I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 31: This is the NBA

Indiana city, Bankers Life Fieldhouse.

Zhang Yu hit the seat in frustration, but he quickly shook off the emotion. Since his transmigration, Zhang Yu had led the Bulldogs to first place in the Horizon League, and he had successfully raised initial capital, investing it in the financial market. Predictable immense wealth was within reach, making him feel as if this was just a game, that everything was easily attainable. A smile gradually spread across his lips.

"It is now, but that might not be the case later." Zhang Yu replied loudly. The arena was filled with noise, and if he didn't speak up, he wouldn't be heard. Moreover, the Bulldogs' fans were limited to students and some local Indiana residents, and the arena was rarely full for their games. However, Bankers Life Fieldhouse was packed every night, with fans cheering passionately. The atmosphere was far superior to Hinkle Fieldhouse.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena. Markbaum had a permanently reserved suite at Bankers Life Fieldhouse, but he rarely watched games from there, saying it "lacked the feeling of watching a game."

This is the NBA, the place where miracles happen. For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. Zhang Yu believed that if it were just him and Markbaum, he wouldn't be enjoying a ride in a luxury car. The reason Markbaum wasn't driving himself was because Curry was in the car.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began. On the way, Zhang Yu took the tickets handed to him by Markbaum, surprised to find it was a game between the Pacers and the Warriors. The "Mad Scientist" looked relaxed. Unlike Carlisle, Don Nelson was the only coach in NBA history to win Coach of the Year three times. A legendary coach with a thousand wins, a Warriors icon. Even though the Warriors' record was terrible, he could boldly experiment with his crazy tactics without worrying about being fired.

Curry leaned in and shouted, "Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear. Markbaum, disregarding his image, threw several punches and jumped up shouting, "Boss, are you a Warriors fan?" Curry's eyes widened.

"It's nothing. I happen to be a Warriors fan. Thank you. I've never watched a Warriors game live before."

"Jermaine, you're invincible!" A boundless yearning for the NBA suddenly surged within Zhang Yu. For the first time, he deeply understood the original owner's obsession with coaching an NBA team. Many might see it as just a business, but many others harbored burning dreams and fought for them.

"We met by chance," Zhang Yu said calmly.

Throughout the entire game, Zhang Yu, as a Warriors fan, cheered with abandon, frequently drawing sideways glances from the surrounding Pacers fans.

"We won! We won!" He wasn't a fan of this particular Warriors team, after all.

"That's not necessarily true. Let's wait and see," Zhang Yu smiled faintly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena. Curry touched the seat beneath him, gazing intently at the understatedly luxurious interior, a hint of longing in his eyes.

"Mark, even a financial magnate like you has time to watch a game live?" Zhang Yu chuckled.

"Larry Bird!"

"Boss, you can definitely do it, but it's a shame I won't be able to play under you anymore." Curry shook his head with some regret.

Soon, the player introductions ended, and both teams' players engaged in a final brief warm-up on the court. The game was about to begin.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

BOOM!

"Boss, aren't you a Warriors fan? Why are you smiling?"

Zhang Yu heard his voice but didn't quite register it, as he was staring blankly at the court.

"A little, but I prefer Porsches," Curry replied.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified. NCAA was just child's play. The strongest players there were no older than 22, possessing only youthful bodies and immature skills. Many legendary NCAA coaches, like Rick Pitino and John Calipari, achieved nothing in the NBA and had to sheepishly return to the NCAA to continue their dominance.

"Huh?" Curry responded blankly, but Zhang Yu turned and started chatting with Markbaum, not elaborating further.

"Kill those Golden State guys!"

Yesterday, Markbaum had called Zhang Yu to invite him to the game. Zhang Yu readily agreed, even asking for an extra ticket to bring Curry along. Although Curry had watched countless NBA games since childhood, practically growing up in NBA arenas, he wouldn't refuse an invitation from his coach. Amidst their banter, the three had already entered the arena through a special VIP channel. Zhang Yu chuckled lightly.

The basketball flew an unusually long distance before finally falling into the net!

As the two chatted, the Rolls-Royce finally parked. The three got out and walked towards Bankers Life Fieldhouse. Markbaum, disregarding his image, threw several punches and jumped up shouting.

Their last playoff appearance was 12 years ago. Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

Every night, thousands of people in different cities cheered wildly for their favorite teams. Players poured their sweat and passion onto the court, coaches strategized flawlessly from the sidelines, all weaving together the world's grandest gladiatorial arena for basketball. But now, he had completely dismissed that thought. He wasn't a fan of this Warriors team, after all.

"We won! We won!"

34 seconds left. Al Harrington launched a surprise attack, sinking a three-pointer cleanly. Pacers 105:106 Warriors. Markbaum jumped up excitedly, raising an eyebrow at Zhang Yu. This filled Zhang Yu, attending his first live NBA game, with awe. The charm of the NBA was revealed to him without reservation for the first time.

He didn't know if other transmigrators had a system, but he didn't. However, he had Curry.

"Mark, even a financial magnate like you has time to watch a game live?" Zhang Yu chuckled.

BOOM!

"Then I'll play for the Warriors for you!" Curry thought Zhang Yu was joking and replied casually.

Markbaum, disregarding his image, threw several punches and jumped up shouting.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Mark, even a financial magnate like you has time to watch a game live?" Zhang Yu chuckled.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn't drive his Ford Mustang this time. Instead, a driver piloted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom through the streets, slowly joining the queue entering the parking lot next to the arena.

"Buddy, thanks!"

For the past 12 years, the Warriors had been a notorious bottom-feeder in the league, frequently finishing last in the Western Conference, and naturally acquiring many high draft picks. America is truly a "nation on wheels," with a high per capita ownership of private cars. Especially for young men, they often get their first car in high school. Due to strict upbringing, Curry hadn't bought a car yet, which only made him more eager to own one.

Curry felt a bit dejected. His boss was great in every way, except that he often said things that were hard to understand, out of the blue.

"We won! We won!"

"Drive carefully in the future, don't get into accidents." Zhang Yu smiled faintly, recalling news he'd seen in his past life.

Markbaum even went head-to-head with Zhang Yu, taunting him every time the Pacers scored. Their banter became increasingly sharp as the game intensified.

Zhang Yu wasn't someone who hadn't watched basketball before. He was accustomed to the fervent atmosphere of Hinkle Fieldhouse. However, Hinkle Fieldhouse could only accommodate a little over ten thousand people, while Bankers Life Fieldhouse could hold over eighteen thousand, almost double Hinkle Fieldhouse's capacity. But Jermaine O'Neal grabbed an offensive rebound under the basket and passed to Stephen Jackson. With only one second left, the Martial Saint immediately shot, very decisively.

"Boss, how do you know such rich friends?" Curry whispered into Zhang Yu's ear.

Finally, the warm-up ended, and the game began.

"Maybe, but the Pacers will definitely win today," Markbaum said with a smile.

"What, envious?" Zhang Yu chuckled softly.

Markbaum didn'