I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 7: Are You Polite?

"Is this Butler University? It looks decent, but the campus is too small. It seems ten times smaller than VT." Sonya looked at the university campus, which covered only 290 acres and had a tranquil and elegant environment, with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Haha..." Julian Beck let out a light laugh. Seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly shut his mouth.

The Bulldogs had recently changed head coaches, and the outside world was not yet aware of the specific situation. Dale had only learned the head coach's name by asking the person who received him on the way.

As the three entered the school, the coordinator from Butler University's basketball operations department was already waiting at the entrance. They stepped forward, leading the Curry family through the quiet campus to Hinkle Fieldhouse, which stood on the east side of the school.

Curry naturally had no objections. He went to the sidelines, changed his clothes, and prepared for the physical test.

As the three entered the school, the coordinator from Butler University's basketball operations department was already waiting at the entrance. They stepped forward, leading the Curry family through the quiet campus to Hinkle Fieldhouse, which stood on the east side of the school.

"But I never thought that only the body is talent. In my opinion, shooting touch, hand-eye coordination, reaction speed, basketball IQ... these are all talents! And you, you are the most talented shooter I have ever seen," Zhang Yu's voice was low and firm, but then he changed his tone, "But unfortunately, my assistant coach doesn't think so. He stubbornly believes that you will have a hard time establishing yourself in the NCAA."

"Butler University only has over 4,400 students, which is incomparable to VT, of course, but it is willing to give Stephen a chance," Dale said.

In 2006, basketball was still traditional basketball. Everyone valued the body, the inside game, and physical confrontation.

"Don't be nervous, Stephen. Butler University is not a famous basketball school, so they won't have overly harsh requirements. You'll be fine," Dale said.

"Stephen, relax. Just call me Ronan. I'm only 23, not much older than you," Zhang Yu said.

"But I never thought that only the body is talent. In my opinion, shooting touch, hand-eye coordination, reaction speed, basketball IQ... these are all talents! And you, you are the most talented shooter I have ever seen," Zhang Yu's voice was low and firm, but then he changed his tone, "But unfortunately, my assistant coach doesn't think so. He stubbornly believes that you will have a hard time establishing yourself in the NCAA."

"Hello, Mr. Curry. I'm glad you're here for the tryout, but I have to say, I'm Brad Stevens, the assistant coach of the Bulldogs. This is our head coach, Ronan."

Zhang Yu turned his head and continued:

As the group entered the fieldhouse, players were training, with several coaches providing guidance on the sidelines.

Matthew Graves nudged Zhang Yu with his elbow and reminded him in a low voice:

Curry stood at the back, looking at the school in front of him nervously. He clenched his fingers, then released them, then clenched them again, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

But Dale couldn't find a reason for Stevens to tease him. He calmed his surprised emotions and said awkwardly, "What? Shooting touch is also considered talent? Bullsh..."

Matthew Graves finally considered Zhang Yu's position as head coach and rephrased, "Shooting can be practiced, but height and long arms cannot be practiced!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

"There will definitely be another chance, there will definitely be another chance!"

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

Hearing Curry's youthful voice, Zhang Yu finally broke free from that strange emotion.

Upon learning that Butler University had invited Curry for a tryout, they immediately booked tickets for the first flight the next day, which was today, and came to Indiana.

Hearing Curry's youthful voice, Zhang Yu finally broke free from that strange emotion.

Zhang Yu turned his head and continued, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and said firmly:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

Matthew Graves agreed. He wanted to see how good this baby-faced kid's shooting was to make Ronan so insistent on his ridiculous opinion.

"Don't be nervous, Stephen. Butler University is not a famous basketball school, so they won't have overly harsh requirements. You'll be fine," Dale said.

This young man, who looked only in his early twenties, was the head coach of the Bulldogs?!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

As for shooting... what use was that under high-intensity confrontation?

Curry took a deep breath and said firmly:

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've never seen such a young head coach as you."

"Dad, I will seize this opportunity."

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

He needed to face Curry with the attitude of a head coach.

"Congratulations, Matthew," Zhang Yu said unhurriedly.

"Because I am the head coach, and I want him to play for me," Zhang Yu said very seriously.

Although Butler University was a little-known small school in the United States, it had entered the NCAA Tournament four years ago. It was not without competitiveness and was much stronger than truly obscure schools like Davidson College and Virginia Commonwealth University. It was also Curry's best option at the moment.

"Haha, no problem. This is my wife, Sonya, and this is my son, Stephen... Stephen, come here."

"So, we're going to have a shooting test for you later. Please give it your best shot and show my stubborn assistant coach what a true shooter really is!"

Dale didn't know how to comfort his son. He was a gentle and inarticulate person by nature, so he could only repeat:

Curry took a deep breath, put down his clasped hands, and said, "Coach Ronan, hello. I am Stephen Curry, from Charlotte Christian School. I play shooting guard and specialize in shooting and off-ball movement..."

Curry took a deep breath and put down his clasped hands, saying:

Curry wasn't angry. He was captivated by Zhang Yu's words. No one had ever told him that shooting touch was also a talent!

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

He was no longer an investment analyst. In front of Curry, he wasn't a fan, but the head coach who could decide his future basketball career.

"Ronan!"

"I wouldn't joke about my position as head coach," Zhang Yu said in a low voice. "Stephen Curry is indeed a genius, an unconventional genius."

Curry walked over. He was already a bit nervous, and being stared at by Zhang Yu made him even more so. His hands were clasped together helplessly as he said, "As expected, still not enough talent..." Curry murmured.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu didn't respond. Instead, he kept looking at Curry, his eyes filled with a peculiar mix of excitement and reminiscence, completely oblivious to Dale's words.

Dale felt a little strange. He gave the young man with yellow skin a kind smile, walked towards the white man, extended his hand, and said:

The family had just taken a taxi and spent 25 minutes traveling from Indianapolis International Airport.

"I'm sorry, Coach Ronan. Your age is truly astonishing. I've

"爸爸,我会抓住这个机会的."

"哈哈,没问题,这是我的妻子桑娅,这是我的儿子斯蒂芬...斯蒂芬,过来."

他需要以一个主教练的态度面对库里.

"恭喜你,马修."张瑜不紧不慢地说道.

"因为我是主教练,我想让他为我打球."张瑜很认真的说道.

虽然巴特勒大学在全美也是一所默默无闻的小学校,但四年前进入过NCAA锦标赛,不是毫无竞争力,比起戴维森学院,弗吉尼亚联邦大学这种真正的透明学校要强上太多,也是库里目前最好的选择了.

"哈哈,没问题,这是我的妻子桑娅,这是我的儿子斯蒂芬...斯蒂芬,过来."

"所以,等会我们要对你进行投篮测试,请你拿出最好的水平,让我那固执的助理教练看看,到底什么才是真正的射手!"

戴尔不知道该怎么安慰儿子,他本来就是一个性格温和,不善言辞的人,只能不断重复道:

库里深吸一口气,放下交叉在一起的双手,说道:"罗南教练,你好,我是斯蒂芬库里,来自夏洛特基督徒学校,在场上司职得分后卫,擅长投篮和无球跑动..."

库里深吸一口气,放下交叉在一起的双手,说道:

库里没有生气,他被张瑜的话吸引了,从来没有人对他说过,投篮手感也是天赋!

他向张瑜伸出手,但张瑜却没有回应,而是一直看着库里,目光中是一种混合着激动和回忆的奇特情绪,对戴尔的话浑然不觉.

他不再是那个投资分析师,在库里面前,他不是一个球迷,而是能决定他未来篮球生涯的主教练.

"罗南!"

"我不会拿自己主教练的职位开玩笑的,"张瑜低声说道,"斯蒂芬库里确实是一个天才,另类的天才."

库里走了过来,他本来就有些紧张,被张瑜一直盯着,更紧张了,双手有些不知所措的绞缠在一起,说道:"果然,还是天赋不够吗..."库里喃喃道.

他向张瑜伸出手,但张瑜却没有回应,而是一直看着库里,目光中是一种混合着激动和回忆的奇特情绪,对戴尔的话浑然不觉.

戴尔心中略感奇怪,冲这个黄皮肤的年轻人善意一笑,走向那个白人男子,伸出手去,说道:

他们一家人刚刚乘坐出租车,花了25分钟,从印第安纳波利斯国际机场赶来.

"抱歉,罗南教练,你的年龄实在是太让人惊讶了,我从未见过像你这么年轻的主教练."

"爸爸,我会抓住这个机会的."

"哈哈,没问题,这是我的妻子桑娅,这是我的儿子斯蒂芬...斯蒂芬,过来."

他需要以一个主教练的态度面对库里.

"恭喜你,马修."张瑜不紧不慢地说道.

"因为我是主教练,我想让他为我打球."张瑜很认真的说道.

虽然巴特勒大学在全美也是一所默默无闻的小学校,但四年前进入过NCAA锦标赛,不是毫无竞争力,比起戴维森学院,弗吉尼亚联邦大学这种真正的透明学校要强上太多,也是库里目前最好的选择了.

"哈哈,没问题,这是我的妻子桑娅,这是我的儿子斯蒂芬...斯蒂芬,过来."

"所以,等会我们要对你进行投篮测试,请你拿出最好的水平,让我那固执的助理教练看看,到底什么才是真正的射手!"

戴尔不知道该怎么安慰儿子,他本来就是一个性格温和,不善言辞的人,只能不断重复道:

库里深吸一口气,放下交叉在一起的双手,说道:"罗南教练,你好,我是斯蒂芬库里,来自夏洛特基督徒学校,在场上司职得分后卫,擅长投篮和无球跑动..."

库里深吸一口气,放下交叉在一起的双手,说道:

库里没有生气,他被张瑜的话吸引了,从来没有人对他说过,投篮手感也是天赋!

他向张瑜伸出手,但张瑜却没有回应,而是一直看着库里,目光中是一种混合着激动和回忆的奇特情绪,对戴尔的话浑然不觉.

他不再是那个投资分析师,在库里面前,他不是一个球迷,而是能决定他未来篮球生涯的主教练.

"罗南!"

"我不会拿自己主教练的职位开玩笑的,"张瑜低声说道,"斯蒂芬库里确实是一个天才,另类的天才."

库里走了过来,他本来就有些紧张,被张瑜一直盯着,更紧张了,双手有些不知所措的绞缠在一起,说道:"果然,还是天赋不够吗..."库里喃喃道.

他向张瑜伸出手,但张瑜却没有回应,而是一直看着库里,目光中是一种混合着激动和回忆的奇特情绪,对戴尔的话浑然不觉.

戴尔心中略感奇怪,冲这个