I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 30: Fans

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard United Airlines UA5022 flight to Indianapolis, a member of the Star Alliance. The cabin doors have been closed. Please turn off your mobile phones and other electronic devices, and fasten your seatbelts. We will now play the safety demonstration video. Please pay attention. All our crew members will serve you wholeheartedly. We wish you a pleasant journey. Thank you." A gentle female voice sounded in Zhang Yu and Curry's ears.

At this time, the plane had ascended to the troposphere and was flying smoothly. The dazzling sunlight shone in unobstructed through the porthole, casting a bright light.

"Kobe? That's still a long way off," Zhang Yu said with a smile, shaking his head. "They are superstars with many fans worldwide. NCAA stars only have fame in the USA. Foreigners don't watch the NCAA. For example, in China, very few people even know about the NCAA." Zhang Yu looked out the window and said faintly. Zhang Yu smiled when he said the last sentence.

While Zhang Yu was spacing out with the television as background noise, his phone suddenly rang.

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

The plane began to taxi, accelerating gradually on the runway. The roar of the engines grew louder and louder, filling people's ears.

It was the day after Christmas. The two were flying back to Indiana. On December 30th, the Bulldogs were scheduled to play an away game against Milwaukee State University. After returning, the team still had to train.

"Boss, this is the first time I've been recognized outside of school!" Curry leaned close to Zhang Yu's ear and whispered with a smile. "Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school. The two chatted in low voices in their seats, discussing the schedule after Christmas. The two chatted in low voices in their seats, discussing the schedule after Christmas.

He paused, his gaze drifting out the porthole. "This is the last darkness before dawn. Next March, at the latest by April, the subprime mortgage market will experience turbulence. By then, we won't have to spend money anymore."

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

Zhang Yu looked out the window and said faintly, "Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

The plane began to taxi, accelerating gradually on the runway. The roar of the engines grew louder and louder, filling people's ears.

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

"Roar--"

"If you want to become a superstar admired by all, then go to the NBA. There you'll find the strongest opponents, the most reliable teammates, and the fiercest competition. Stand out there, and you'll become famous worldwide. Wherever there's a basketball court, your name will be chanted."

"It depends. They are Big Ten Conference teams. If we can make it to March Madness, we might encounter them. Otherwise, we'll have to wait until next season." Zhang Yu carefully fastened his seatbelt.

At this time, the plane had ascended to the troposphere and was flying smoothly. The dazzling sunlight shone in unobstructed through the porthole, casting a bright light.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

He paused, his gaze drifting out the porthole. The number of teams in the Horizon League is somewhat small. Butler has to play against teams from other leagues every season to meet the requirement for the number of games in a season.

At this time, the plane had ascended to the troposphere and was flying smoothly. The dazzling sunlight shone in unobstructed through the porthole, casting a bright light.

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

"Ding..."

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"Roar--"

"If you want to become a superstar admired by all, then go to the NBA. There you'll find the strongest opponents, the most reliable teammates, and the fiercest competition. Stand out there, and you'll become famous worldwide. Wherever there's a basketball court, your name will be chanted."

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

"No, to be honest, I'm very bored right now."

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

The number of teams in the Horizon League is somewhat small. Butler has to play against teams from other leagues every season to meet the requirement for the number of games in a season.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

"But the NCAA isn't famous in China. Don't you want to be known by people back home?" Curry asked doubtfully.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Markbaum.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

The white male student seemed surprised that Zhang Yu would speak to him first, recoiling slightly.

Curry leaned close to Zhang Yu's ear and whispered with a smile:

The plane began to taxi, accelerating gradually on the runway. The roar of the engines grew louder and louder, filling people's ears.

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

While Zhang Yu was spacing out with the television as background noise, his phone suddenly rang.

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"Kobe? That's still a long way off." Zhang Yu said with a smile, shaking his head. "They are superstars with many fans worldwide. NCAA stars only have fame in the USA. Foreigners don't watch the NCAA. For example, in China, very few people even know about the NCAA."

"The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not walk in the aisles..." As Zhang Yu was about to answer, the gentle female voice sounded again.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

In 2006, mobile phones were still flip phones, and the hottest game was Warcraft. This made it impossible for Zhang Yu, who mostly played League of Legends, to get started. He had no interest in American TV shows, and a feeling of extreme boredom began to grow in his heart.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yu smiled.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"Then do you like this feeling, boss?" Curry asked back.

Zhang Yu was speechless with laughter. He hadn't expected to meet a fan on the plane and readily said:

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

"But the NCAA isn't famous in China. Don't you want to be known by people back home?" Curry asked doubtfully.

"One picture isn't enough. At least one for each of us, right? Or do you only want a photo with one of us?"

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"This is the last darkness before dawn. Next March, at the latest by April, the subprime mortgage market will experience turbulence. By then, we won't have to spend money anymore."

"Then do you like this feeling, boss?" Curry asked back.

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Roar--"

"No, no, no, I'm just worried you'll get tired of it. Thank you!" the white male student said repeatedly, waving his hands, his face full of surprise.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

The plane began to taxi, accelerating gradually on the runway. The roar of the engines grew louder and louder, filling people's ears.

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

"Roar--"

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

It was the day after Christmas. The two were flying back to Indiana. On December 30th, the Bulldogs were scheduled to play an away game against Milwaukee State University. After returning, the team still had to train.

In 2006, mobile phones were still flip phones, and the hottest game was Warcraft. This made it impossible for Zhang Yu, who mostly played League of Legends, to get started. He had no interest in American TV shows, and a feeling of extreme boredom began to grow in his heart.

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yu smiled.

"Thank you. I've watched every game of the Bulldogs... Coach Z, our record is so good this year, can we make it to March Madness? I'm graduating soon. For the past four years, my biggest wish has been to see the Bulldogs play in the tournament." The white male student looked at Zhang Yu with anticipation.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

Zhang Yu smiled when he said the last sentence.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

He collapsed onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through channels, not knowing what to watch.

Zhang Yu looked out the window and said faintly, "I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard United Airlines UA5022 flight to Indianapolis, a member of the Star Alliance. The cabin doors have been closed. Please turn off your mobile phones and other electronic devices, and fasten your seatbelts. We will now play the safety demonstration video. Please pay attention. All our crew members will serve you wholeheartedly. We wish you a pleasant journey. Thank you." A gentle female voice sounded in Zhang Yu and Curry's ears.

In 2006, mobile phones were still flip phones, and the hottest game was Warcraft. This made it impossible for Zhang Yu, who mostly played League of Legends, to get started. He had no interest in American TV shows, and a feeling of extreme boredom began to grow in his heart.

"Ding..."

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"That's great! I'll definitely be there to cheer for the team then!" the white male student said, waving his fist slightly, his face flushed with excitement. He turned away contentedly.

In 2006, mobile phones were still flip phones, and the hottest game was Warcraft. This made it impossible for Zhang Yu, who mostly played League of Legends, to get started. He had no interest in American TV shows, and a feeling of extreme boredom began to grow in his heart.

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

The plane began to taxi, accelerating gradually on the runway. The roar of the engines grew louder and louder, filling people's ears.

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

"No, no, no, I'm just worried you'll get tired of it. Thank you!" the white male student said repeatedly, waving his hands, his face full of surprise.

"Kobe? That's still a long way off." Zhang Yu said with a smile, shaking his head. "They are superstars with many fans worldwide. NCAA stars only have fame in the USA. Foreigners don't watch the NCAA. For example, in China, very few people even know about the NCAA."

"Boss, this is the first time I've been recognized outside of school!"

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yu smiled.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

"Of course, who doesn't like being the center of attention?" Zhang Yu smiled.

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not walk in the aisles..." As Zhang Yu was about to answer, the gentle female voice sounded again.

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

The number of teams in the Horizon League is somewhat small. Butler has to play against teams from other leagues every season to meet the requirement for the number of games in a season.

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yu smiled.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

"One picture isn't enough. At least one for each of us, right? Or do you only want a photo with one of us?"

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"Ding..."

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

"No, to be honest, I'm very bored right now."

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

"No, to be honest, I'm very bored right now."

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

The number of teams in the Horizon League is somewhat small. Butler has to play against teams from other leagues every season to meet the requirement for the number of games in a season.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

"Kobe? That's still a long way off." Zhang Yu said with a smile, shaking his head. "They are superstars with many fans worldwide. NCAA stars only have fame in the USA. Foreigners don't watch the NCAA. For example, in China, very few people even know about the NCAA."

"So, I'll go to the NBA too."

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

"Roar--"

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

It was the day after Christmas. The two were flying back to Indiana. On December 30th, the Bulldogs were scheduled to play an away game against Milwaukee State University. After returning, the team still had to train.

In 2006, mobile phones were still flip phones, and the hottest game was Warcraft. This made it impossible for Zhang Yu, who mostly played League of Legends, to get started. He had no interest in American TV shows, and a feeling of extreme boredom began to grow in his heart.

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yu smiled.

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

Zhang Yu smiled:

As he said the last sentence, Zhang Yu smiled.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"That's great! I'll definitely be there to cheer for the team then!" the white male student said, waving his fist slightly, his face flushed with excitement. He turned away contentedly.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

"Kobe? That's still a long way off." Zhang Yu said with a smile, shaking his head. "They are superstars with many fans worldwide. NCAA stars only have fame in the USA. Foreigners don't watch the NCAA. For example, in China, very few people even know about the NCAA."

In 2006, mobile phones were still flip phones, and the hottest game was Warcraft. This made it impossible for Zhang Yu, who mostly played League of Legends, to get started. He had no interest in American TV shows, and a feeling of extreme boredom began to grow in his heart.

He collapsed onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through channels, not knowing what to watch.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

"These are all expected things. I'm mentally prepared... Do you have plans tomorrow?" Markbaum said indifferently.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"If you want to become a superstar admired by all, then go to the NBA. There you'll find the strongest opponents, the most reliable teammates, and the fiercest competition. Stand out there, and you'll become famous worldwide. Wherever there's a basketball court, your name will be chanted."

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

While Zhang Yu was spacing out with the television as background noise, his phone suddenly rang.

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Markbaum.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"That's great! I'll definitely be there to cheer for the team then!" the white male student said, waving his fist slightly, his face flushed with excitement. He turned away contentedly.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

Zhang Yu was speechless with laughter. He hadn't expected to meet a fan on the plane and readily said: "Roar--"

"One picture isn't enough. At least one for each of us, right? Or do you only want a photo with one of us?"

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not walk in the aisles..." As Zhang Yu was about to answer, the gentle female voice sounded again.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

"Boss, this is the first time I've been recognized outside of school!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

"But the NCAA isn't famous in China. Don't you want to be known by people back home?" Curry asked doubtfully.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"No, no, no, I'm just worried you'll get tired of it. Thank you!" the white male student said repeatedly, waving his hands, his face full of surprise.

Zhang Yu smiled:

As he said the last sentence, Zhang Yu smiled.

"These are all expected things. I'm mentally prepared... Do you have plans tomorrow?" Markbaum said indifferently.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"If you want to become a superstar admired by all, then go to the NBA. There you'll find the strongest opponents, the most reliable teammates, and the fiercest competition. Stand out there, and you'll become famous worldwide. Wherever there's a basketball court, your name will be chanted."

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

While Zhang Yu was spacing out with the television as background noise, his phone suddenly rang.

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Markbaum.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"That's great! I'll definitely be there to cheer for the team then!" the white male student said, waving his fist slightly, his face flushed with excitement. He turned away contentedly.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

Zhang Yu was speechless with laughter. He hadn't expected to meet a fan on the plane and readily said: "Roar--"

"One picture isn't enough. At least one for each of us, right? Or do you only want a photo with one of us?"

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not walk in the aisles..." As Zhang Yu was about to answer, the gentle female voice sounded again.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

"Boss, this is the first time I've been recognized outside of school!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

"But the NCAA isn't famous in China. Don't you want to be known by people back home?" Curry asked doubtfully.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"No, no, no, I'm just worried you'll get tired of it. Thank you!" the white male student said repeatedly, waving his hands, his face full of surprise.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

He collapsed onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through channels, not knowing what to watch.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

"These are all expected things. I'm mentally prepared... Do you have plans tomorrow?" Markbaum said indifferently.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"If you want to become a superstar admired by all, then go to the NBA. There you'll find the strongest opponents, the most reliable teammates, and the fiercest competition. Stand out there, and you'll become famous worldwide. Wherever there's a basketball court, your name will be chanted."

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

While Zhang Yu was spacing out with the television as background noise, his phone suddenly rang.

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Markbaum.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"That's great! I'll definitely be there to cheer for the team then!" the white male student said, waving his fist slightly, his face flushed with excitement. He turned away contentedly.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

Zhang Yu was speechless with laughter. He hadn't expected to meet a fan on the plane and readily said: "Roar--"

"One picture isn't enough. At least one for each of us, right? Or do you only want a photo with one of us?"

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not walk in the aisles..." As Zhang Yu was about to answer, the gentle female voice sounded again.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

"Boss, this is the first time I've been recognized outside of school!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

"But the NCAA isn't famous in China. Don't you want to be known by people back home?" Curry asked doubtfully.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"No, no, no, I'm just worried you'll get tired of it. Thank you!" the white male student said repeatedly, waving his hands, his face full of surprise.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

He collapsed onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through channels, not knowing what to watch.

As he spoke, the longing in Curry's eyes grew stronger.

"These are all expected things. I'm mentally prepared... Do you have plans tomorrow?" Markbaum said indifferently.

"Hi, Coach Z, Stephen. I... I'm also a Butler student. I noticed you as soon as you got on the plane. Can we take a picture together? Just one is fine!" the white male student said somewhat haltingly.

"If you want to become a superstar admired by all, then go to the NBA. There you'll find the strongest opponents, the most reliable teammates, and the fiercest competition. Stand out there, and you'll become famous worldwide. Wherever there's a basketball court, your name will be chanted."

After entering the campus, the two parted ways, and Zhang Yu returned to his apartment.

"I promise you, we will definitely make it to March Madness!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

While Zhang Yu was spacing out with the television as background noise, his phone suddenly rang.

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"Boss, when will we play Purdue University again?" Curry asked.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" When the student turned to look again, Zhang Yu asked curiously.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Markbaum.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yu noticed a white male student in the row in front of them repeatedly looking back, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"That's great! I'll definitely be there to cheer for the team then!" the white male student said, waving his fist slightly, his face flushed with excitement. He turned away contentedly.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

Zhang Yu was speechless with laughter. He hadn't expected to meet a fan on the plane and readily said: "Roar--"

"One picture isn't enough. At least one for each of us, right? Or do you only want a photo with one of us?"

"Alright, do you want to watch an NBA game? I have two tickets here."

"The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not walk in the aisles..." As Zhang Yu was about to answer, the gentle female voice sounded again.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"It's okay. I just paid last month's premium to Deutsche Bank a few days ago," Markbaum said.

The room, which they hadn't stayed in for three days, had accumulated a bit of dust. Zhang Yu cleaned it up briefly and then went to the supermarket to buy some food to put in the refrigerator before finally having time to rest.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Zhang Yu and Curry took a taxi back to school.

"Boss, this is the first time I've been recognized outside of school!"

Curry also leaned over curiously to look at him.

Afterward, Zhang Yu and Curry took a few photos with him. This attracted the attention of many people around them, but this was not Indiana, nor was it Butler. The others didn't recognize Zhang Yu and Curry and looked away after a glance.

"But the NCAA isn't famous in China. Don't you want to be known by people back home?" Curry asked doubtfully.

"Hey, Mark, how have you been lately?" He answered the phone.

"No, no, no, I'm just worried you'll get tired of it. Thank you!" the white male student said repeatedly, waving his hands, his face full of surprise.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Like Kobe and Wade?"

"It's okay. I