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

Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter Eight: Curry, You Can Do Anything

Curry felt a surge of emotion well up inside him. He'd been through so many tryouts, and the most the coaches at those prestigious schools had said was, "You're a great shooter." Then they'd follow it up with, "It's a shame you're so skinny."

"Coach Ronan, thank you so much for recognizing Stephen. The Bulldogs are an excellent team, but I have to ask: how do you plan to use him?"

"Once you're on the court, every big man over 6'9" will look like a clumsy wooden post in front of you. You can destroy opposing centers with the pick-and-roll, and your threes will become your opponents' nightmare. The moment you raise your hand, your defender will jump in a panic, opening up a clear path for you to drive. When you glide into the paint, the defense will have no choice but to leave their man and help. Then you can whip a gorgeous behind-the-back pass to give your teammate an open dunk!"

After finishing at the first spot, Curry ran to the second, looked at the basket, and raised his hand for the ball. Breathing hard, he shook out his sore arm.

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

Curry's excitement gradually cooled. He focused on Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

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

Only Zhang Yu had shown faith in him.

Even in practice, making 96 out of 100 shots from the NBA three-point line was incredibly difficult, especially for a high school player. That was the kind of shooting you'd expect from many well-known NBA marksmen!

Dell and Sonya walked over. When they heard Matthew Graves's words, they smiled with relief.

Dell and Sonya walked over. When they heard Matthew Graves's words, they smiled with relief.

Zhang Yu's expression turned serious. He spoke slowly:

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, who didn't seem especially happy. Instead, his brow furrowed. "Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

Those words were like a spark, igniting the anger that had built up inside Curry over a month of repeated rejections. He felt heat spread through his body, and his blood seemed to boil.

Even in practice, making 96 out of 100 shots from the NBA three-point line was incredibly difficult, especially for a high school player. That was the kind of shooting you'd expect from many well-known NBA marksmen!

"Coach Ronan, I'll give it everything I've got!" Curry's gaze was firm. He was determined to seize this final opportunity!

"Once you're on the court, every big man over 6'9" will look like a clumsy wooden post in front of you. You can destroy opposing centers with the pick-and-roll, and your threes will become your opponents' nightmare. The moment you raise your hand, your defender will jump in a panic, opening up a clear path for you to drive. When you glide into the paint, the defense will have no choice but to leave their man and help. Then you can whip a gorgeous behind-the-back pass to give your teammate an open dunk!"

Zhang Yu had clearly thought it through. He answered without hesitation:

Curry felt his anxious heart finally settle. The clouds that had hung over him vanished in an instant. At last, God had stopped making things difficult for His faithful servant. He even felt like crying.

The stern look had disappeared from Matthew Graves's face. His full attention was fixed on Curry's shooting, and his expression grew more and more incredulous.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

At that moment, Curry's face was expressionless, a sharp glint in his eyes. The nervousness and awkwardness he'd shown when he first arrived had vanished, replaced by tremendous confidence and unwavering resolve.

Curry's excitement gradually cooled. He focused on Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

"Stephen, you did it. You're going to become a phenomenal shooter!" Zhang Yu laughed with delight. Ignoring the sweat on Curry's clothes, he gave him a firm hug. Then he let go and turned to his assistant coach. "Matthew, do you still think Stephen can't play in the NCAA?"

Matthew Graves finally spoke, full of admiration:

Perhaps his arm strength was a little lacking, because his motion had a slight push-shot quality to it, but it was smooth and fluid. The ball traced a perfect arc through the air and dropped cleanly through the hoop. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves stood beneath the basket without moving, and the ball fell right into his hands.

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

With Curry's nerves of steel and Zhang Yu's top-tier motivational speech, Curry had pulled off a miracle!

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

Zhang Yu's expression turned serious. He spoke slowly: "Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

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

"Wait!" Matthew Graves said, puzzled. "You're standing quite a bit behind the three-point line. You can move up a step."

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

Matthew stared blankly as Curry sank three-pointer after three-pointer. His baby face looked completely out of place. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it rang through Curry's heart like thunder.

Those words were like a spark, igniting the anger that had built up inside Curry over a month of repeated rejections. He felt heat spread through his body, and his blood seemed to boil.

At that moment, Curry's face was expressionless, a sharp glint in his eyes. The nervousness and awkwardness he'd shown when he first arrived had vanished, replaced by tremendous confidence and unwavering resolve.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, whose brow was furrowed rather than lifted in delight. "Stephen, you did it. You're going to become a phenomenal shooter!" Zhang Yu laughed with delight. Ignoring the sweat on Curry's clothes, he gave him a firm hug. Then he let go and turned to 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 were on fire, and the hoop looked as vast as the ocean.

"Coach Ronan, do you mean the Bulldogs will build their offense around Curry?"

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

"Coach Ronan, I'll give it everything I've got!" Curry's gaze was firm. He was determined to seize this final opportunity!

Then Curry loosened up his arms and legs. Matthew went under the basket to collect the balls, while Zhang Yu passed to Curry himself. Compared to the other tryouts Curry had been through, the treatment was luxurious.

Sonya's eyes brimmed with hope. She only wanted her son to earn a full scholarship and be recognized. As for Curry's role on the team, she had complete confidence in him and believed he could earn his place through his talent.

Next, Curry sank 20 straight threes. Matthew Graves barely moved as he picked up the balls beneath the basket. He and Zhang Yu worked like machines: one caught the falling ball and passed it to Zhang Yu; the other caught Zhang Yu's pass and sent it to Curry. Neither had to move or think.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it rang through Curry's heart like thunder.

"Coach Ronan, do you mean the Bulldogs will build their offense around Curry?"

After that brief interruption, the test began. Curry had to start in the left corner and shoot 20 threes in a row, then move to the left wing, the top of the arc, the right wing, and the right corner, taking 20 shots from each spot for a total of 100.

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

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

Curry's heart was pounding. He'd been through so many tryouts, and the most the coaches at those prestigious schools had said was, "You're a great shooter." Then they'd follow it up with, "It's a shame you're so skinny."

Matthew Graves's stern expression had disappeared. His attention was fixed entirely on Curry's shooting, and his expression grew more and more incredulous.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

Curry's anxious heart finally settled. The clouds that had hung over him vanished in an instant. At last, God had stopped making things difficult for His faithful servant. He even felt like crying.

At that moment, Curry's face was expressionless, a sharp glint in his eyes. The nervousness and awkwardness he'd shown when he first arrived had vanished, replaced by tremendous confidence and unwavering resolve.

Dell watched Curry shoot. He seemed to see the shadows of all the superstars he'd once faced, and he knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell watched Curry shoot. He seemed to see the shadows of all the superstars he'd once faced, and he knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell and Sonya walked over. When they heard Matthew Graves's words, they smiled with relief.

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

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

Only Zhang Yu had shown faith in him.

"Once you're on the court, every big man over 6'9" will look like a clumsy wooden post in front of you. You can destroy opposing centers with the pick-and-roll, and your threes will become your opponents' nightmare. The moment you raise your hand, your defender will jump in a panic, opening up a clear path for you to drive. When you glide into the paint, the defense will have no choice but to leave their man and help. Then you can whip a gorgeous behind-the-back pass to give your teammate an open dunk!"

Dell watched Curry shoot. He seemed to see the shadows of all the superstars he'd once faced, and he knew Curry had entered a special state.

Curry felt a little unnerved by Matthew's stare and looked to Zhang Yu for help.

Curry's excitement gradually cooled. He focused on Zhang Yu, waiting for his answer.

"Once you're on the court, every big man over 6'9" will look like a clumsy wooden post in front of you. You can destroy opposing centers with the pick-and-roll, and your threes will become your opponents' nightmare. The moment you raise your hand, your defender will jump in a panic, opening up a clear path for you to drive. When you glide into the paint, the defense will have no choice but to leave their man and help. Then you can whip a gorgeous behind-the-back pass to give your teammate an open dunk!"

Those words were like a spark, igniting the anger that had built up inside Curry over a month of repeated rejections. He felt heat spread through his body, and his blood seemed to boil.

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body were on fire, and the hoop looked as vast as the ocean.

In that state, a player seemed to sink into a dream. Everything before him slowed down, and he could shoot however he pleased. The hoop looked as wide as the ocean.

Matthew Graves's stern expression had disappeared. His attention was fixed entirely on Curry's shooting, and his expression grew more and more incredulous.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

Curry was unquestionably in that state. From the left wing, he remained perfect, making all 20 shots. So far, he was 40 for 40. A few shots had bounced off the rim and gone in, but the rest had all been nothing but net!

Swish!

Sonya's eyes brimmed with hope. She only wanted her son to earn a full scholarship and be recognized. As for Curry's role on the team, she had complete confidence in him and believed he could earn his place through his talent.

In that state, a player seemed to sink into a dream. Everything before him slowed down, and he could shoot however he pleased. The hoop looked as wide as the ocean.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

Matthew stared blankly as Curry sank three-pointer after three-pointer. His baby face looked completely out of place. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

"Stephen, your release, range, and consistency are the best I've seen from any high school player. You're even better than most NCAA players. I don't believe shooting is a talent, but I have to admit, you can absolutely play in the NCAA!"

Curry's anxious heart finally settled. The clouds that had hung over him vanished in an instant. At last, God had stopped making things difficult for His faithful servant. He even felt like crying.

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

"Stephen, the Bulldogs will build their team around you." Zhang Yu spoke calmly.

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

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

His voice wasn't loud, yet it rang through Curry's heart like thunder.

With Curry's nerves of steel and Zhang Yu's top-tier motivational speech, Curry had pulled off a miracle!

At that moment, Curry's face was expressionless, a sharp glint in his eyes. The nervousness and awkwardness he'd shown when he first arrived had vanished, replaced by tremendous confidence and unwavering resolve.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, whose brow was furrowed rather than lifted in delight. "Once you're on the court, every big man over 6'9" will look like a clumsy wooden post in front of you. You can destroy opposing centers with the pick-and-roll, and your threes will become your opponents' nightmare. The moment you raise your hand, your defender will jump in a panic, opening up a clear path for you to drive. When you glide into the paint, the defense will have no choice but to leave their man and help. Then you can whip a gorgeous behind-the-back pass to give your teammate an open dunk!"

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe he just got lucky before..."

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

After that brief interruption, the test began. Curry had to start in the left corner and shoot 20 threes in a row, then move to the left wing, the top of the arc, the right wing, and the right corner, taking 20 shots from each spot for a total of 100.

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

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

Perhaps his arm strength was a little lacking, because his motion had a slight push-shot quality to it, but it was smooth and fluid. The ball traced a perfect arc through the air and dropped cleanly through the hoop. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves stood beneath the basket without moving, and the ball fell right into his hands.

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

Those words were like a spark, igniting the anger that had built up inside Curry over a month of repeated rejections. He felt heat spread through his body, and his blood seemed to boil.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, whose brow was furrowed rather than lifted in delight. ""

He shook out his sore arm, breathing hard.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

Matthew Graves caught the ball as it dropped straight down, then walked over in silence and looked Curry up and down without a word.

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

Matthew Graves caught the ball as it dropped straight down, then walked over in silence and looked Curry up and down without a word.

Swish!

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

Next, Curry sank 20 straight threes. Matthew Graves barely moved as he picked up the balls beneath the basket. He and Zhang Yu worked like machines: one caught the falling ball and passed it to Zhang Yu; the other caught Zhang Yu's pass and sent it to Curry. Neither had to move or think.

"Stephen, I formally invite you to join the Butler University Bulldogs. The team will offer you a full scholarship, and you'll be a starter. Would you like to join the Bulldogs?"

"Coach Ronan, do you mean the Bulldogs will build their offense around Curry?"

"Stephen will be the Bulldogs' undisputed centerpiece," Zhang Yu said calmly.

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body were on fire, and the hoop looked as vast as the ocean.

Matthew Graves's stern expression had disappeared. His attention was fixed entirely on Curry's shooting, and his expression grew more and more incredulous.

"Coach Ronan, I'll give it everything I've got!" Curry's gaze was firm. He was determined to seize this final opportunity!

After finishing at the first spot, Curry ran to the second, looked at the basket, and raised his hand for the ball. He was breathing hard, his arm sore from the effort.

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

After finishing at the first spot, Curry ran to the second, looked at the basket, and raised his hand for the ball.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

Zhang Yu had clearly thought it through. He answered without hesitation: "Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

"Maybe he just got lucky before..."

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

Perhaps his arm strength was a little lacking, because his motion had a slight push-shot quality to it, but it was smooth and fluid. The ball traced a perfect arc through the air and dropped cleanly through the hoop. The net barely trembled. Matthew Graves stood beneath the basket without moving, and the ball fell right into his hands.

"Coach Ronan, I'll give it everything I've got!" Curry's gaze was firm. He was determined to seize this final opportunity!

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

Those words were like a spark, igniting the anger that had built up inside Curry over a month of repeated rejections. He felt heat spread through his body, and his blood seemed to boil.

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, whose brow was furrowed rather than lifted in delight: He was breathing hard, shaking out his sore arm.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

Matthew Graves caught the ball as it dropped straight down, then walked over in silence and looked Curry up and down without a word.

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

Matthew Graves caught the ball as it dropped straight down, then walked over in silence and looked Curry up and down without a word.

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

Next, Curry sank 20 straight threes. Matthew Graves barely moved as he picked up the balls beneath the basket. He and Zhang Yu worked like machines: one caught the falling ball and passed it to Zhang Yu; the other caught Zhang Yu's pass and sent it to Curry. Neither had to move or think.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

With Curry's nerves of steel and Zhang Yu's top-tier motivational speech, Curry had pulled off a miracle!

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

Curry's anxious heart finally settled. The clouds that had hung over him vanished in an instant. At last, God had stopped making things difficult for His faithful servant. He even felt like crying.

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

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

"Stephen, your release, range, and consistency are the best I've seen from any high school player. You're even better than most NCAA players. I don't believe shooting is a talent, but I have to admit, you can absolutely play in the NCAA!"

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

"Coach Ronan, do you mean the Bulldogs will build their offense around Curry?"

The people around them all turned to the young head coach. Dell didn't want Zhang Yu to use Curry as nothing more than a shooter. Curry's greatest strength was his shooting, but Dell's goal was the NBA, and shooters were at a disadvantage when it came to the draft.

"He's always practiced using the NBA three-point line as his standard," Dell explained.

He was beginning to believe Zhang Yu's words.

Swish!

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

After that, Curry loosened up his arms and legs. Matthew went under the basket to collect the balls, while Zhang Yu passed to Curry himself. Compared to the other tryouts Curry had been through, the treatment was luxurious.

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

This month, he'd suffered too many setbacks. Coach K had practically pronounced him dead, telling him outright that he couldn't play in the NCAA. Yet Zhang Yu had said he'd be the team's undisputed centerpiece!

Curry felt a little unnerved by Matthew's stare and looked to Zhang Yu for help.

Curry was unquestionably in that state. From the left wing, he remained perfect, making all 20 shots. So far, he was 40 for 40. A few shots had bounced off the rim and gone in, but the rest had all been nothing but net!

Dell watched Curry shoot. He seemed to see the shadows of all the superstars he'd once faced, and he knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell watched Curry shoot. He seemed to see the shadows of all the superstars he'd once faced, and he knew Curry had entered a special state.

Dell and Sonya walked over. When they heard Matthew Graves's words, they smiled with relief.

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

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

"Once you're on the court, every big man over 6'9" will look like a clumsy wooden post in front of you. You can destroy opposing centers with the pick-and-roll, and your threes will become your opponents' nightmare. The moment you raise your hand, your defender will jump in a panic, opening up a clear path for you to drive. When you glide into the paint, the defense will have no choice but to leave their man and help. Then you can whip a gorgeous behind-the-back pass to give your teammate an open dunk!"

Dell watched Curry shoot. He seemed to see the shadows of all the superstars he'd once faced, and he knew Curry had entered a special state.

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body were on fire, and the hoop looked as vast as the ocean.

In that state, a player seemed to sink into a dream. Everything before him slowed down, and he could shoot however he pleased. The hoop looked as wide as the ocean.

The stern look had disappeared from Matthew Graves's face. His full attention was fixed on Curry's shooting, and his expression grew more and more incredulous.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

Curry was unquestionably in that state. From the left wing, he remained perfect, making all 20 shots. So far, he was 40 for 40. A few shots had bounced off the rim and gone in, but the rest had all been nothing but net!

Swish!

Sonya's eyes brimmed with hope. She only wanted her son to earn a full scholarship and be recognized. As for Curry's role on the team, she had complete confidence in him and believed he could earn his place through his talent.

In that state, a player seemed to sink into a dream. Everything before him slowed down, and he could shoot however he pleased. The hoop looked as wide as the ocean.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

Matthew stared blankly as Curry sank three-pointer after three-pointer. His baby face looked completely out of place. A high school student was doing what only NBA players could do!

"Stephen, your release, range, and consistency are the best I've seen from any high school player. You're even better than most NCAA players. I don't believe shooting is a talent, but I have to admit, you can absolutely play in the NCAA!"

Curry's anxious heart finally settled. The clouds that had hung over him vanished in an instant. At last, God had stopped making things difficult for His faithful servant. He even felt like crying.

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

"Stephen will be the Bulldogs' undisputed centerpiece," Zhang Yu said calmly.

Curry stepped into the left corner and raised his hand to signal he was ready. Zhang Yu quickly passed him the ball. Curry caught it, glanced at the basket, and immediately launched a three.

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"Stephen, your release, range, and consistency are the best I've seen from any high school player. You're even better than most NCAA players. I don't believe shooting is a talent, but I have to admit, you can absolutely play in the NCAA!"

He was beginning to believe Zhang Yu's words.

"Stephen, your release, range, and consistency are the best I've seen from any high school player. You're even better than most NCAA players. I don't believe shooting is a talent, but I have to admit, you can absolutely play in the NCAA!"

"Maybe he just got lucky before..."

At last, Curry missed his first three. It was his thirteenth shot from the top of the arc. He missed two more in a row, and Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

But Curry went on to sink another 23 straight threes before missing his fourth shot, and Matthew's theory fell apart.

Zhang Yu passed him the second ball. Curry caught it and didn't make a single adjustment. As he lifted his eyes, his hands came up too. By the time he saw the basket, the ball was already on its way, spinning hard through the air. As it dropped, the net gave the ball a graceful, almost imperceptible bounce. Another swish!

And Curry's shots kept coming faster. He didn't miss another one, right up through his hundredth and final attempt.

"Stephen, remember: you can do anything."

Zhang Yu looked at Dell, whose brow was furrowed rather than lifted in delight. ""

Curry took a deep breath and nodded firmly. He felt as if his whole body were on fire, and the hoop looked as vast as the ocean.

In that state, a player seemed to sink into a dream. Everything before him slowed down, and he could shoot however he pleased. The hoop looked as wide as the ocean.

Matthew Graves's stern expression had disappeared. His attention was fixed entirely on Curry's shooting, and his expression grew more and more incredulous.