I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face. Before him lay a contract: a five-year, five-million-dollar head coach offer from Butler University. All he had to do was sign his name to secure his position. McCashbury laughed heartily.

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

"Ronan, you've worked hard!" Likert saw through Zhang Yu's thoughts at a glance and chuckled, "Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

"Everything here is the same. You remembered. ...I won't stay long. This is your territory, my battlefield is in Iowa. If we meet next season, I won't go easy on you."

"I'm not going to be fired, am I?" Zhang Yu chuckled.

The airport was only a twenty-minute drive from the Butler University campus. The Bulldogs quickly returned to school, but to their surprise, many fans had gathered at the school entrance to welcome the team back.

McCashbury laughed heartily. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

"Coach Likert, why are you here!" Zhang Yu greeted him with surprise.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

He had taken over as head coach thanks to Likert's strong recommendation. Now that Likert had recovered, he was signing a formal contract, which made him feel a sense of guilt. If he knew about Zhang Yu's big moves on Wall Street, he probably wouldn't feel that way.

Likert sized him up and chuckled.

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

Following that, the fans erupted in cheers again. Every player heard words of encouragement, even the few who were always warming the bench.

Likert sized him up and chuckled.

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

The airport was only a twenty-minute drive from the Butler University campus. The Bulldogs quickly returned to school, but to their surprise, many fans had gathered at the school entrance to welcome the team back.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"I've recovered completely. Where did you go just now? I waited for you for a full hour," Likert said.

Likert's eyes held a nostalgic look as he surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

After obtaining the desired outcome, Zhang Yu took his leave and returned to his office. Although the possibility was slim, it was enough for him to make the trip.

He immediately rushed forward upon seeing Zhang Yu, a smile plastered on his face.

Zhang Yu looked at the joyful faces outside the car window and shouted, "Stop the bus!"

"Then we'll settle it on the court," Likert said with a slight smile, turning and striding out the door.

"Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

"Of course not!" McCashbury's voice was resolute. But he then added in a low voice, "The team made it to the Sweet Sixteen. Those conservatives have nothing more to say. And the team only narrowly lost to Florida, showing their strength. Your position is as solid as a rock."

"Stop the bus!"

"Haha, I can't see Curry's potential, nor could I make the team play such beautiful offense."

Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction and got into the bus back to school.

"Ronan, are you really not considering it? I guarantee no school will offer such generous terms!" McCashbury sat opposite Zhang Yu, earnestly persuading him. Of course, if Zhang Yu didn't develop well in the future, he could just consider it a trip to America.

The bus slowly came to a halt. Zhang Yu led the players off, and the fans' cheers grew even louder. He had watched Butler's Sweet Sixteen game against Florida. Although Butler lost, Zhang Yu's coaching ability had impressed him.

"We lost the game, why are you all so happy?"

He knew that from this moment on, he was officially the head coach of the Bulldogs.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

The school's bus was already waiting outside the airport, and McCashbury himself came to greet them.

"Mike, I'm not saying I won't sign, just that the term is a bit short." Zhang Yu calmly picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"I won't go easy on you either," Zhang Yu said. This was a golden opportunity to build connections with a future NBA head coach, and Su Qun wouldn't let it slip away.

Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "...Ah, fine. I'll print out the contract this afternoon." McCashbury persuaded him a few more times, finally agreeing with resignation.

Upon seeing the bus, the fans roared in unison.

Zhang Yu lowered his hands, and the crowd gradually quieted down. He shouted, "Yes, sir!" The players responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!"

Su Qun listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, checked his seatbelt, then picked up his camera. He captured the sunset outside the porthole, silently marveling.

Zhang Yu's one-year temporary contract was about to expire, and he couldn't