I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 46: The Elite Musk's Inner Grudge, Curry Was About to Take the Bait, But Zhang Yu Ruined It. A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. He followed the team onto the plane, found his seat, put his things down, and unfolded the newspaper to read. "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. Zhang Yu's words were powerful. Curry didn't respond, and silence fell in the aisle. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. Even though Zhang Yu was the youngest head coach in the NCAA, he was Chinese. Compared to Curry, who was making a name for himself across the country, Zhang Yu had much less buzz. "Since no one has any questions, today's interview ends here. Thank you." He ignored Zhang Yu and continued to ask Curry, "Thank you, Boss. I know what to do now." As they were about to reach the locker room, Curry suddenly spoke, his voice firm. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. Stevens maintained his forward-facing posture, secretly glancing at Zhang Yu, only to find that he couldn't understand a word Zhang Yu was writing. Stevens, accustomed to Zhang Yu's mumbling, put on his headphones and started watching a movie. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. Boss, that's not what you said just now! St. Louis was only 400 kilometers from Indiana. The plane quickly landed at Indianapolis International Airport. "Stephen, you are Butler's star player. Your last shot missed, causing the team to lose. Who do you think is responsible for the team's defeat? Is it Julian Becko?" "But I am the head coach. Remember, no one can point fingers at my players except me!" Stevens sat beside him and smiled. Curry pondered for a moment and said, On the way back to the locker room, Curry caught up with Zhang Yu. "You're always eager to read the newspapers after every game. It's fine if you win, but why look for trouble when you lose?" The next morning, the entire Bulldogs team arrived at the airport. The flight from St. Louis to Indiana was scheduled to take off in half an hour. This was a malicious question. If Curry blamed Julian Becko, he could write that Curry was shifting blame to his teammates, and Butler had internal conflict. He ignored Zhang Yu and continued to ask Curry: Why are reporters called "Uncrowned Kings"? Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." "You just wait!" "The Dark Horse Journey ends, Butler narrowly loses to Florida, Coach Z is enraged and spews wild words, leaving the press conference midway... Alright, Musk from Sports Illustrated, wasn't it you who disgusted me after losing to Purdue University? It was you again yesterday. Don't let me meet you again, or I'll tear you apart..." He muttered to himself, writing furiously in his notebook. If Curry took the blame, he would write that Curry admitted he was afraid to take the last shot, calling him a coward. Zhang Yu took the newspapers. Before he could examine them closely, he heard the boarding announcement from the airport. "Are you saying I should take the blame for the loss?" Zhang Yu asked. "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." No matter what Curry said, Musk could twist it to his advantage. "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. "Exactly. The most important thing is that he blocked us from asking Curry questions. His popularity isn't as high as Curry's, is it?" This reporter voiced everyone's thoughts. What about the promised glory and responsibility? This was a malicious question. If Curry blamed Julian Becko, he could write that Curry was shifting blame to his teammates, and Butler had internal conflict. Zhang Yu looked around, stood up, and left the press room without even glancing at the incredulous reporters. "You're always eager to read the newspapers after every game. It's fine if you win, but why look for trouble when you lose?" Musk's heart seethed with hatred. Curry was about to take the bait, but Zhang Yu had disrupted it. Why are reporters called "Uncrowned Kings"? Zhang Yu took the newspapers. Before he could examine them closely, he heard the boarding announcement from the airport. No matter what Curry said, Musk could twist it to his advantage. "Sports Illustrated, Musk, March 23, 2007. Setting a trap for Stephen, slandering my reputation..." Zhang Yu repeated the content in his notebook in Chinese, which Stevens couldn't understand, and picked up the next newspaper. "Stephen, you are Butler's star player. Your last shot missed, causing the team to lose. Who do you think is responsible for the team's defeat? Is it Julian Becko?" "What do you know? I'm distinguishing between friends and enemies. Don't confuse them at critical moments... Lend me a pen." Zhang Yu didn't look up, took out a notebook from his bag, opened it, and reached out to Stevens. It's precisely because unscrupulous reporters control the narrative, distort facts at will, leaving people unable to defend themselves. "Let me see, oh, USA Today! Not bad, the reporting is relatively objective and neutral. We can cooperate more in the future..." "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." He ignored Zhang Yu and continued to ask Curry: Musk's anger surged. He was just about to get Curry to say something, but Zhang Yu interrupted him. Curry hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but was intercepted by Zhang Yu again: Another reporter stood up: A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" "Right." Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." "Ah? But I'm already practicing every day!" On the way back to the locker room, Curry caught up with Zhang Yu. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. Boss, that's not what you said just now! Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "Boss, why..." What about the promised glory and responsibility? "I will report this rude Chinese person truthfully when I get back!" the male reporter who had asked the question said resentfully. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." If Curry took the blame, he would write that Curry admitted he was afraid to take the last shot, calling him a coward. He followed the team onto the plane, found his seat, put his things down, and unfolded the newspaper to read. Stevens sat beside him and smiled. Another reporter stood up: The next morning, the entire Bulldogs team arrived at the airport. The flight from St. Louis to Indiana was scheduled to take off in half an hour. "Exactly. The most important thing is that he blocked us from asking Curry questions. His popularity isn't as high as Curry's, is it?" This reporter voiced everyone's thoughts. Musk's heart seethed with hatred. Curry was about to take the bait, but Zhang Yu had disrupted it. "Sports Illustrated, Musk, March 23, 2007. Setting a trap for Stephen, slandering my reputation..." Zhang Yu repeated the content in his notebook in Chinese, which Stevens couldn't understand, and picked up the next newspaper. Musk pressed on relentlessly, "Stephen, I'm Jack from USA Today. You've had an amazing season. Will you participate in the draft after March Madness ends?" He ignored Zhang Yu and continued to ask Curry: What about the promised glory and responsibility? "Are you saying I should take the blame for the loss?" Zhang Yu asked. Stevens, accustomed to Zhang Yu's mumbling, put on his headphones and started watching a movie. "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" Curry pondered for a moment and said, As the locker room echoed with Curry's wails, Zhang Yu walked ahead, a faint smile on his lips. "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. "Right." NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." Even though Zhang Yu was the youngest head coach in the NCAA, he was Chinese. Compared to Curry, who was making a name for himself across the country, Zhang Yu had much less buzz. "Boss, no..." "Thank you, Boss. I know what to do now." As they were about to reach the locker room, Curry suddenly spoke, his voice firm. Musk pressed on relentlessly, "This is your punishment for missing the last shot! By the way, you must practice while exhausted after regular training. This will improve your shooting stability under extreme conditions." Musk's anger surged. He was just about to get Curry to say something, but Zhang Yu interrupted him. "As far as I know, the Sweet Sixteen is already Butler's best historical achievement. Is the difficulty of winning the championship too great for you? That's the privilege of elite teams." Musk questioned. "Sports Illustrated, Musk, March 23, 2007. Setting a trap for Stephen, slandering my reputation..." Zhang Yu repeated the content in his notebook in Chinese, which Stevens couldn't understand, and picked up the next newspaper. "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "Because it should have been my responsibility." Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. Why are reporters called "Uncrowned Kings"? "As far as I know, the Sweet Sixteen is already Butler's best historical achievement. Is the difficulty of winning the championship too great for you? That's the privilege of elite teams." Musk questioned. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "I have confidence in the team," Curry said concisely. As the locker room echoed with Curry's wails, Zhang Yu walked ahead, a faint smile on his lips. Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. The next morning, the entire Bulldogs team arrived at the airport. The flight from St. Louis to Indiana was scheduled to take off in half an hour. "Since no one has any questions, today's interview ends here. Thank you." St. Louis was only 400 kilometers from Indiana. The plane quickly landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Even though Zhang Yu was the youngest head coach in the NCAA, he was Chinese. Compared to Curry, who was making a name for himself across the country, Zhang Yu had much less buzz. Musk pressed on relentlessly. If Curry took the blame, he would write that Curry admitted he was afraid to take the last shot, calling him a coward. "Phew... Coach Z, all the newspapers reporting yesterday's game are here." As the locker room echoed with Curry's wails, Zhang Yu walked ahead, a faint smile on his lips. "Sports Illustrated, Musk, March 23, 2007. Setting a trap for Stephen, slandering my reputation..." Zhang Yu repeated the content in his notebook in Chinese, which Stevens couldn't understand, and picked up the next newspaper. A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. He followed the team onto the plane, found his seat, put his things down, and unfolded the newspaper to read. "Phew... Coach Z, all the newspapers reporting yesterday's game are here." "I admire your courage, but who gave you the confidence to compete with those elite teams?" Musk roared inwardly. "Sports Illustrated, Musk, March 23, 2007. Setting a trap for Stephen, slandering my reputation..." Zhang Yu repeated the content in his notebook in Chinese, which Stevens couldn't understand, and picked up the next newspaper. "Right." "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. Curry hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but was intercepted by Zhang Yu again: "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. "Since no one has any questions, today's interview ends here. Thank you." "Stephen, I'm Jack from USA Today. You've had an amazing season. Will you participate in the draft after March Madness ends?" "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. Who gave you the confidence? Every time after an away game, he had to go through this. He was used to it. This was a malicious question. If Curry blamed Julian Becko, he could write that Curry was shifting blame to his teammates, and Butler had internal conflict. No matter what Curry said, Musk could twist it to his advantage. Curry hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but was intercepted by Zhang Yu again: Musk pressed on relentlessly: "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" Boss, that's not what you said just now! Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. "You just wait!" "Ah? But I'm already practicing every day!" On the way back to the locker room, Curry caught up with Zhang Yu. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "Boss, why..." What about the promised glory and responsibility? "I will report this rude Chinese person truthfully when I get back!" the male reporter who had asked the question said resentfully. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." If Curry took the blame, he would write that Curry admitted he was afraid to take the last shot, calling him a coward. "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "Because it should have been my responsibility." Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. "Dark Horse Journey ends, Butler narrowly loses to Florida, Coach Z is enraged and spews wild words, leaving the press conference midway... Alright, Musk from Sports Illustrated, wasn't it you who disgusted me after losing to Purdue University? It was you again yesterday. Don't let me meet you again, or I'll tear you apart..." He muttered to himself, writing furiously in his notebook. "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "Are you saying I should take the blame for the loss?" Zhang Yu asked. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. He ignored Zhang Yu and continued to ask Curry: Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. "You just wait!" "Let me see, oh, USA Today! Not bad, the reporting is relatively objective and neutral. We can cooperate more in the future..." "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." St. Louis was only 400 kilometers from Indiana. The plane quickly landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Musk pressed on relentlessly, "Since no one has any questions, today's interview ends here. Thank you." Zhang Yu's words were powerful. Curry didn't respond, and silence fell in the aisle. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" St. Louis was only 400 kilometers from Indiana. The plane quickly landed at Indianapolis International Airport. Reporters looked at each other. John Wooden wouldn't dare say that! Who gave you the confidence? "Dark Horse Journey ends, Butler narrowly loses to Florida, Coach Z is enraged and spews wild words, leaving the press conference midway... Alright, Musk from Sports Illustrated, wasn't it you who disgusted me after losing to Purdue University? It was you again yesterday. Don't let me meet you again, or I'll tear you apart..." He muttered to himself, writing furiously in his notebook. "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "Are you saying I should take the blame for the loss?" Zhang Yu asked. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. He ignored Zhang Yu and continued to ask Curry: "Boss, that's not what you said just now!" Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. "You just wait!" "Phew... Coach Z, all the newspapers reporting yesterday's game are here." This was cutting off his financial path, making him grit his teeth in hatred. "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "Because it should have been my responsibility." Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." "Boss, why..." What about the promised glory and responsibility? "Thank you, Boss. I know what to do now." As they were about to reach the locker room, Curry suddenly spoke, his voice firm. Musk's heart seethed with hatred. He was just about to get Curry to say something, but Zhang Yu had disrupted it. "Sports Illustrated, Musk, March 23, 2007. Setting a trap for Stephen, slandering my reputation..." Zhang Yu repeated the content in his notebook in Chinese, which Stevens couldn't understand, and picked up the next newspaper. Musk pressed on relentlessly, "Stephen, you are Butler's star player. Your last shot missed, causing the team to lose. Who do you think is responsible for the team's defeat? Is it Julian Becko?" "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "Are you saying I should take the blame for the loss?" Zhang Yu asked. NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. "Right." Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. "With me here, Butler is an elite team," Zhang Yu said calmly. "Right." As the locker room echoed with Curry's wails, Zhang Yu walked ahead, a faint smile on his lips. Reporters looked at each other. John Wooden wouldn't dare say that! "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "I will report this rude Chinese person truthfully when I get back!" the male reporter who had asked the question said resentfully. "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "Didn't you hear clearly? The responsibility is entirely mine. Stephen and Julian Becko executed my tactics perfectly, but the tactics were flawed from the beginning. The pick-and-roll I arranged caused Stephen to be double-teamed, and his final pass was also at my instruction. Therefore, I take full responsibility for the loss." "Because it should have been my responsibility." Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." "Boss, no..." "Thank you, Boss. I know what to do now." As they were about to reach the locker room, Curry suddenly spoke, his voice firm. Musk pressed on relentlessly, "This is your punishment for missing the last shot! By the way, you must practice while exhausted after regular training. This will improve your shooting stability under extreme conditions." Musk's anger surged. He was just about to get Curry to say something, but Zhang Yu had disrupted it. "As far as I know, the Sweet Sixteen is already Butler's best historical achievement. Is the difficulty of winning the championship too great for you? That's the privilege of elite teams." Musk questioned. "Dark Horse Journey ends, Butler narrowly loses to Florida, Coach Z is enraged and spews wild words, leaving the press conference midway... Alright, Musk from Sports Illustrated, wasn't it you who disgusted me after losing to Purdue University? It was you again yesterday. Don't let me meet you again, or I'll tear you apart..." He muttered to himself, writing furiously in his notebook. "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "I admire your courage, but who gave you the confidence to compete with those elite teams?" "Phew... Coach Z, all the newspapers reporting yesterday's game are here." NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. As the locker room echoed with Curry's wails, Zhang Yu walked ahead, a faint smile on his lips. "Exactly. The most important thing is that he blocked us from asking Curry questions. His popularity isn't as high as Curry's, is it?" This reporter voiced everyone's thoughts. "Exactly. The most important thing is that he blocked us from asking Curry questions. His popularity isn't as high as Curry's, is it?" This reporter voiced everyone's thoughts. Every time after an away game, he had to go through this. He was used to it. On the way back to the locker room, Curry caught up with Zhang Yu. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" "Boss, that's not what you said just now!" Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. "You just wait!" "Phew... Coach Z, all the newspapers reporting yesterday's game are here." This was cutting off his financial path, making him grit his teeth in hatred. "I admire your courage, but who gave you the confidence to compete with those elite teams?" NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. "Stephen, you are Butler's star player. Your last shot missed, causing the team to lose. Who do you think is responsible for the team's defeat? Is it Julian Becko?" "Boss, why..." "Boss, why..." "Right." On the way back to the locker room, Curry caught up with Zhang Yu. "I admire your courage, but who gave you the confidence to compete with those elite teams?" NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. "Stephen, you are Butler's star player. Your last shot missed, causing the team to lose. Who do you think is responsible for the team's defeat? Is it Julian Becko?" Stevens sat beside him and smiled. What about the promised glory and responsibility? What about the promised glory and responsibility? "I have confidence in the team," Curry said concisely. "Phew... Coach Z, all the newspapers reporting yesterday's game are here." NCAA teams are not like NBA clubs; they don't have private jets. "Boss, why..." Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. "I admire your courage, but who gave you the confidence to compete with those elite teams?" "Dark Horse Journey ends, Butler narrowly loses to Florida, Coach Z is enraged and spews wild words, leaving the press conference midway... Alright, Musk from Sports Illustrated, wasn't it you who disgusted me after losing to Purdue University? It was you again yesterday. Don't let me meet you again, or I'll tear you apart..." He muttered to himself, writing furiously in his notebook. "It was my fault for not executing your tactics properly, which led to the failure of the last attack..." "Are you saying I should take the blame for the loss?" Zhang Yu asked. "Don't thank me just yet. After we get back, practice an extra hundred three-pointers every day!" "Stephen, I'm Jack from USA Today. You've had an amazing season. Will you participate in the draft after March Madness ends?" Stevens maintained his forward-facing posture, secretly glancing at Zhang Yu, only to find that Zhang Yu couldn't understand a word he was writing. Stevens, accustomed to Zhang Yu's mumbling, put on his headphones and started watching a movie. A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. Even though Zhang Yu was the youngest head coach in the NCAA, he was Chinese. Compared to Curry, who was making a name for himself across the country, Zhang Yu had much less buzz. Musk roared inwardly. "Let me see, oh, USA Today! Not bad, the reporting is relatively objective and neutral. We can cooperate more in the future..." "Ah? But I'm already practicing every day!" Curry pondered for a moment and said. Boss, that's not what you said just now! Stevens, accustomed to Zhang Yu's mumbling, put on his headphones and started watching a movie. A coordinator from the Basketball Operations Department jogged over to Zhang Yu, panting, and handed him a stack of newspapers. "Right." Every time after an away game, he had to go through this. He was used to it. "I will report this rude Chinese person truthfully when I get back!" the male reporter who had asked the question said resentfully. "I still have a lot to improve, and I want to bring a championship to Butler. I won't participate in this year's draft." St. Louis was only 400 kilometers from Indiana. The plane quickly landed at Indianapolis International Airport. "He's too arrogant. We lost, but he's acting like we won. Elite team? Pfft!" Curry looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. "..." Musk was momentarily speechless. Zhang Yu slowed his pace and smiled. Zhang Yu looked around, stood up, and left the press room without even glancing at the incredulous reporters. "I admire your courage, but who gave you the confidence to compete with those elite teams?"