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

Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 47: The Contract Renewal The school shuttle was waiting outside the airport, and Micah Shulsbury had come to meet them in person. "...All right, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." Micah Shulsbury tried to persuade him a few more times, but in the end, he had no choice but to agree. Rickert saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. Rickert saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. A contract lay in front of Zhang Yu: a five-year, five-million-dollar head coach deal offered by Butler University. Once he signed, his position would be secure. Micah Shulsbury burst out laughing. Su Qun heard the gentle voice over the intercom, checked his seat belt, then picked up his camera and snapped a picture of the sunset beyond the window. He couldn't help admiring the view. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. "Haha, I never saw Curry's potential, and I couldn't have gotten the team to play such beautiful offense." "Nothing here has changed. You've put a lot of thought into this... I won't stay long. This is your territory, while my battlefield is in Iowa. If we meet next season, I won't go easy on you." "I'm not about to get fired, am I?" Zhang Yu joked. The airport was only twenty minutes from Butler University's campus, and the Bulldogs soon made it back to school. To their surprise, a large crowd of fans had gathered at the entrance to welcome them home. Micah Shulsbury burst out laughing. "...All right, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." Micah Shulsbury tried to persuade him a few more times, but in the end, he had no choice but to agree. "Coach Rickert, what are you doing here?" Zhang Yu greeted him in delighted surprise. "Of course not!" Micah Shulsbury replied emphatically, then added in a quieter voice, "The team made the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing left to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing what it can do. Your position is rock solid." Rickert had recommended him for the head coach position. Now Rickert had recovered, and Zhang Yu had signed a permanent contract. He couldn't help feeling guilty. If he knew about Zhang Yu's major moves on Wall Street, would he still feel that way? Rickert looked him over and smiled. Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench. Rickert looked him over and smiled. Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. Zhang Yu's one-year interim contract was about to expire, and he didn't dare put things off for long. The airport was only twenty minutes from Butler University's campus, and the Bulldogs soon made it back to school. To their surprise, a large crowd of fans had gathered at the entrance to welcome them home. "Micah, it's not that I won't sign. I just want a shorter term." Zhang Yu calmly picked up his coffee and took a small sip. "I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. There was no way Su Qun would pass up such a great opportunity to build connections with a potential future NBA head coach. Zhang Yu waved his hands. "...All right, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." Micah Shulsbury tried to persuade him a few more times, but in the end, he had no choice but to agree. "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" Su Qun heard the gentle voice over the intercom, checked his seat belt, then picked up his camera and snapped a picture of the sunset beyond the window. He couldn't help admiring the view. Zhang Yu's one-year interim contract was about to expire, and he didn't dare put things off for long. "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" Su Qun heard the gentle voice over the intercom, checked his seat belt, then picked up his camera and snapped a picture of the sunset beyond the window. He couldn't help admiring the view. Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. After getting the result he wanted, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Zhang Yu looked at the happy faces outside the bus window and called out, "Stop the bus!" "Then let's settle it on the court." Rickert smiled and strode out the door. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "Of course not!" Micah Shulsbury replied emphatically, then added in a quieter voice, "The team made the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing left to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing what it can do. Your position is rock solid." "Stop!" "Haha, I never saw Curry's potential, and I couldn't have gotten the team to play such beautiful offense." Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. "Ronan, are you really not going to think it over? I can guarantee no other school will offer you such generous terms!" Micah Shulsbury sat across from Zhang Yu, pleading earnestly. He'd watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Butler had lost, but Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" After hearing the gentle voice over the intercom, Su Qun checked his seat belt, picked up his camera, and took a picture of the sunset beyond the window. He couldn't help admiring the view. Rickert said, "He'd reached the Sweet Sixteen, and that was more than enough for them!" Zhang Yu's name had spread throughout the NCAA. As far as Su Qun knew, a number of schools were trying to poach him from Butler, including several prestigious ones. Although that possibility was slim, it was still enough to make the trip worthwhile. After getting the result he wanted, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. "Stop!" He opened the door and found someone else in the room. Looking closer, he saw it was Rickert. "Haha, I never saw Curry's potential, and I couldn't have gotten the team to play such beautiful offense." "Nothing here has changed. You've put a lot of thought into this... I won't stay long. This is your territory, while my battlefield is in Iowa. If we meet next season, I won't go easy on you." "Let's not dwell on it. Everyone, go back and train hard. For our fans, we'll come back stronger next season!" Zhang Yu's name had spread throughout the NCAA. As far as he knew, a number of schools were trying to poach him from Butler, including several prestigious ones. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" "Basketball Operations Department would be delighted to have you join us!" The shuttle slowed to a stop. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans cheered even louder. Rickert said, "He'd reached the Sweet Sixteen, and that was more than enough for them!" "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Zhang Yu's name had spread throughout the NCAA. As far as he knew, a number of schools were trying to poach him from Butler, including several prestigious ones. After all the commotion, the Bulldogs finally entered campus. Before they parted, Zhang Yu pointed to the diehard fans who still hadn't left and said to the team, "Ronan, are you really not going to think it over? I can guarantee no other school will offer you such generous terms!" Micah Shulsbury sat across from Zhang Yu, pleading earnestly. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. "The Bulldogs are in your hands now. I hope you can take the team even further." Rickert rose as he spoke. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" "Ronan, are you really not going to think it over? I can guarantee no other school will offer you such generous terms!" Micah Shulsbury sat across from Zhang Yu, pleading earnestly... Zhang Yu had already become the first Chinese head coach in NCAA history. Su Qun thought that, given Zhang Yu's potential, he might become the first Chinese coach to lead an NBA team. If he knew about Zhang Yu's major moves on Wall Street, would he still feel that way? Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. Two days later, in the Basketball Operations Department conference room. Zhang Yu refused. "Of course not!" Micah Shulsbury replied emphatically, then added in a quieter voice, "The team made the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing left to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing what it can do. Your position is rock solid." "Coach, won't you stay a little longer?" Zhang Yu asked, trying to get him to stay. "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" Rickert said, "Ronan, are you really not going to think it over? I can guarantee no other school will offer you such generous terms!" Micah Shulsbury sat across from Zhang Yu, pleading earnestly. "Of course not!" Micah Shulsbury replied emphatically, then added in a quieter voice, "The team made the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing left to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing what it can do. Your position is rock solid." He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. Two days later, in the Basketball Operations Department conference room. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't do well in the future, Su Qun could always treat the trip as a vacation in the USA. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench. "Micah, it's not that I won't sign. I just want a shorter term." Zhang Yu calmly picked up his coffee and took a small sip. Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "I'm not about to get fired, am I?" Zhang Yu joked. But Zhang Yu refused. "The Bulldogs! The Bulldogs!" Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Although that possibility was slim, it was still enough to make the trip worthwhile. "Ronan, are you really not going to think it over? I can guarantee no other school will offer you such generous terms!" Micah Shulsbury sat across from Zhang Yu, pleading earnestly. Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. "If you're worried I won't have a job, I've already received an offer from Iowa State. I'll be moving there in a few days." Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench... "I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. "I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. Rickert looked him over and smiled. Rickert looked him over and smiled. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. When the fans saw the shuttle, they began chanting in unison: Zhang Yu raised both hands, and the crowd gradually quieted. He called out, "He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach." Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench. After all the commotion, the Bulldogs finally entered campus. Before they parted, Zhang Yu pointed to the diehard fans who still hadn't left and said to the team, Zhang Yu had already become the first Chinese head coach in NCAA history. Su Qun thought that, given Zhang Yu's potential, he might become the first Chinese coach to lead an NBA team. Rickert said, "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." "Can we play a little longer, Coach?" Zhang Yu asked, trying to get him to stay. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." "Stop!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "I'm not about to get fired, am I?" Zhang Yu joked. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" Zhang Yu looked at Rickert and saw the contract on the table. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke up. "Stop!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." Zhang Yu raised both hands, and the crowd gradually quieted. He called out, "He opened the door and found someone else in the room. Looking closer, he saw it was Rickert." "If you're worried I won't have a job, I've already received an offer from Iowa State. I'll be moving there in a few days." Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" After all the commotion, the Bulldogs finally entered campus. Before they parted, Zhang Yu pointed to the diehard fans who still hadn't left and said to the team, Zhang Yu knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "Coach Rickert, what are you doing here?" Zhang Yu greeted him in delighted surprise. "Nothing here has changed. You've put a lot of thought into this... I won't stay long. This is your territory, while my battlefield is in Iowa. If we meet next season, I won't go easy on you." "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Although that possibility was slim, it was still enough to make the trip worthwhile. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. If Zhang Yu did it, he'd be the second Yao Ming. Rickert looked him over and smiled. "Stop!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. Zhang Yu raised both hands, and the crowd gradually quieted. He called out, "He opened the door and found someone else in the room. Looking closer, he saw it was Rickert. He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the Bulldogs' head coach. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. If Zhang Yu did it, he'd be the second Yao Ming... "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" Rickert said, "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." "Stop!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. "If you're worried I won't have a job, I've already received an offer from Iowa State. I'll be moving there in a few days." Zhang Yu was delighted. Rickert looked him over and smiled. Rickert looked him over and smiled. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. When the fans saw the shuttle, they began chanting in unison: Zhang Yu raised both hands, and the crowd gradually quieted. He called out, Zhang Yu's one-year interim contract was about to expire, and he didn't dare put things off for long. If he knew about Zhang Yu's major moves on Wall Street, would he still feel that way? "...All right, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." Micah Shulsbury tried to persuade him a few more times, but in the end, he had no choice but to agree. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench. Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. If he knew about Zhang Yu's major moves on Wall Street, would he still feel that way? "That's great!" Zhang Yu exclaimed. "Ronan, thanks for all your hard work!" Zhang Yu looked at Rickert and saw the contract on the table. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke up. "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" "Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. "Your body—how is it?" Zhang Yu led Rickert to the sofa and asked with concern. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." Rickert said, "Stop the bus!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." "We're satisfied just to make the Sweet Sixteen!" "You laid the groundwork. I was only standing on the shoulders of giants." "Stop!" "Ronan, you've done very well. You brought the Bulldogs back to March Madness and led them to the Sweet Sixteen." "The Bulldogs are in your hands now. I hope you can take the team even further." Rickert rose as he spoke. "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench... After all the commotion, the Bulldogs finally entered campus. Before they parted, Zhang Yu pointed to the diehard fans who still hadn't left and said to the team, Zhang Yu had already become the first Chinese head coach in NCAA history. Su Qun thought that, given Zhang Yu's potential, he might become the first Chinese coach to lead an NBA team. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. "Coach Rickert, what are you doing here?" Zhang Yu greeted him in delighted surprise. "Nothing here has changed. You've put a lot of thought into this... I won't stay long. This is your territory, while my battlefield is in Iowa. If we meet next season, I won't go easy on you." "Yes, sir!" the players answered in unison, their voices like thunder. Although that possibility was slim, it was still enough to make the trip worthwhile. He wasn't interested in staying in the NCAA and certainly wouldn't sign a long-term contract. After all the commotion, the Bulldogs finally entered campus. Before they parted, Zhang Yu pointed to the diehard fans who still hadn't left and said to the team: Zhang Yu had already become the first Chinese head coach in NCAA history. Su Qun thought that, given Zhang Yu's potential, he might become the first Chinese coach to lead an NBA team. Rickert looked him over and smiled. Rickert looked him over and smiled. He saw Zhang Yu and hurried over with a broad smile. Rickert could tell at a glance what Zhang Yu was thinking and smiled. The fans began chanting in unison when they saw the shuttle: Zhang Yu didn't try to stop him again. "Ronan, are you really not going to think it over? I can guarantee no other school will offer you such generous terms!" Micah Shulsbury sat across from Zhang Yu, pleading earnestly. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench. Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. If Zhang Yu did it, he'd be the second Yao Ming. Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. If he knew about Zhang Yu's major moves on Wall Street, would he still feel that way? "...All right, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." Micah Shulsbury tried to persuade him a few more times, but in the end, he had no choice but to agree. Rickert looked him over and smiled. The fans erupted again, cheering every player on, even the few who'd spent years warming the bench. Rickert gazed around with a nostalgic look and smiled. "If you're worried I won't have a job, I've already received an offer from Iowa State. I'll be moving there in a few days." Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the shuttle back to school. Rickert didn't try to stop him again.