I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 5: I Happen to Know a Genius

The living room was cluttered with junk, and the dining table was covered with various takeout boxes, especially from McDonald's and KFC. Zhang Yu, like his original self, loved fried chicken burgers the most. He froze for a moment, then frantically searched for his phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, found a number, stared at it for a full minute, then gritted his teeth and pressed call.

"This player is different. He's a true genius. We need to show genuine sincerity." Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"Coach Rickert had high hopes for Mike Conley when he was a freshman. He's watched North Lawrence High School's games frequently over the years and maintained close contact. He hadn't decided which school to go to, and was hesitating whether to come to Butler." Matthew, who had been responsible for the team's recruitment for many years, recalled, his expression turning to disappointment.

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

The small kitchen was piled high with unwashed bowls, chopsticks, and plates, covered in grease. The bedroom was littered with stained clothes and pants, emitting a musty smell.

Zhang Yu collapsed on the sofa, turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting, and continuously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

"I really just didn't sleep well yesterday..." Zhang Yu wanted to explain, but seeing their disbelieving eyes, he gave up.

"Why did he choose Ohio State University?" Stevens asked, pursuing the question.

Even though the coaching staff knew that geniuses like Mike Conley were hard to recruit, the reason he rejected the Bulldogs still made them unable to resist a vague sense of speculation: If the Bulldogs' head coach were still Rickert, would Mike Conley have chosen the Bulldogs?

"I fell asleep... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Ha... Then I'll be going back..." Li Yinghua found it a bit strange, why her son was talking like this all of a sudden? But just receiving her son's call made this simple middle-aged woman very happy, and she immediately started asking about Zhang Yu's life.

But for Zhang Yu, this was not a problem. No one knew better than he did who would become a superstar in the future.

This was the price of becoming an NCAA head coach at 23.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

As he spoke these words, his gaze lost focus, as if lost in memory, or perhaps anticipating something, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

"As far as I know, Charlotte Christian High School doesn't have any graduating genius players this year."

Zhang Yu stared blankly out the window. A few wisps of clouds drifted by, covering half the moon. The moonlight was like a veil, misty and ethereal. A thought that had been swirling in his mind since he transmigrated became incredibly clear.

"I happen to know a genius. He probably hasn't made his decision yet," Zhang Yu said.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

This was the price of becoming an NCAA head coach at 23. When you pour all your energy into one thing, it's hard to pay attention to anything else.

Zhang Yu was speechless. Stevens' words were a bit harsh, but they weren't wrong.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

For Zhang Yu before his transmigration, this was an almost impossible task, but now...

"Mom, I miss you."

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

Zhang Yu surveyed the entire apartment, feeling a sense of emotion. During the day, Zhang Yu had to adapt to his new identity, face different people, and was under high nervous tension, leaving him no time to think about his past life. Now that he was relaxed, his first thought was of his parents.

He froze for a moment, then frantically searched for his phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, found a number, stared at it for a full minute, then gritted his teeth and pressed call.

His original self had been frantically watching game footage for the past few days, worrying about this very matter. He had watched game footage of almost all the high schools in Indiana, trying to select talented high school students worth recruiting.

"What's wrong? Didn't we just talk on the phone a few days ago? What are you having for lunch? Oh, I forgot, it's already evening in the USA. What are you eating?"

"Ronan, did you stay up all night watching game footage again last night?"

Half an hour later, Zhang Yu reluctantly put down his phone.

He had read a sentence that he deeply agreed with: When you mess up your life, you succeed at work.

"I know that, of course, but those geniuses might not even know the name of the Bulldogs," Matthew Graves sighed.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

And although Zhang Yu wasn't a neat freak, he couldn't stand this living environment. He made a plan in his mind and quickly started the "Apartment Cleaning Plan."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood his unspoken meaning.

"What happened? Are there problems with player recruitment?" Zhang Yu felt half his sleepiness disappear, and he asked first.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

"Ha... Then I'll be going back..."

"Damn it, finally done..."

"We don't have to go in person. We can just have him come to Indiana for a tryout."

"I happen to know a genius. He probably hasn't made his decision yet," Zhang Yu said.

"Mike Conley, the genius high school student from North Lawrence High School, rejected us and chose to join Ohio State University." Matthew said helplessly.

Mike Conley didn't trust a 23-year-old Chinese head coach. Zhang Yu's existence had extinguished the last glimmer of hope for him to join the Bulldogs.

It was already 10 PM. A crescent moon hung high in the distant sky, its light not very strong, appearing exceptionally soft against the backdrop of twinkling stars. The good soundproof glass muffled the sounds of students passing by outside, with only faint laughter and chatter reaching Zhang Yu's ears.

But the original self's talent in basketball tactics was outstanding, while his judgment of player talent was terrible. In this regard, he was on the same level as the great basketball god Michael Jordan, and had achieved nothing to this day.

When you pour all your energy into one thing, it's hard to pay attention to anything else.

He rolled over and looked towards the window. The curtains completely blocked the window, but the moonlight and starlight shone through with great penetration, casting a dim but eternal light on the ground.

Zhang Yu worked for a full three hours before he had the apartment roughly cleaned. He planned to deal with the remaining details later.

"Mike Conley, the genius high school student from North Lawrence High School, rejected us and chose to join Ohio State University." Matthew said helplessly.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

"I know that, of course, but those geniuses might not even know the name of the Bulldogs," Matthew Graves sighed.

Zhang Yu was speechless. Stevens' words were a bit harsh, but they weren't wrong.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

For Zhang Yu before his transmigration, this was an almost impossible task, but now...

"Mom, I miss you."

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

During the day, Zhang Yu had to adapt to his new identity, face different people, and was under high nervous tension, leaving him no time to think about his past life. Now that he was relaxed, his first thought was of his parents.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"If he were famous all over America, he wouldn't be available to us," Zhang Yu said very firmly, as if he had already thought it through. "Have someone book two plane tickets. We'll leave for Charlotte tomorrow."

Zhang Yu surveyed the entire apartment, feeling a sense of emotion.

He froze for a moment, then frantically searched for his phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, found a number, stared at it for a full minute, then gritted his teeth and pressed call.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yu reluctantly put down his phone...

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Ding..."

Matthew's expression brightened:

"Ronan, you must be tired. Go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

"Why did he choose Ohio State University?" Stevens asked, pursuing the question.

"I ate steak..."

"I happen to know a genius. He probably hasn't made his decision yet," Zhang Yu said.

But the original self's talent in basketball tactics was outstanding, while his judgment of player talent was terrible. In this regard, he was on the same level as the great basketball god Michael Jordan, and had achieved nothing to this day.

"Mike Conley, the genius high school student from North Lawrence High School, rejected us and chose to join Ohio State University." Matthew said helplessly.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yu reluctantly put down his phone.

The familiar nagging, which used to be annoying, now sounded so pleasant to Zhang Yu's ears that he even felt an urge to shed tears of joy as he answered in detail.

"Hello, Mike... You saw Coach Rickert, he must be very happy... What have you decided... What? You accepted Ohio State University's recruitment?!... Alright, good luck, Mike."

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

"Why did he choose Ohio State University?" Stevens asked, pursuing the question.

"I ate steak..."

"Coach Rickert had high hopes for Mike Conley when he was a freshman. He's watched North Lawrence High School's games frequently over the years and maintained close contact. He hadn't decided which school to go to, and was hesitating whether to come to Butler."

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

"Ha... Then I'll be going back..."

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

Zhang Yu hung up the phone, went to the bathroom to wash up, returned to his bedroom, and lay down with his eyes closed, but sleep eluded him. Mike Shrusbury's words echoed in his mind – "At least reach the top 16."

"..."

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

Even though the coaching staff knew that geniuses like Mike Conley were hard to recruit, the reason he rejected the Bulldogs still made them unable to resist a vague sense of speculation: If the Bulldogs' head coach were still Rickert, would Mike Conley have chosen the Bulldogs?

"Mom, I miss you."

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"Ding..."

Matthew's expression brightened:

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

"Which school is he at?"

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

"Which school is he at?"

"Charlotte Christian High School," Zhang Yu replied.

His parents hadn't changed, and his home hadn't changed.

"That's right. You're just watching from the sidelines anyway," Stevens added.

Matthew Graves suggested, "Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training."

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"As far as I know, Charlotte Christian High School doesn't have any graduating genius players this year."

He couldn't help but yawn again:

Zhang Yu slowly shook his head:

"You must be going through the darkest period of your life right now..." Zhang Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhang Yu stared blankly out the window. A few wisps of clouds drifted by, covering half the moon. The moonlight was like a veil, misty and ethereal. A thought that had been swirling in his mind since he transmigrated became incredibly clear.

"Even though the coaching staff knew that geniuses like Mike Conley were hard to recruit, the reason he rejected the Bulldogs still made them unable to resist a vague sense of speculation: If the Bulldogs' head coach were still Rickert, would Mike Conley have chosen the Bulldogs?"

"Ronan, no matter how highly you think of him, you can't go see him in person. You're the head coach, you represent the Bulldogs," Matthew explained.

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Ding..."

Zhang Yu worked for a full three hours before he had the apartment roughly cleaned. He planned to deal with the remaining details later.

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

"Mom, I miss you."

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

During the day, Zhang Yu had to adapt to his new identity, face different people, and was under high nervous tension, leaving him no time to think about his past life. Now that he was relaxed, his first thought was of his parents.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Mike Conley? He's a genius who was selected for the McDonald's All-American High School Boys Game. It was unlikely he'd come to Butler anyway," Stevens asked, confused.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood his unspoken meaning.

"You don't like it when I nag, but you'd be unhappy if I didn't nag either. You're so hard to please!" Zhang Haijun said.

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

Zhang Yu hung up the phone, went to the bathroom to wash up, returned to his bedroom, and lay down with his eyes closed, but sleep eluded him. Mike Shrusbury's words echoed in his mind – "At least reach the top 16."

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Even though the coaching staff knew that geniuses like Mike Conley were hard to recruit, the reason he rejected the Bulldogs still made them unable to resist a vague sense of speculation: If the Bulldogs' head coach were still Rickert, would Mike Conley have chosen the Bulldogs?"

"Mom, I miss you."

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"Ding..."

Matthew's expression brightened:

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

"Which school is he at?"

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

"Charlotte Christian High School," Zhang Yu replied.

His parents hadn't changed, and his home hadn't changed.

"That's right. You're just watching from the sidelines anyway," Stevens added.

Matthew Graves suggested, "Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training."

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"As far as I know, Charlotte Christian High School doesn't have any graduating genius players this year."

"What's wrong? Didn't we just talk on the phone a few days ago? What are you having for lunch? Oh, I forgot, it's already evening in the USA. What are you eating?"

Zhang Yu was speechless. Stevens' words were a bit harsh, but they weren't wrong.

He couldn't help but yawn again:

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Ding..."

Zhang Yu worked for a full three hours before he had the apartment roughly cleaned. He planned to deal with the remaining details later.

"Ronan, did you stay up all night watching game footage again last night?"

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

"Why did he choose Ohio State University?" Stevens asked, pursuing the question.

"I ate steak..."

"I happen to know a genius. He probably hasn't made his decision yet," Zhang Yu said.

But the original self's talent in basketball tactics was outstanding, while his judgment of player talent was terrible. In this regard, he was on the same level as the great basketball god Michael Jordan, and had achieved nothing to this day.

"Mike Conley, the genius high school student from North Lawrence High School, rejected us and chose to join Ohio State University." Matthew said helplessly.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yu reluctantly put down his phone.

The familiar nagging, which used to be annoying, now sounded so pleasant to Zhang Yu's ears that he even felt an urge to shed tears of joy as he answered in detail.

"Hello, Mike... You saw Coach Rickert, he must be very happy... What have you decided... What? You accepted Ohio State University's recruitment?!... Alright, good luck, Mike."

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

"Why did he choose Ohio State University?" Stevens asked, pursuing the question.

"I ate steak..."

"Coach Rickert had high hopes for Mike Conley when he was a freshman. He's watched North Lawrence High School's games frequently over the years and maintained close contact. He hadn't decided which school to go to, and was hesitating whether to come to Butler."

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

"Ha... Then I'll be going back..."

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

Zhang Yu surveyed the entire apartment, feeling a sense of emotion.

"Hello, Xiao Yu, why are you calling today? It's not Saturday?" A distinctly middle-aged woman's voice rang out, filled with undisguised surprise.

"I really just didn't sleep well yesterday..." Zhang Yu wanted to explain, but seeing their disbelieving eyes, he gave up.

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

He had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a pale complexion, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, with a few strands standing defiantly.

Li Yinghua found it a bit strange, why her son was talking like this all of a sudden? But just receiving her son's call made this simple middle-aged woman very happy, and she immediately started asking about Zhang Yu's life.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yu reluctantly put down his phone.

The familiar nagging, which used to be annoying, now sounded so pleasant to Zhang Yu's ears that he even felt an urge to shed tears of joy as he answered in detail.

"No, I'm just a bit excited and can't sleep," Zhang Yu said weakly.

"Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

He froze for a moment, then frantically searched for his phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, found a number, stared at it for a full minute, then gritted his teeth and pressed call.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Ding..."

Matthew's expression brightened:

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Ronan, no matter how highly you think of him, you can't go see him in person. You're the head coach, you represent the Bulldogs," Matthew explained.

"Damn it, finally done..."

"Mom, I miss you."

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

"Mike Conley? He's a genius who was selected for the McDonald's All-American High School Boys Game. It was unlikely he'd come to Butler anyway," Stevens asked, confused.

"You don't like it when I nag, but you'd be unhappy if I didn't nag either. You're so hard to please!" Zhang Haijun said.

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

Zhang Yu surveyed the entire apartment, feeling a sense of emotion.

"Hello, Xiao Yu, why are you calling today? It's not Saturday?" A distinctly middle-aged woman's voice rang out, filled with undisguised surprise.

"I know that, of course, but those geniuses might not even know the name of the Bulldogs," Matthew Graves sighed.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

Zhang Yu collapsed on the sofa, turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting, and continuously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"I know that, of course, but those geniuses might not even know the name of the Bulldogs," Matthew Graves sighed.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

"Matthew, let's start recruiting again." Stevens said, "Geniuses like Mike Conley won't choose the Bulldogs."

"Ronan, did you stay up all night watching game footage again last night?"

"Charlotte Christian High School," Zhang Yu replied.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

"It's already late in the recruiting season. Many genius high school students in Indiana have already chosen their schools. It's hard to recruit excellent players," Matthew said with a troubled expression.

He had read a sentence that he deeply agreed with: When you mess up your life, you succeed at work.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

"Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

The living room was cluttered with junk, and the dining table was covered with various takeout boxes, especially from McDonald's and KFC. Zhang Yu, like his original self, loved fried chicken burgers the most.

Matthew Graves had been responsible for the team's recruitment for many years. He recalled for a moment, his expression turning to disappointment:

He froze for a moment, then frantically searched for his phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, found a number, stared at it for a full minute, then gritted his teeth and pressed call.

The garbage he swept out filled three large plastic bags. He struggled to carry them downstairs to throw away.

He had stayed up all night thinking about many things, and in the latter half of the night, he got up and recorded many things from his previous life to avoid forgetting them later.

For Zhang Yu before his transmigration, this was an almost impossible task, but now...

The small kitchen was piled high with unwashed bowls, chopsticks, and plates, covered in grease. The bedroom was littered with stained clothes and pants, emitting a musty smell.

As he spoke these words, his gaze lost focus, as if lost in memory, or perhaps anticipating something, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

In his previous life, these things were just "weapons" for Zhang Yu to argue with others online, but now, they were important "knowledge reserves" that would determine how far Zhang Yu's coaching career could go.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

The next day, Zhang Yu arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse early. The Bulldogs players also gradually arrived at the gym for training.

"As far as I know, Charlotte Christian High School doesn't have any graduating genius players this year."

"I came across this sentence and found it very true: When you mess up your life, you succeed at work."

He couldn't help but yawn again:

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

"As far as I know, Charlotte Christian High School doesn't have any graduating genius players this year."

"It's already late in the recruiting season. Many genius high school students in Indiana have already chosen their schools. It's hard to recruit excellent players," Matthew said with a troubled expression.

He had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a pale complexion, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, with a few strands standing defiantly.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

The garbage he swept out filled three large plastic bags. He struggled to carry them downstairs to throw away.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

He had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a pale complexion, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, with a few strands standing defiantly.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

He stood there with a faint smile, his left hand on his chest, his right hand stroking his chin, his gaze distant as he looked at the spectator stands in Hinkle Fieldhouse, as if Mike Conley hadn't rejected the Bulldogs, but rather he himself had rejected recruiting Mike Conley.

"Ding..."

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

"Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

"I really just didn't sleep well yesterday..." Zhang Yu wanted to explain, but seeing their disbelieving eyes, he gave up.

"I slept... Alright, I admit, I only slept for 3 hours yesterday." Zhang Yu yawned widely.

"Are you sure you just didn't sleep well, or that you didn't sleep at all?"

He stood there with a faint smile, his left hand on his chest, his right hand stroking his chin, his gaze distant as he looked at the spectator stands in Hinkle Fieldhouse, as if Mike Conley hadn't rejected the Bulldogs, but rather he himself had rejected recruiting Mike Conley.

"Mike Conley? He's a genius who was selected for the McDonald's All-American High School Boys Game. It was unlikely he'd come to Butler anyway," Stevens asked, confused.

Matthew Graves had been responsible for the team's recruitment for many years. He recalled for a moment, his expression turning to disappointment:

"It's already late in the recruiting season. Many genius high school students in Indiana have already chosen their schools. It's hard to recruit excellent players," Matthew said with a troubled expression.

He had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a pale complexion, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, with a few strands standing defiantly.

"What happened? Are there problems with player recruitment?" Zhang Yu felt half his sleepiness disappear, and he asked first.

The original self's memories were correct. Zhang Yu's parents in this life were his parents from his previous life, just more than ten years younger.

Finally, Matthew Graves hung up the phone, his expression looking somewhat grim as he walked over.

"Matthew, you should broaden your horizons. Outside of Indiana, there are countless basketball geniuses," Zhang Yu said calmly, retracting his gaze.

"Alright, then contact Charlotte Christian High School and invite Stephen Curry for a tryout."

It was already 10 PM. A crescent moon hung high in the distant sky, its light not very strong, appearing exceptionally soft against the backdrop of twinkling stars. The good soundproof glass muffled the sounds of students passing by outside, with only faint laughter and chatter reaching Zhang Yu's ears.

"You don't like it when I nag, but you'd be unhappy if I didn't nag either. You're so hard to please!" Zhang Haijun said.

The familiar nagging, which used to be annoying, now sounded so pleasant to Zhang Yu's ears that he even felt an urge to shed tears of joy as he answered in detail.

"No, I'm just a bit excited and can't sleep," Zhang Yu said weakly.

"Hello, Xiao Yu, why are you calling today? It's not Saturday?" A distinctly middle-aged woman's voice rang out, filled with undisguised surprise.

"I know that, of course, but those geniuses might not even know the name of the Bulldogs," Matthew Graves sighed.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

Zhang Yu collapsed on the sofa, turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting, and continuously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally changed his tune:

"That's right. You're just watching from the sidelines anyway," Stevens added.

During the day, Zhang Yu had to adapt to his new identity, face different people, and was under high nervous tension, leaving him no time to think about his past life. Now that he was relaxed, his first thought was of his parents.

"You must be going through the darkest period of your life right now..." Zhang Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside of Indiana, Butler University had no reputation at all. He had hit too many walls, and later simply focused on the basketball geniuses within Indiana.

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

For Zhang Yu before his transmigration, this was an almost impossible task, but now...

"I happen to know a genius. He probably hasn't made his decision yet," Zhang Yu said.

"Damn it, finally done..."

"Ronan, did you stay up all night watching game footage again last night?"

"Old Zhang, why do I feel like Xiao Yu is a bit strange today? He's not complaining about my nagging anymore."

"No, I'm just a bit excited and can't sleep," Zhang Yu said weakly.

Mike Conley didn't trust a 23-year-old Chinese head coach. Zhang Yu's existence had extinguished the last glimmer of hope for him to join the Bulldogs.

"Ha... Then I'll be going back..."

As he spoke these words, his gaze lost focus, as if lost in memory, or perhaps anticipating something, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yu reluctantly put down his phone.

Matthew looked somewhat surprised and said:

He had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a pale complexion, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, with a few strands standing defiantly.

"No, I'm just a bit excited and can't sleep," Zhang Yu said weakly.

Matthew's expression brightened:

He had stayed up all night thinking about many things, and in the latter half of the night, he got up and recorded many things from his previous life to avoid forgetting them later.

Matthew Graves walked over, his expression serious:

"Ding..."

Li Yinghua was in a good mood and chuckled, not getting angry. If it were in the past, Zhang Haijun would have been lectured for a whole night.

Listening to the familiar Shandong dialect, Zhang Yu felt a sense of relief. His voice was soft, but firm as he said:

When you pour all your energy into one thing, it's hard to pay attention to anything else.

For Zhang Yu before his transmigration, this was an almost impossible task, but now...

"Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

"Which school is he at?"

But Matthew still insisted:

The familiar nagging, which used to be annoying, now sounded so pleasant to Zhang Yu's ears that he even felt an urge to shed tears of joy as he answered in detail.

"Ronan, go get some rest. We'll handle the training." Matthew Graves suggested.

The living room was cluttered with junk, and the dining table was covered with various takeout boxes, especially from McDonald's and KFC. Zhang Yu, like his original self, loved fried chicken burgers the most.

Matthew Graves had been responsible for the team's recruitment for many years. He recalled for a moment, his expression turning to disappointment:

He froze for a moment, then frantically searched for his phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, found a number, stared at it for a full minute, then gritted his teeth and pressed call.

The garbage he swept out filled three large plastic bags. He struggled to carry them downstairs to throw away.

He had stayed up all night thinking about many things, and in the latter half of the night, he got up and recorded many things from his previous life to avoid forgetting them later.

Zhang Yu surveyed the entire apartment, feeling a sense of emotion.

"As far as I know, Charlotte Christian High School doesn't have any graduating genius players this year."

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