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

Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 26: Ayesha

Zhang Yu cleared his throat and slowly sat up straighter, but the smug look on his face only grew. "Stephen, want to go out tonight? I'm a great dancer. I can do all kinds of difficult moves..." "Thanks." Curry was happy to hear the praise. He smiled and nodded. "I'll come find you with the championship..." Curry murmured, shut down his computer, and picked up his social ethics textbook. But soon he could no longer focus on Curry. Instead, he turned to Rowan with an expectant look.

Zhang Yu cleared his throat and slowly sat up straighter, but the smug look on his face only grew. This social networking site had taken off across the country over the past two years. It already had more than 9.5 million users, mostly college students. "I'll come find you with the championship..." Curry murmured, shut down his computer, and picked up his social ethics textbook.

"Not bad. The front page of USA Today, and the team under the youngest head coach is undefeated... Ronan, you've made it," Stevens said with a smile after taking a closer look.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

"..." Stevens was speechless for a moment. Could you make it any more obvious?

They chatted as they ate.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

"..." Stevens was speechless for a moment. Could you make it any more obvious?

"Hey, Stephen, are you done already?" Julian watched Curry walk away in confusion. He'd barely eaten anything.

"Hi, Stephen. Mind if I sit here?" Just then, a pleasant voice sounded beside Curry.

"Stephen..." Rowan started to say something, but Curry was already making to stand. She had no choice but to get up and move aside.

"Stephen, want to go out tonight? I'm a great dancer. I can do all kinds of difficult moves..."

At last, he finished looking through all the girl's photos. Reluctantly, he left her page, then took one final look at her profile picture. It was a selfie.

"Sorry, I have homework tonight and no time."

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Curry hurriedly closed the girl's page, sat up straight, and opened another friend's profile, pretending to browse.

He changed the subject. "They lost to Indiana State, and Stephen's in great shape right now. They're nothing to worry about."

Zhang Yu waved a hand dismissively.

The two had only just started eating when Julian Becko suddenly stared at something in the distance. He leaned toward Curry, who was sitting across from him, and whispered, "We play Purdue University tomorrow. They're a tough opponent, so don't get careless."

"Sure." Her voice was soft. As she spoke, she breathed gently against Curry's ear. A golden lock of hair brushed across his nose, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Another day as an extra. I'm exhausted. Day 276 of wanting to become a big star."

"They lost to Indiana State, and Stephen's in great shape right now. They're nothing to worry about." Zhang Yu waved a hand dismissively.

Curry sneaked a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

He set down his knife and fork and turned around. A beautiful blonde with a striking figure, clad in a sweater and jeans that did little to conceal her curves, was carrying a tray to their table and gazing straight at him.

"Not bad. The coach is just very demanding..."

"Stephen, want to go out tonight? I'm a great dancer. I can do all kinds of difficult moves..."

"Thanks." Curry was happy to hear the praise. He smiled and nodded.

The name beside the profile picture was Ayesha Alexander.

"Stephen, look!"

"You'll be ready, then. Come on, it's almost time for practice." Stevens said no more. He left Zhang Yu's office, and Zhang Yu tidied up before joining him on the way to the gym.

Butler University had just over four thousand students. Its dining hall wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated. Curry and Julian Becko played for the school team. Curry in particular had become a campus celebrity after his excellent performances in five games. He drew attention wherever he went. After buying their food, the two deliberately chose a corner screened by plants.

Curry hesitated, reached out to shake her hand, then quickly withdrew his own.

Curry sneaked a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

He turned the conversation elsewhere.

"We've got a game against Purdue University tomorrow. They're a tough opponent, so don't get careless."

Butler University had just over four thousand students. Its dining hall wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated. Curry and Julian Becko played for the school team. Curry in particular had become a campus celebrity after his excellent performances in five games. He drew attention wherever he went. After buying their food, the two deliberately chose a corner screened by plants.

While Julian Becko was left scratching his head, wondering why she'd changed her attitude when they'd been chatting so happily just a moment ago, Curry carried his tray to the dish return, bought a few hot dogs, and ate them on the way back to the dorm.

"You'll be ready, then. Come on, it's almost time for practice." Stevens said no more. He left Zhang Yu's office, and Zhang Yu tidied up before joining him on the way to the gym.

"Not bad. The coach is just very demanding..." Curry said goodbye to Zhang Yu, then headed to the dining hall with Julian Becko.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

He tossed his backpack onto the bed, sat down at his desk, opened his computer, and logged into Facebook.

"You'll be ready, then. Come on, it's almost time for practice." Stevens said no more. He left Zhang Yu's office, and Zhang Yu tidied up before joining him on the way to the gym.

Butler University had just over four thousand students. Its dining hall wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated. Curry and Julian Becko played for the school team. Curry in particular had become a campus celebrity after his excellent performances in five games. He drew attention wherever he went. After buying their food, the two deliberately chose a corner screened by plants.

They'd been on a winning streak, so practice had a relaxed atmosphere. The coaching staff hadn't assigned an especially demanding workload, and the morning passed quickly. Once the team's traditional scrimmage was over, the players began leaving Hinkle Fieldhouse.

Curry looked heartbroken as he typed: "My name is Rowan. I'm a fan of yours."

"Hi, Stephen. Mind if I sit here?" Just then, a pleasant voice sounded beside Curry.

Curry sneaked a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

Curry hesitated, reached out to shake her hand, then quickly withdrew his own.

Curry sneaked a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

"Hi, Stephen. Mind if I sit here?" Just then, a pleasant voice sounded beside Curry.

"My name is Rowan. I'm a fan of yours." The blonde Rowan smiled and held out her hand to Curry.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Curry hurriedly closed the girl's page, sat up straight, and opened another friend's profile, pretending to browse.

Curry looked heartbroken as he typed:

Curry sneaked a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Curry hurriedly closed the girl's page, sat up straight, and opened another friend's profile, pretending to browse.

Butler University had just over four thousand students. Its dining hall wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated. Curry and Julian Becko played for the school team. Curry in particular had become a campus celebrity after his excellent performances in five games. He drew attention wherever he went. After buying their food, the two deliberately chose a corner screened by plants.

While Julian Becko was left scratching his head, wondering why she'd changed her attitude when they'd been chatting so happily just a moment ago, Curry carried his tray to the dish return, bought a few hot dogs, and ate them on the way back to the dorm.

"Not bad. The coach is just very demanding..."

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry had a packed training schedule, so he had to squeeze in studying whenever he could. His teachers didn't hold basketball players to very strict standards, but they wouldn't let them coast, either. To pass his exams, he had to learn the basics.

Curry snuck a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry had a packed training schedule, so he had to squeeze in studying whenever he could. His teachers didn't hold basketball players to very strict standards, but they wouldn't let them coast, either. To pass his exams, he had to learn the basics.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Curry hurriedly closed the girl's page, sat up straight, and opened another friend's profile, pretending to browse.

Curry snuck a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry had a packed training schedule, so he had to squeeze in studying whenever he could. His teachers didn't hold basketball players to very strict standards, but they wouldn't let them coast, either. To pass his exams, he had to learn the basics.

While Julian Becko was left scratching his head, wondering why she'd changed her attitude when they'd been chatting so happily just a moment ago, Curry carried his tray to the dish return, bought a few hot dogs, and ate them on the way back to the dorm.

Curry looked heartbroken as he typed:

"Not bad. The coach is just very demanding..."

Curry was happy to hear the praise. He smiled and nodded.

"I'll come find you with the championship..." Curry murmured, shut down his computer, and picked up his social ethics textbook.

He changed the subject:

Curry looked heartbroken as he typed:

Curry was happy to hear the praise. He smiled and nodded.

While Julian Becko was left scratching his head, wondering why she'd changed her attitude when they'd been chatting so happily just a moment ago, Curry carried his tray to the dish return, bought a few hot dogs, and ate them on the way back to the dorm.

Curry was happy to hear the praise. He smiled and nodded.

He tossed his backpack onto the bed, sat down at his desk, opened his computer, and logged into Facebook.

Butler University had just over four thousand students. Its dining hall wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated. Curry and Julian Becko played for the school team. Curry in particular had become a campus celebrity after his excellent performances in five games. He drew attention wherever he went. After buying their food, the two deliberately chose a corner screened by plants.

Curry hesitated, reached out to shake her hand, then quickly withdrew his own.

Curry snuck a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Curry hurriedly closed the girl's page, sat up straight, and opened another friend's profile, pretending to browse.

"Hey, Stephen, are you done already?" Julian watched Curry walk away in confusion. He'd barely eaten anything.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry's expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry snuck a couple of glances at Louis. Once he was sure Louis was focused on his game, Curry opened the girl's profile again and looked through her old photos. He had no idea how many times he'd seen them already, but he was still entranced.

They chatted as they ate.

"You'll be ready, then. Come on, it's almost time for practice." Stevens said no more. He left Zhang Yu's office, and Zhang Yu tidied up before joining him on the way to the gym.

"I'm not going out tonight. I have homework to do, so I don't have time."

"Stephen..." Rowan started to say something, but Curry was already making to stand. She had no choice but to get up and move aside.

After a while, Rowan suddenly ran her tongue over her lips, then leaned toward Curry's ear and whispered:

Curry's profile expression shifted back and forth as if he were locked in a fierce inner struggle. In the end, he moved his finger away, deleted the comment, and quietly looked at the girl's photos.

Curry clicked on a friend's page with hopeful anticipation and was delighted to see that she'd posted a new update:

"Then what about the weekend? I could invite some friends over, too~" Rowan spoke in a low, inviting voice.

"Stephen..." Rowan started to say something, but Curry was already making to stand. She had no choice but to get up and move aside.

Curry looked heartbroken as he typed:

"I'll come find you with the championship..." Curry murmured, shut down his computer, and picked up his social ethics textbook.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Curry hurriedly closed the girl's page, sat up straight, and opened another friend's profile, pretending to browse.

The name beside the profile picture was Ayesha Alexander.

But he couldn't bring himself to press Enter after typing it.