I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 8: You Can Do Anything

A surge of emotion rose within Curry. He had been to so many tryouts, and the coaches from those prestigious schools would at most praise him by saying, "Your shooting is very accurate," followed immediately by, "It's a shame you're too skinny."

"Coach Ronan, thank you very much for your recognition of Stephen. The Bulldogs are also an outstanding team... But I have to ask, how do you plan to use Stephen?"

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

After finishing the first spot, Curry ran to the second spot, looking at the basket, and held up his hands to receive the ball. He was breathing heavily, shaking his sore arms.

"Stephen, are you ready?" Zhang Yu asked.

Curry's fiery emotions gradually cooled down. He looked intently at Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

"Yes!" Curry watched the last shot swish through the net, clenched his right fist, and let out a low growl.

Only Zhang Yu showed him recognition. Even in practice, making 96 out of 100 three-pointers from NBA range is extremely difficult, especially for a high school player. This is the level of many famous NBA shooters!

Dell and Sonya walked over. Upon hearing Matthew Graves' words, they showed smiles of relief.

Dell and Sonya walked over. Upon hearing Matthew Graves' words, they showed smiles of relief.

Zhang Yu's expression turned serious, and he slowly said:

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem particularly happy. Instead, he frowned slightly. "Stephen, remember, you can do anything!"

These words were like a spark, igniting the resentment Curry had accumulated from repeated rejections over the past month. He felt a slight warmth spread through his body, his blood seeming to boil.

Even in practice, making 96 out of 100 three-pointers from NBA range is extremely difficult, especially for a high school player. This is the level of many famous NBA shooters!

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

Zhang Yu had clearly thought about this beforehand and said without hesitation:

A surge of emotion rose within Curry. He had been to so many tryouts, and the coaches from those prestigious schools would at most praise him by saying, "Your shooting is very accurate," followed immediately by, "It's a shame you're too skinny."

Curry's anxious heart finally relaxed. The dark clouds that had been hanging over him for so long had finally dispersed. God was no longer testing his devout follower. He even felt the urge to shed tears of joy.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said:

Over the past month, he had encountered too many setbacks. Coach K had even pronounced his death sentence, stating bluntly that he couldn't play in the NCAA. Yet, Zhang Yu actually said he would be the absolute core of the team!

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said:

At this moment, his expression was blank, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The nervousness and immaturity from when he first arrived had vanished without a trace, replaced by strong confidence and unwavering determination.

Curry's fiery emotions gradually cooled down. He looked intently at Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

"Stephen, you did it. You will definitely become a super shooter!" Zhang Yu let out a hearty laugh. Ignoring his sweat, he hugged Curry tightly. After letting go, he looked at his assistant coach, "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Matthew Graves finally spoke, full of admiration:

Perhaps due to a slight lack of arm strength, his shot had a slight push-shot element. It was fluid and continuous. The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air and swished through the net. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves, standing under the basket, didn't even move as the ball landed back in his hands.

"Coach Ronan, I've always been a shooting guard," Curry reminded him.

And with Curry's big heart and Zhang Yu's top-tier "chicken soup for the soul," Curry created a miracle!

"Stephen, remember, you can do anything!" Zhang Yu's expression turned serious, and he slowly said:

"Yes!" Curry watched the last shot swish through the net, clenched his right fist, and let out a low growl.

"Wait a moment!" Matthew Graves interjected, confused. "You're still some distance from the three-point line. You can step forward another step."

"Stephen, are you ready?" Zhang Yu asked.

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do! However, after Curry made another 23 three-pointers in a row, only missing the fourth, Matthew's thought was dispelled.

"Stephen, remember, you can do anything!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in Curry's heart.

These words were like a spark, igniting the resentment Curry had accumulated from repeated rejections over the past month. He felt a slight warmth spread through his body, his blood seeming to boil.

At this moment, his expression was blank, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The nervousness and immaturity from when he first arrived had vanished without a trace, replaced by strong confidence and unwavering determination.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem particularly happy. Instead, he frowned slightly. "Stephen, you did it. You will definitely become a super shooter!" Zhang Yu let out a hearty laugh. Ignoring his sweat, he hugged Curry tightly. After letting go, he looked at his assistant coach, "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

"Coach Ronan, are you saying the Bulldogs will play around Curry?"

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry received it without any adjustment. As he looked up, his hand also came up. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already released, spinning violently in the air. As it descended, the net merely swayed elegantly and slightly. It was another swish!

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the tryouts he had experienced, this treatment was practically luxurious.

Sonya's eyes were full of anticipation. He only hoped his son would receive a full scholarship and recognition. As for Curry's role on the team, he had full confidence in Curry, believing he could earn his place step by step through his skills.

Next, Curry made 20 consecutive three-pointers with pinpoint accuracy. Matthew Graves, who was picking up the balls under the basket, barely moved. He and Zhang Yu were like two machines: one responsible for catching the falling balls and passing them to Zhang Yu, the other responsible for catching the passed balls and passing them to Curry. No movement or thought was required.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in Curry's heart.

"Coach Ronan, are you saying the Bulldogs will play around Curry?"

After this small interlude, the test officially began. Curry needed to shoot 20 three-pointers consecutively from the left corner, then move to the left 45-degree angle, the top of the arc, the right 45-degree angle, and the right corner, shooting 20 three-pointers from each spot, for a total of 100 three-pointers.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said: "Stephen, are you ready?" Zhang Yu asked.

After finishing the first spot, Curry ran to the second spot, looking at the basket, and held up his hands to receive the ball.

Finally, Curry missed his first three-pointer. This was his 13th shot from the top of the arc. He then missed two more in a row, making Matthew breathe a sigh of relief.

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the tryouts he had experienced, this treatment was practically luxurious.

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Wait a moment!" Matthew Graves interjected, confused. "You're still some distance from the three-point line. You can step forward another step."

Only Zhang Yu showed him recognition.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said: "He has always practiced shooting from NBA three-point range." Dell explained.

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the tryouts he had experienced, this treatment was practically luxurious.

"Coach Ronan, thank you very much for your recognition of Stephen. The Bulldogs are also an outstanding team... But I have to ask, how do you plan to use Stephen?"

Perhaps due to a slight lack of arm strength, his shot had a slight push-shot element. It was fluid and continuous. The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air and swished through the net. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves, standing under the basket, didn't even move as the ball landed back in his hands.

"Stephen, remember, you can do anything!"

"?" Matthew was full of questions.

"Furthermore, I've watched many game tapes of you, and you often make imaginative passes. I believe you will be an excellent playmaker. Imagine this, Stephen: when you become a playmaker with a terrifying three-point threat and the ability to drive to the basket, opponents will be unable to defend you!"

Curry went to the left corner and raised his hand to signal. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. After receiving it, Curry glanced at the basket and immediately shot a three-pointer.

Was a high school student shooting three-pointers from this distance? Many famous NCAA shooters only started training for NBA-range threes after being drafted.

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

These words would determine whether he would begin his future basketball career at Butler University.

Zhang Yu spoke eloquently, his eyes shining brighter and brighter, as if that beautiful scene had already appeared before him.

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

But Curry didn't agree immediately. He needed to wait for his father's decision.

Curry felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and looked at Zhang Yu for help.

But Curry then made another 23 three-pointers in a row, only missing the fourth, dispelling Matthew's thought.

He suddenly started to believe Zhang Yu's words.

Curry's anxious heart finally relaxed. The dark clouds that had been hanging over him for so long had finally dispersed. God was no longer testing his devout follower. He even felt the urge to shed tears of joy.

"Perhaps he was just performing exceptionally well just now..."

After finishing the first spot, Curry ran to the second spot, looking at the basket, and held up his hands to receive the ball.

"Yes!" Curry watched the last shot swish through the net, clenched his right fist, and let out a low growl.

In this state, the player seems to enter a dream. Everything in front of them slows down, and they can shoot at will. The basket appears as vast as the ocean.

After this small interlude, the test officially began. Curry needed to shoot 20 three-pointers consecutively from the left corner, then move to the left 45-degree angle, the top of the arc, the right 45-degree angle, and the right corner, shooting 20 three-pointers from each spot, for a total of 100 three-pointers.

Finally, Curry missed his first three-pointer. This was his 13th shot from the top of the arc. He then missed two more in a row, making Matthew breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said: "Stephen, you did it. You will definitely become a super shooter!" Zhang Yu let out a hearty laugh. Ignoring his sweat, he hugged Curry tightly. After letting go, he looked at his assistant coach, "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Stephen, remember, you can do anything!"

"Perhaps he was just performing exceptionally well just now..."

Curry went to the left corner and raised his hand to signal. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. After receiving it, Curry glanced at the basket and immediately shot a three-pointer.

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

But Curry then made another 23 three-pointers in a row, only missing the fourth, dispelling Matthew's thought.

They knew their son wouldn't be rejected this time.

Perhaps due to a slight lack of arm strength, his shot had a slight push-shot element. It was fluid and continuous. The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air and swished through the net. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves, standing under the basket, didn't even move as the ball landed back in his hands.

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

These words were like a spark, igniting the resentment Curry had accumulated from repeated rejections over the past month. He felt a slight warmth spread through his body, his blood seeming to boil.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem particularly happy. Instead, he frowned slightly.

He was breathing heavily, shaking his sore arms.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry received it without any adjustment. As he looked up, his hand also came up. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already released, spinning violently in the air. As it descended, the net merely swayed elegantly and slightly. It was another swish!

Matthew Graves caught the ball that fell straight down and walked over silently, looking Curry up and down without saying a word.

Curry went to the left corner and raised his hand to signal. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. After receiving it, Curry glanced at the basket and immediately shot a three-pointer.

Matthew Graves caught the ball that fell straight down and walked over silently, looking Curry up and down without saying a word.

Swish!

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said:

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the tryouts he had experienced, this treatment was practically luxurious.

"Coach Ronan, are you saying the Bulldogs will play around Curry?"

"Stephen will be the absolute core of the Bulldogs." Zhang Yu said calmly.

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Stephen, I officially invite you to join the Butler University Bulldogs. The team will provide you with a full scholarship, and you will be a starting player for the Bulldogs. Are you willing to join the Bulldogs?"

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

After finishing the first spot, Curry ran to the second spot, looking at the basket, and held up his hands to receive the ball.

Zhang Yu's expression turned serious, and he slowly said:

Everyone's eyes turned to the young head coach. Dell didn't want Zhang Yu to use Curry solely as a shooter. Although Curry's greatest advantage was his shooting, his goal was the NBA, and shooters faced significant disadvantages when entering the draft.

"That's right," Zhang Yu affirmed. "Let me reiterate, Stephen is a genius. He has amazing creativity and talent. I plan to have him play point guard, giving him unlimited shooting authority on the court and letting him play at his own pace."

"But you should understand that if you continue to play shooting guard, your height will become a huge obstacle to your future development. However, if you play point guard, you can leverage your speed and agility. Curry's anxious heart finally relaxed. The dark clouds that had been hanging over him for so long had finally dispersed. God was no longer testing his devout follower. He even felt the urge to shed tears of joy.

At this moment, his expression was blank, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The nervousness and immaturity from when he first arrived had vanished without a trace, replaced by strong confidence and unwavering determination.

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell and Sonya walked over. Upon hearing Matthew Graves' words, they showed smiles of relief.

"Yes!" Curry watched the last shot swish through the net, clenched his right fist, and let out a low growl.

They knew their son wouldn't be rejected this time.

Only Zhang Yu showed him recognition.

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

Curry felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and looked at Zhang Yu for help.

Curry's fiery emotions gradually cooled down. He looked intently at Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

These words were like a spark, igniting the resentment Curry had accumulated from repeated rejections over the past month. He felt a slight warmth spread through his body, his blood seeming to boil.

At this moment, his expression was blank, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The nervousness and immaturity from when he first arrived had vanished without a trace, replaced by strong confidence and unwavering determination.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem particularly happy. Instead, he frowned slightly. "Stephen, you did it. You will definitely become a super shooter!" Zhang Yu let out a hearty laugh. Ignoring his sweat, he hugged Curry tightly. After letting go, he looked at his assistant coach, "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

"Coach Ronan, are you saying the Bulldogs will play around Curry?"

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry received it without any adjustment. As he looked up, his hand also came up. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already released, spinning violently in the air. As it descended, the net merely swayed elegantly and slightly. It was another swish!

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Wait a moment!" Matthew Graves interjected, confused. "You're still some distance from the three-point line. You can step forward another step."

Only Zhang Yu showed him recognition.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said: "He has always practiced shooting from NBA three-point range." Dell explained.

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the tryouts he had experienced, this treatment was practically luxurious.

"Coach Ronan, thank you very much for your recognition of Stephen. The Bulldogs are also an outstanding team... But I have to ask, how do you plan to use Stephen?"

Perhaps due to a slight lack of arm strength, his shot had a slight push-shot element. It was fluid and continuous. The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air and swished through the net. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves, standing under the basket, didn't even move as the ball landed back in his hands.

"Stephen, remember, you can do anything!"

"?" Matthew was full of questions.

"Furthermore, I've watched many game tapes of you, and you often make imaginative passes. I believe you will be an excellent playmaker. Imagine this, Stephen: when you become a playmaker with a terrifying three-point threat and the ability to drive to the basket, opponents will be unable to defend you!"

Curry went to the left corner and raised his hand to signal. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. After receiving it, Curry glanced at the basket and immediately shot a three-pointer.

Was a high school student shooting three-pointers from this distance? Many famous NCAA shooters only started training for NBA-range threes after being drafted.

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

These words would determine whether he would begin his future basketball career at Butler University.

Zhang Yu spoke eloquently, his eyes shining brighter and brighter, as if that beautiful scene had already appeared before him.

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

But Curry didn't agree immediately. He needed to wait for his father's decision.

Curry felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and looked at Zhang Yu for help.

But Curry then made another 23 three-pointers in a row, only missing the fourth, dispelling Matthew's thought.

He suddenly started to believe Zhang Yu's words.

Curry's anxious heart finally relaxed. The dark clouds that had been hanging over him for so long had finally dispersed. God was no longer testing his devout follower. He even felt the urge to shed tears of joy.

"Perhaps he was just performing exceptionally well just now..."

After finishing the first spot, Curry ran to the second spot, looking at the basket, and held up his hands to receive the ball.

"Yes!" Curry watched the last shot swish through the net, clenched his right fist, and let out a low growl.

In this state, the player seems to enter a dream. Everything in front of them slows down, and they can shoot at will. The basket appears as vast as the ocean.

After this small interlude, the test officially began. Curry needed to shoot 20 three-pointers consecutively from the left corner, then move to the left 45-degree angle, the top of the arc, the right 45-degree angle, and the right corner, shooting 20 three-pointers from each spot, for a total of 100 three-pointers.

Finally, Curry missed his first three-pointer. This was his 13th shot from the top of the arc. He then missed two more in a row, making Matthew breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said: "Stephen, you did it. You will definitely become a super shooter!" Zhang Yu let out a hearty laugh. Ignoring his sweat, he hugged Curry tightly. After letting go, he looked at his assistant coach, "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Stephen, remember, you can do anything!"

"Perhaps he was just performing exceptionally well just now..."

Curry went to the left corner and raised his hand to signal. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. After receiving it, Curry glanced at the basket and immediately shot a three-pointer.

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

Matthew stared blankly as Curry shot one three-pointer after another. That baby face looked so incongruous. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

But Curry then made another 23 three-pointers in a row, only missing the fourth, dispelling Matthew's thought.

They knew their son wouldn't be rejected this time.

Perhaps due to a slight lack of arm strength, his shot had a slight push-shot element. It was fluid and continuous. The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air and swished through the net. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves, standing under the basket, didn't even move as the ball landed back in his hands.

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

These words were like a spark, igniting the resentment Curry had accumulated from repeated rejections over the past month. He felt a slight warmth spread through his body, his blood seeming to boil.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem particularly happy. Instead, he frowned slightly.

He was breathing heavily, shaking his sore arms.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry received it without any adjustment. As he looked up, his hand also came up. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already released, spinning violently in the air. As it descended, the net merely swayed elegantly and slightly. It was another swish!

Matthew Graves caught the ball that fell straight down and walked over silently, looking Curry up and down without saying a word.

Curry went to the left corner and raised his hand to signal. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. After receiving it, Curry glanced at the basket and immediately shot a three-pointer.

Matthew Graves caught the ball that fell straight down and walked over silently, looking Curry up and down without saying a word.

Swish!

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said:

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the tryouts he had experienced, this treatment was practically luxurious.

"Coach Ronan, are you saying the Bulldogs will play around Curry?"

"Stephen will be the absolute core of the Bulldogs." Zhang Yu said calmly.

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Stephen, I officially invite you to join the Butler University Bulldogs. The team will provide you with a full scholarship, and you will be a starting player for the Bulldogs. Are you willing to join the Bulldogs?"

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

After finishing the first spot, Curry ran to the second spot, looking at the basket, and held up his hands to receive the ball.

Zhang Yu's expression turned serious, and he slowly said:

Everyone's eyes turned to the young head coach. Dell didn't want Zhang Yu to use Curry solely as a shooter. Although Curry's greatest advantage was his shooting, his goal was the NBA, and shooters faced significant disadvantages when entering the draft.

"That's right," Zhang Yu affirmed. "Let me reiterate, Stephen is a genius. He has amazing creativity and talent. I plan to have him play point guard, giving him unlimited shooting authority on the court and letting him play at his own pace."

"But you should understand that if you continue to play shooting guard, your height will become a huge obstacle to your future development. However, if you play point guard, you can leverage your speed and agility. Curry's anxious heart finally relaxed. The dark clouds that had been hanging over him for so long had finally dispersed. God was no longer testing his devout follower. He even felt the urge to shed tears of joy.

At this moment, his expression was blank, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The nervousness and immaturity from when he first arrived had vanished without a trace, replaced by strong confidence and unwavering determination.

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell and Sonya walked over. Upon hearing Matthew Graves' words, they showed smiles of relief.

"Yes!" Curry watched the last shot swish through the net, clenched his right fist, and let out a low growl.

They knew their son wouldn't be rejected this time.

Only Zhang Yu showed him recognition.

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

Dell watched Curry shoot, as if seeing the ghosts of the superstars he had guarded in the past. He knew Curry had entered a special state.

Curry felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and looked at Zhang Yu for help.

Curry's fiery emotions gradually cooled down. He looked intently at Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

"At that time, all the big guys over 2.05 meters tall will become clumsy wooden stakes in front of you. You can destroy the opposing center through pick-and-rolls, your three-pointers will become the opponent's nightmare. With just a raise of your hand, your defender will jump up in terror, leaving you a clear path to the basket. And when you agilely enter the paint, the opponents will have to leave their man to double-team you, allowing you to make a spectacular no-look pass for your teammate to dunk an open layup!"

These words were like a spark, igniting the resentment Curry had accumulated from repeated rejections over the past month. He felt a slight warmth spread through his body, his blood seeming to boil.

At this moment, his expression was blank, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The nervousness and immaturity from when he first arrived had vanished without a trace, replaced by strong confidence and unwavering determination.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem particularly happy. Instead, he frowned slightly. "Stephen, you did it. You will definitely become a super shooter!" Zhang Yu let out a hearty laugh. Ignoring his sweat, he hugged Curry tightly. After letting go, he looked at his assistant coach, "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body was burning. The basket seemed as vast as the ocean in his eyes.

"Coach Ronan, are you saying the Bulldogs will play around Curry?"

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry received it without any adjustment. As he looked up, his hand also came up. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already released, spinning violently in the air. As it descended, the net merely swayed elegantly and slightly. It was another swish!

"Coach Ronan, I will definitely do my best!" Curry's eyes were firm. He had to seize this last opportunity!

And then, Curry's shooting speed even increased. By the time he finished the 100th shot, he hadn't missed again.

Matthew Graves' serious expression had vanished. His attention was entirely focused on Curry's shooting, and his expression became increasingly incredulous.

"Wait a moment!" Matthew Graves interjected, confused. "You're still some distance from the three-point line. You can step forward another step."

Only Zhang Yu showed him recognition.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and slowly said: "He has always practiced shooting from NBA three-point range." Dell explained.

After that, Curry stretched his limbs slightly. Matthew came to the basket to pick up the balls, and Zhang Yu personally passed them to him. In all the