For Whom Do We Fight
Butler trailed into the frontcourt and took the pass. He knew better than anyone that this was where the game would be decided. The Hokies' overall strength was far inferior to that of the Bulldogs. Zhang Yu turned to Sellenberg and gave a cold smile. He pointed in Curry's direction. By the end of the first half, the score stood at 45–29, with the Bulldogs leading the Hokies by a full sixteen points as they entered halftime with a huge advantage. On the sideline, Zhang Yu showed no dissatisfaction with Butler's shot at all. Instead, he gave him a thumbs-up. Although Sellenberg kept changing his offensive tactics in an attempt to break the Bulldogs' defense, the results had been minimal. He could accept losing to Butler University—after all, they were going to lose anyway—but he could not accept losing to Curry. He needed someone who could attack off the dribble and tear through the Bulldogs' defensive system, forcing them to alter their defensive alignment. The ball swished cleanly through the net. Even the Bulldogs fans in the arena froze for a moment before realizing what had happened, and only a scattered few clapped. Unfortunately, the Hokies did not have a player of that caliber. He kicked the ball out to Graves, who caught it and, ignoring Jeff Allen rotating over from the baseline, decisively launched a three! Everyone hesitated and looked at one another before shaking their heads. "Hmm?" Zhang Yu glanced at him. Swish! Jeff Allen, who should have been guarding him, had gone to double-team Curry. With no one in front of him, he could have driven into the paint for an uncontested dunk. Having a player like Curry on the court, someone who could draw most of the opponent's defensive attention, was