Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Griffin had no choice but to be extra careful, keeping his hands down as much as possible. One more foul and he would be thrown out... The shooting window vanished in an instant, but for Curry, it was already enough. He gathered the ball with both hands, looked up at the basket, and feinted a shot. There was no need to think about it—his draft stock had already been poor, and after Curry toyed with him so easily and exposed his awful defense, he suspected he might even fall out of the lottery. Gradually, every time Curry scored over Griffin, a surge of anger rose in him, and his eyes slowly turned red. Once was one thing, but doing this every time—what the hell was that supposed to mean? But he had not expected Curry to stop treating him like a human being and pull up for a three right in his face, completely disregarding him! Fuck! The whistle sounded as they landed—a foul on a three-point attempt! After scoring, Curry skipped back to his own half, raising both hands and making a rallying gesture. Fuck! Once was one thing, but doing this every time—what the hell was that supposed to mean? Griffin, meanwhile, treated him like a major threat, staring intently at his every move with every nerve taut, ready to block his shot at any moment. It was not as though there had never been cases like this before. Every few years, there were always a few rookies with freakish athletic gifts who went overlooked. Curry lowered his center of gravity, his feet constantly crossing as he dribbled between his legs. He gave Curry a provocative look—See that? This is what a real man does. Watch out, or I'll dunk right over you! Point guards no longer focused