despair. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Zhang Yu slept soundly until he suddenly felt someone nudge him a few times. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "Brad Stevens?" Stevens glanced outside and said: He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" Zhang Yu remembered how terrified the original owner had been of ambulances and hurriedly stopped him: In America, ambulance rides were extremely expensive for ordinary people. "Don't! I'm fine!" "Brad Stevens?" "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. In America, ambulance rides were extremely expensive for ordinary people. "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." But "Zhang Yu" had miraculously escaped with only minor injuries. He had dragged Rickert out of the car with great effort. They had gone only five meters when the Chevrolet caught fire. From that moment on, he was no longer a die-hard basketball fan who had watched the game for more than ten years. He was now an assistant coach for the Bulldogs, with a solid foundation in basketball theory. The images that had just appeared remained in Zhang Yu's mind, as vivid as memories from his own life. "You're Brad Stevens?" Stevens glanced outside and said: His attention was completely absorbed by the images in his mind. "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. "Brad Stevens?" Zhang Yu's head felt fuzzy. He stared blankly at the white man before him. The man seemed familiar, but Zhang Yu couldn't remember his name. "You're Brad Stevens?" "Don't! I'm fine!" The images showed stacks of basketball strategy books and piles of notes, as well as the game footage the original owner had watched since becoming a Bulldogs assistant coach and the games he had witnessed from the sidelines. "You're Brad Stevens?" Stevens glanced outside and said: Zhang Yu's head felt fuzzy. He stared blankly at the white man before him. The man seemed familiar, but Zhang Yu couldn't remember his name. "Brad Stevens?" Although Zhang Yu had insurance as an international student, an ambulance ride would cost at least $300. That was another "Zhang Yu's" life story! He slowly stood up and walked toward the bookcase. "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." He had grown up in China, came from the same place as Zhang Yu, and had the same parents. They even shared the same name and appearance, and he loved basketball just as much. He had grown up in China, came from the same place as Zhang Yu, and had the same parents. They even shared the same name and appearance, and he loved basketball just as much. Without the soundproof glass in the way, the noise outside flooded in. However, the original owner had never coached a basketball game on his own. He lacked coaching experience and was still a long way from becoming a top basketball coach. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Stevens glanced outside and said: This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" The school examined Rickert and found multiple fractures throughout his body. His injuries were so severe that he could no longer coach the Bulldogs. That was another "Zhang Yu's" life story! "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." Zhang Yu was just about to speak when a powerful wave of dizziness struck him. Even the assistant coach Brad Stevens, whom the board had favored to take over as head coach, had voiced his support for "Zhang Yu." After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. After half an hour, no new images appeared. Zhang Yu let out a long breath. After coming to America, "Zhang Yu" had spent six months working tirelessly to impress Rickert, head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere passion. He had successfully joined the team as an assistant coach. Zhang Yu drew a deep breath and repeated himself in English: Where am I? What happened? This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. That was because Indiana wasn't a wealthy state. The cost would have been even higher elsewhere. The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." But the dizziness this time was much milder than before. He slumped into the chair, staring at the ceiling with an expression of utter despair. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Zhang Yu slept soundly until he suddenly felt someone nudge him a few times. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "Brad Stevens?" Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Brad Stevens woke me up and... The damn book... Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. Zhang Yu looked around, growing more confused by the moment. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. "Brad Stevens woke me up and... the damn book..." The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. Zhang Yu was certain that everything in this room was unfamiliar. I've never been here before! Zhang Yu remembered how terrified the original owner had been of ambulances and hurriedly stopped him: He opened his eyes in a daze, his mind still caught between sleep and waking. The sound he heard seemed strangely unfamiliar. Where am I? What happened? This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. The young man had grown up in China, came from the same place as Zhang Yu, and had the same parents. They even shared the same name and appearance, and he loved basketball just as much. He had grown up in China, came from the same place as Zhang Yu, and had the same parents. They even shared the same name and appearance, and he loved basketball just as much. The images that had just appeared remained in Zhang Yu's mind, as vivid as memories from his own life. "You're Brad Stevens?" The school's basketball operations department had also conducted an in-depth investigation and found that the Bulldogs players liked the Chinese man. They didn't object to him becoming their head coach. Zhang Yu looked into the distance. Many young people were walking by with backpacks and stacks of books, chatting and laughing. Without exception, they were speaking English. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." "Zhang Yu" had miraculously escaped with only minor injuries. He had dragged Rickert out of the car with great effort. They had gone only five meters when the Chevrolet caught fire. From that moment on, he was no longer a die-hard basketball fan who had watched the game for more than ten years. He was now an assistant coach for the Bulldogs, with a solid foundation in basketball theory. The images that had just appeared remained in Zhang Yu's mind, as vivid as memories from his own life. After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "What are you looking at?" "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. He felt his legs give way and collapsed into a chair. A string of images suddenly surged through his mind. That was another "Zhang Yu's" life story! Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. He stared at the screen and saw that the computer's lower-right corner showed the date: May 25, 2006. The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. Thanks to his excellent grades, he had gone to study abroad on a scholarship, enrolling at Butler University in Indiana to study physical education and health. He had also chosen an English name for himself: "Ronan." Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" Rickert had suffered multiple fractures throughout his body. His injuries were so severe that he could no longer coach the Bulldogs. "Don't! I'm fine!" Zhang Yu remembered how terrified the original owner had been of ambulances and hurriedly stopped him: In America, ambulance rides were extremely expensive for ordinary people. "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. "Brad Stevens?" "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. In America, ambulance rides were extremely expensive for ordinary people. "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." "Zhang Yu" had miraculously escaped with only minor injuries. He had dragged Rickert out of the car with great effort. They had gone only five meters when the Chevrolet caught fire. From that moment on, he was no longer a die-hard basketball fan who had watched the game for more than ten years. He was now an assistant coach for the Bulldogs, with a solid foundation in basketball theory. The images that had just appeared remained in Zhang Yu's mind, as vivid as memories from his own life. "You're Brad Stevens?" The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. Rickert had suffered multiple fractures throughout his body. His injuries were so severe that he could no longer coach the Bulldogs. "Zhang Yu" had chosen to major in sports when he took the national college entrance exam. He studied basketball tactics diligently in his spare time and had completed all his courses by his sophomore year. "You're Brad Stevens?" "You're Brad Stevens?" Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Brad Stevens woke me up and... The damn book... "Ronan, wake up. We have practice soon..." Although Zhang Yu had insurance as an international student, an ambulance ride would cost at least $300. "Brad Stevens?" "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. A young Asian man and a blonde white woman walked hand in hand, smiling sweetly. In America, ambulance rides were extremely expensive for ordinary people. "We share the same name, and I've inherited your memories. From today on, I'm the Bulldogs' head coach. I'll carry both your dream and mine forward, and I won't give up." "Zhang Yu" had miraculously escaped with only minor injuries. He had dragged Rickert out of the car with great effort. They had gone only five meters when the Chevrolet caught fire. From that moment on, he was no longer a die-hard basketball fan who had watched the game for more than ten years. He was now an assistant coach for the Bulldogs, with a solid foundation in basketball theory. The images that had just appeared remained in Zhang Yu's mind, as vivid as memories from his own life. "What are you looking at?" After absorbing all the images in his mind, Zhang Yu gradually came to his senses. He drew a deep breath and repeated himself in English: Where am I? What happened? This year, "Zhang Yu" was 23 and had completed all his university courses, graduating successfully. But unlike Zhang Yu, "Zhang Yu" had been born twelve years earlier and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach. That was because Indiana wasn't a wealthy state. The cost would have been even higher elsewhere. The half-height window stood on the right, with two chairs and a table in front of it. Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Rickert had suffered a serious injury, and the school couldn't easily dismiss his recommendation. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." But the dizziness this time was much milder than before. He slumped into the chair, staring at the ceiling with an expression of utter despair. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Zhang Yu slept soundly until he suddenly felt someone nudge him a few times. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "Brad Stevens?" Although the Bulldogs had only made the NCAA tournament a few times, and only two players in their history had made it to the NBA as benchwarmers, they were an obscure little team even by national standards. Brad Stevens woke me up and... The damn book... After half an hour, no new images appeared. Zhang Yu let out a long breath. "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. "You're Brad Stevens?" He remembered how terrified the original owner had been of ambulances and hurriedly stopped him. In the original owner's memories, calling an ambulance was something to be avoided at all costs. But the dizziness this time was much milder than before. He slumped into the chair, staring at the ceiling with an expression of utter despair. "I'll head to the gym first. Call me right away if anything happens." Stevens gestured as if making a phone call. "Don't take too long. It's your first day as head coach." Zhang Yu slept soundly until he suddenly felt someone nudge him a few times. "Haha, you're right..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. "Brad, I may have stayed up too late watching game footage yesterday. I'm just a little worn out. I'll be fine after resting a bit." "Brad Stevens?" Stevens glanced outside and said: His legs gave way, and he collapsed into a chair as a string of images surged through his mind. "Ronan, looks like that accident left you with some lingering effects. Want me to call for help? You can't keep working yourself into the ground like this. You're not Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne!" Zhang Yu remembered how terrified the original owner had been of ambulances and hurriedly stopped him: The Butler University board's first reaction had naturally been to refuse. "Calm down, calm down... Damn it! I'm just an armchair critic. The most I can do is pontificate online. How am I supposed to coach an NCAA team?" Zhang Yu rubbed his face hard and let out a few frantic growls. "You're Brad Stevens?" Although Zhang Yu had insurance as an international student, an ambulance ride would cost at least $300. That was another "Zhang Yu's" life story! After half an hour, no new images appeared. Zhang Yu let out a long breath. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea. Zhang Yu's mind conjured an unbelievable idea.