I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

The Curry Arena fell silent. Zhang Yu's words seemed to possess a magical quality, conjuring images in Curry's mind of himself dominating the court, with fans cheering wildly. After the waiter left, Curry sighed. Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. At this point, Curry was far from the superstar with unwavering conviction and infinite confidence who had weathered countless storms. He was just a young man, repeatedly denied, lost about his future. In his past life, he had seen countless scenes of Curry hitting three-pointers with perfect accuracy and dominating the court. Now, he saw a glimpse of his youthful awkwardness and vulnerability. "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. "He didn't like eating before, not because he wasn't told he was too skinny. He only recently started trying to gain weight," Dell said with a hint of helplessness. "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. That was what he dreamed of, the motivation he strived for. Curry smiled sheepishly, "Of course, believe me, I'm a good judge of character. I've seen many cases like yours." Zhang Yu stated with conviction. "Of course, you'll definitely make it to the NBA. Not only that, but you'll become a star!" Zhang Yu's tone was extremely certain. "Coach, why are you so confident in me?" "Can I really do it?" Curry asked himself in a low voice. "You're quite confident in that baby-faced kid, telling him to change positions directly," Stevens pouted. "No, no, I just remembered something happy," Zhang Yu waved his hands repeatedly. "Alright," Zhang Yu smiled. Why did Coach Ronan's gaze seem so excited? Ever since I met him, his eyes have been a bit off, always feeling strange... Curry's image in his mind was no longer that of an NBA superstar, but of the living, breathing Stephen Curry, a high school student about to enter college, troubled by his baby face. "Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Being rejected repeatedly had made the highly competitive Curry doubt himself. American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Believe me, you can do it. I wouldn't joke about the team's performance." "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. In reality, Curry had always harbored doubts about his future. He had never even considered becoming a superstar; his biggest dream was simply to establish himself in the NBA. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!" "Can I really do it?" Curry asked himself in a low voice. Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly. "Of course, believe me, I'm a good judge of character. I've seen many cases like yours." Zhang Yu stated with conviction. "Of course, you'll definitely make it to the NBA. Not only that, but you'll become a star!" Zhang Yu's tone was extremely certain. Dell and Sonya exchanged a look, their doubts gone. He said solemnly: Curry's image in his mind was no longer that of an NBA superstar, but of the living, breathing Stephen Curry, a high school student about to enter college, troubled by his baby face. "But the intensity of NCAA will increase significantly. Can I adapt without gaining weight?" Curry was still a little worried. The arena fell silent. Zhang Yu's words seemed to possess a magical quality, conjuring images in Curry's mind of himself dominating the court, with fans cheering wildly. "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!" He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!" "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" After the meal, Zhang Yu took the Curry family to their pre-booked hotel. Before parting, Curry suddenly said, "You made the right decision." Zhang Yu shook Dell's hand firmly twice. "Why?" Curry was very confused. "They're right, I am too thin." "You're clearly laughing at me!" "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!" At this moment, Curry was far from the superstar with unwavering conviction and infinite confidence who had weathered countless storms. He was just a young man, repeatedly denied, lost about his future. In his impression, Chinese people were always low-key and humble. How could his coach not seem like a Chinese person at all? "You made the right decision." Zhang Yu shook Dell's hand firmly twice. Zhang Yu should be fortunate that the young Curry was pure-hearted and didn't think in any peculiar directions. If his recruitment failed for baseless reasons, he would probably cry himself to death. "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. Curry was very surprised after hearing this. He didn't have that much confidence in himself. If anyone else had said this to him, he would have thought they were mocking him. In his impression, Chinese people were always low-key and humble. How could his coach not seem like a Chinese person at all? "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" "That's right." "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "But the intensity of NCAA will increase significantly. Can I adapt without gaining weight?" Curry was still a little worried. He wouldn't tell Curry that in his past life, as a Warriors fan, he clearly remembered Curry's height was 1.91 meters. "Coach Ronan, I am honored to play for you." Curry replied very politely, but felt a bit strange inside. Curry's image in his mind was no longer that of an NBA superstar, but of the living, breathing Stephen Curry, a high school student about to enter college, troubled by his baby face. The arena fell silent. Zhang Yu's words seemed to possess a magical quality, conjuring images in Curry's mind of himself dominating the court, with fans cheering wildly. "Stephen, don't you think you look handsome and cute like this?" "It seems you're short on pocket money," Zhang Yu said with a smile. He put down the coffee in his hand, his eyes filled with both anticipation and anxiety. "Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" In reality, Curry had always harbored doubts about his future. He had never even considered becoming a superstar; his biggest dream was simply to establish himself in the NBA. That afternoon, Curry's enrollment procedures were only preliminarily completed. The rest were just operations like transferring files. He would be able to complete them quickly once he returned to Charlotte. "But the intensity of NCAA will increase significantly. Can I adapt without gaining weight?" Curry was still a little worried. Why did Coach Ronan's gaze seem so excited? Ever since I met him, his eyes have been a bit off, always feeling strange... Zhang Yu saw Curry's face showing emotions like unease, confusion, and nervousness, but lacking confidence. He couldn't help but sigh. "Recruitment successful?" "I can't explain it to you clearly. You'll know why I'm so excited next season." Zhang Yu put his hands behind his back, pretending to instruct the ball boys during practice, "Julian, great job! Mike, you're amazing, keep it up!" From this moment on, he truly completed the transformation of his identity. He was no longer a fan of Curry, but Curry's head coach. "It's successful. Our starting point guard for the new season is settled." Zhang Yu smiled even more happily. "But the intensity of NCAA will increase significantly. Can I adapt without gaining weight?" Curry was still a little worried. "That's right." In his past life, he had seen countless scenes of Curry hitting three-pointers with perfect accuracy and dominating the court. Now, he saw a glimpse of his youthful awkwardness and vulnerability. Zhang Yu should be fortunate that the young Curry was pure-hearted and didn't think in any peculiar directions. If his recruitment failed for baseless reasons, he would probably cry himself to death. "He didn't like eating before, not because he wasn't told he was too skinny. He only recently started trying to gain weight," Dell said with a hint of helplessness. "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "You also watched Stephen's game footage before. Point guard is his destiny," Zhang Yu said. "That's right." "Haha, did you succeed?" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled. After the waiter left, Curry sighed. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. "You're quite confident in that baby-faced kid, telling him to change positions directly," Stevens pouted. After that, Matthew Graves led the Curry family to the athletic department office to handle the enrollment procedures. Dell had brought all the necessary documents before arriving. Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Coach, why are you so confident in me?" "It's successful. Our starting point guard for the new season is settled." Zhang Yu smiled even more happily. "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!" Zhang Yu, with a face full of smiles, strode to the side of the court where the Bulldogs players were training. Stevens happened to have just finished instructing a player hand-to-hand and asked, "Of course, believe me, I'm a good judge of character. I've seen many cases like yours." Zhang Yu stated with conviction. "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. "It's successful. Our starting point guard for the new season is settled." Zhang Yu smiled even more happily. Curry smiled sheepishly, "Recruitment successful?" Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said: Curry turned to Sonya, his eyes pleading. Sonya took out a 100-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Curry. "Can I really do it?" Curry asked himself in a low voice. "Give me a latte, less sugar," Zhang Yu said with a smile. After the meal, Zhang Yu took the Curry family to their pre-booked hotel. Before parting, Curry suddenly said, "You made the right decision." Zhang Yu shook Dell's hand firmly twice. "It's successful. Our starting point guard for the new season is settled." Zhang Yu smiled even more happily. From this moment on, he truly completed the transformation of his identity. He was no longer a fan of Curry, but Curry's head coach. That was what he dreamed of, the motivation he strived for. "To be honest, Stephen, I used to have such a dream..." Curry was very surprised after hearing this. He didn't have that much confidence in himself. If anyone else had said this to him, he would have thought they were mocking him. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" Curry looked at Zhang Yu, embarrassed and annoyed, "You're quite confident in that baby-faced kid, telling him to change positions directly," Stevens pouted. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" After the meal, Zhang Yu took the Curry family to their pre-booked hotel. Before parting, Curry suddenly said, "You also watched Stephen's game footage before. Point guard is his destiny," Zhang Yu said. Dell and Sonya exchanged a look, their doubts gone. He said solemnly, "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. Being rejected repeatedly had made the highly competitive Curry doubt himself. "It's always like this, everyone thinks I'm just a kid who hasn't even finished middle school." "Stephen, don't you think you look handsome and cute like this?" ... "You're quite confident in that baby-faced kid, telling him to change positions directly," Stevens pouted. After that, Matthew Graves led the Curry family to the athletic department office to handle the enrollment procedures. Dell had brought all the necessary documents before arriving. "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. After that, Matthew Graves led the Curry family to the athletic department office to handle the enrollment procedures. Dell had brought all the necessary documents before arriving. Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly. "Coach, why are you so confident in me?" "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "You're clearly laughing at me!" "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!" In reality, Curry had always harbored doubts about his future. He had never even considered becoming a superstar; his biggest dream was simply to establish himself in the NBA. "You made the right decision." Zhang Yu shook Dell's hand firmly twice. "You're quite confident in that baby-faced kid, telling him to change positions directly," Stevens pouted. "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. The waiter looked at Zhang Yu inquiringly. "You made the right decision." Zhang Yu shook Dell's hand firmly twice. Before the Curry family left, they specifically came to Zhang Yu's office and proposed to treat him to a meal. Zhang Yu naturally accepted. "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. "I can't explain it to you clearly. You'll know why I'm so excited next season." Zhang Yu put his hands behind his back, pretending to instruct the ball boys during practice, "Julian, great job! Mike, you're amazing, keep it up!" Zhang Yu chuckled, his laughter growing louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar of laughter. Curry looked at Zhang Yu, embarrassed and annoyed: Why did Coach Ronan's gaze seem so excited? Ever since I met him, his eyes have been a bit off, always feeling strange... Stevens watched Zhang Yu applaud and cheer with great seriousness and found it very amusing, "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "I'm not recruiting you to the Bulldogs because you made 96 out of 100 three-pointers, but because you are Stephen Curry. You possess immense potential that you can't even imagine. You will not only make it to the NBA, but you will become a superstar, the greatest shooter in history!" Zhang Yu said firmly. Zhang Yu, with a face full of smiles, strode to the side of the court where the Bulldogs players were training. Stevens happened to have just finished instructing a player hand-to-hand and asked, "Alright." Zhang Yu smiled. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "Mom was very strict with me and Seth. Oh, Seth is my younger brother, he's in high school this year. When we were kids, Seth and I were both very thin, but we didn't have pocket money. We often ran to the supplement store and stayed there for tens of minutes. We thought there was protein in the air there, and if we just breathed that air, we'd gain muscle." "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. ... "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" That afternoon, Curry's enrollment procedures were only preliminarily completed. The rest were just operations like transferring files. He would be able to complete them quickly once he returned to Charlotte. Curry turned to Sonya, his eyes pleading. Sonya took out a 100-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Curry. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. Curry nodded, no longer shoveling barbecue into his mouth. Although he had only met Zhang Yu for the first time today, he trusted this head coach, who was not much older than him, implicitly. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. Before the Curry family left, they specifically came to Zhang Yu's office and proposed to treat him to a meal. Zhang Yu naturally accepted. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "That's right." Dell and Sonya exchanged a look, their doubts gone. He said solemnly: Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly. Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "You're only 18 this year, right?" "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" Being rejected repeatedly had made the highly competitive Curry doubt himself. American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." "Recruitment successful?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "Why?" Curry was very confused. "They're right, I am too thin." American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said: American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Give me a latte, less sugar," Zhang Yu said with a smile. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "He didn't like eating before, not because he wasn't told he was too skinny. He only recently started trying to gain weight," Dell said with a hint of helplessness. "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Coach Ronan, I am honored to play for you." Curry replied very politely, but felt a bit strange inside. Curry's image in his mind was no longer that of an NBA superstar, but of the living, breathing Stephen Curry, a high school student about to enter college, troubled by his baby face. "Coach, why are you so confident in me?" "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. "You're clearly laughing at me!" Zhang Yu chuckled, his laughter growing louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar of laughter. Curry looked at Zhang Yu, embarrassed and annoyed: Why did Coach Ronan's gaze seem so excited? Ever since I met him, his eyes have been a bit off, always feeling strange... Stevens watched Zhang Yu applaud and cheer with great seriousness and found it very amusing, "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "I'm not recruiting you to the Bulldogs because you made 96 out of 100 three-pointers, but because you are Stephen Curry. You possess immense potential that you can't even imagine. You will not only make it to the NBA, but you will become a superstar, the greatest shooter in history!" Zhang Yu said firmly. Zhang Yu, with a face full of smiles, strode to the side of the court where the Bulldogs players were training. Stevens happened to have just finished instructing a player hand-to-hand and asked, "Alright." Zhang Yu smiled. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "Mom was very strict with me and Seth. Oh, Seth is my younger brother, he's in high school this year. When we were kids, Seth and I were both very thin, but we didn't have pocket money. We often ran to the supplement store and stayed there for tens of minutes. We thought there was protein in the air there, and if we just breathed that air, we'd gain muscle." "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. ... "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" That afternoon, Curry's enrollment procedures were only preliminarily completed. The rest were just operations like transferring files. He would be able to complete them quickly once he returned to Charlotte. Curry turned to Sonya, his eyes pleading. Sonya took out a 100-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Curry. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. Curry nodded, no longer shoveling barbecue into his mouth. Although he had only met Zhang Yu for the first time today, he trusted this head coach, who was not much older than him, implicitly. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. Before the Curry family left, they specifically came to Zhang Yu's office and proposed to treat him to a meal. Zhang Yu naturally accepted. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "That's right." Dell and Sonya exchanged a look, their doubts gone. He said solemnly: Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly. Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "You're only 18 this year, right?" "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" Being rejected repeatedly had made the highly competitive Curry doubt himself. American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." "Recruitment successful?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "Why?" Curry was very confused. "They're right, I am too thin." American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said: American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Give me a latte, less sugar," Zhang Yu said with a smile. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "He didn't like eating before, not because he wasn't told he was too skinny. He only recently started trying to gain weight," Dell said with a hint of helplessness. "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Coach Ronan, I am honored to play for you." Curry replied very politely, but felt a bit strange inside. Curry's image in his mind was no longer that of an NBA superstar, but of the living, breathing Stephen Curry, a high school student about to enter college, troubled by his baby face. "Coach, why are you so confident in me?" "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. "You're clearly laughing at me!" Zhang Yu chuckled, his laughter growing louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar of laughter. Curry looked at Zhang Yu, embarrassed and annoyed: Why did Coach Ronan's gaze seem so excited? Ever since I met him, his eyes have been a bit off, always feeling strange... Stevens watched Zhang Yu applaud and cheer with great seriousness and found it very amusing, "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "I'm not recruiting you to the Bulldogs because you made 96 out of 100 three-pointers, but because you are Stephen Curry. You possess immense potential that you can't even imagine. You will not only make it to the NBA, but you will become a superstar, the greatest shooter in history!" Zhang Yu said firmly. Zhang Yu, with a face full of smiles, strode to the side of the court where the Bulldogs players were training. Stevens happened to have just finished instructing a player hand-to-hand and asked, "Alright." Zhang Yu smiled. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "Mom was very strict with me and Seth. Oh, Seth is my younger brother, he's in high school this year. When we were kids, Seth and I were both very thin, but we didn't have pocket money. We often ran to the supplement store and stayed there for tens of minutes. We thought there was protein in the air there, and if we just breathed that air, we'd gain muscle." "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. ... "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" That afternoon, Curry's enrollment procedures were only preliminarily completed. The rest were just operations like transferring files. He would be able to complete them quickly once he returned to Charlotte. Curry turned to Sonya, his eyes pleading. Sonya took out a 100-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Curry. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. Curry nodded, no longer shoveling barbecue into his mouth. Although he had only met Zhang Yu for the first time today, he trusted this head coach, who was not much older than him, implicitly. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. Before the Curry family left, they specifically came to Zhang Yu's office and proposed to treat him to a meal. Zhang Yu naturally accepted. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "That's right." Dell and Sonya exchanged a look, their doubts gone. He said solemnly: Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly. Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "You're only 18 this year, right?" "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" Being rejected repeatedly had made the highly competitive Curry doubt himself. American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." "Recruitment successful?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "Why?" Curry was very confused. "They're right, I am too thin." American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said: American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Give me a latte, less sugar," Zhang Yu said with a smile. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "He didn't like eating before, not because he wasn't told he was too skinny. He only recently started trying to gain weight," Dell said with a hint of helplessness. "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Coach Ronan, I am honored to play for you." Curry replied very politely, but felt a bit strange inside. Curry's image in his mind was no longer that of an NBA superstar, but of the living, breathing Stephen Curry, a high school student about to enter college, troubled by his baby face. "Coach, why are you so confident in me?" "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. "You're clearly laughing at me!" Zhang Yu chuckled, his laughter growing louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar of laughter. Curry looked at Zhang Yu, embarrassed and annoyed: Why did Coach Ronan's gaze seem so excited? Ever since I met him, his eyes have been a bit off, always feeling strange... Stevens watched Zhang Yu applaud and cheer with great seriousness and found it very amusing, "I believe your height hasn't reached its limit yet. Gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will restrict your development." Zhang Yu explained. "Did you forget your shooting demonstration just now? Matthew was completely convinced by your performance," Zhang Yu said. He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!" "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "I noticed your gaze towards him is a bit off... Ronan, don't do anything foolish." "I'm not recruiting you to the Bulldogs because you made 96 out of 100 three-pointers, but because you are Stephen Curry. You possess immense potential that you can't even imagine. You will not only make it to the NBA, but you will become a superstar, the greatest shooter in history!" Zhang Yu said firmly. Zhang Yu, with a face full of smiles, strode to the side of the court where the Bulldogs players were training. Stevens happened to have just finished instructing a player hand-to-hand and asked, "Alright." Zhang Yu smiled. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "Mom was very strict with me and Seth. Oh, Seth is my younger brother, he's in high school this year. When we were kids, Seth and I were both very thin, but we didn't have pocket money. We often ran to the supplement store and stayed there for tens of minutes. We thought there was protein in the air there, and if we just breathed that air, we'd gain muscle." "Cute means attractive and handsome..." Zhang Yu explained earnestly. ... "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why are you still so thin?" "..." Curry was somewhat speechless. His upbringing had instilled in him a humble nature, and he had never met anyone so narcissistic. "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" That afternoon, Curry's enrollment procedures were only preliminarily completed. The rest were just operations like transferring files. He would be able to complete them quickly once he returned to Charlotte. Curry turned to Sonya, his eyes pleading. Sonya took out a 100-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Curry. "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" "Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not right now," Zhang Yu said seriously. Curry nodded, no longer shoveling barbecue into his mouth. Although he had only met Zhang Yu for the first time today, he trusted this head coach, who was not much older than him, implicitly. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. Before the Curry family left, they specifically came to Zhang Yu's office and proposed to treat him to a meal. Zhang Yu naturally accepted. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "That's right." Dell and Sonya exchanged a look, their doubts gone. He said solemnly: Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly. Following Zhang Yu's suggestion, they went to an American barbecue restaurant with a distinctive Indiana flavor. "You're only 18 this year, right?" "Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?" Being rejected repeatedly had made the highly competitive Curry doubt himself. American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "This kid, it seems like recruiting Stephen Curry makes him really happy..." "Recruitment successful?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "I think so too. As the youngest head coach in NCAA, I can't say I'm a prodigy, but at least I'm talented." Zhang Yu said. During the meal, seeing Curry devouring the barbecue, Zhang Yu smiled. "Why?" Curry was very confused. "They're right, I am too thin." American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" "Stephen, do you think I look like an idiot?" American barbecue was popular across the country, but it had different characteristics in different states, deeply loved by locals. The common foundation made it palatable for outsiders. "Stephen, you eat quite a bit, why