While Curry was a two-time NCAA scoring champion who had put up huge numbers in March Madness, his draft projection was only in the 6-to-13 range. Some experts even believed he would miss the lottery altogether.
"Morning, Stephen." Butler said in surprise.
The hallway was very quiet. Butler made his way briskly to the gym and walked inside.
In his previous life, Stevens had led the Bulldogs to the NCAA Finals for two consecutive years, allowing Butler University to leap two conferences in two years, rising from the Horizon League into the Big East Conference. In just six years, he had become the greatest coach in Bulldogs history.
"It's not just Rose. Douglas is difficult to deal with too. He's averaging even more points than Rose and is a very well-rounded scorer. The Tigers' backcourt is incredibly dangerous. Do you have a way to handle them?" Stevens asked, picking up his hot dog and taking a large bite.
Putting down his phone, Zhang Yu sat there, feeling strangely dazed.
A while later, Zhang Yu pushed open the door and came in. He too had a habit of getting up early to work out.
Since March Madness began, the Bulldogs had been traveling from city to city. Butler had never seen Curry in the gym before.
He remembered Markbaum mentioning that he was going to Wall Street for a seminar on subprime securities.
Kansas was more cohesive as a team, while Memphis had more talented stars.
Zhang Yu skillfully set Stevens's breakfast down, pulled over a chair, and sat beside him.
When Zhang Yu returned to his room, he received a call from Markbaum.
Zhang Yu's expression turned serious. "Who cares? I've put my entire fortune into this. Dollars in hand are what matter most. I'm not some savior—I'm just a