Blatt gave a bitter smile.
Sun Hao was about to say a few polite words.
After all, Blatt's formal invitation showed how highly he thought of him.
But just then, Blatt turned and opened his Briefcase, taking out a notebook.
The notebook was about ten centimeters wide and roughly twenty centimeters long, looking like a booklet.
Sun Hao had no idea what it meant, and the words at the tip of his tongue went unsaid.
Fortunately, Blatt quickly explained.
"This is the tactics manual I've compiled over the past few years. It includes the Princeton offense I'm best at. It should help you."
"A tactics manual?"
Sun Hao took it and flipped through it.
The more he read, the more unbelievable it felt.
It was not because the tactics in the booklet were so extensive, though it truly was the best he had ever seen.
It was because he could not understand why Blatt would give him such a valuable gift for no reason.
Had he misunderstood Blatt's intentions?
Blatt's bitter smile had not been because he could not recruit him, but because he was raising the stakes to recruit him?
"To be honest, I'll most likely go to the NBA after this season."
"The NBA?"
This time, Blatt showed a surprised expression.
"Yes, so I can't accept this manual, because I can't possibly go to Alcant team next season."
Sun Hao's eyes were full of reluctance. He knew how important this manual was to him at this point in time. It was practically a gift from heaven.
But he could not deceive Blatt. It was a matter of principle.
As he spoke, he painfully closed the booklet and handed it back to Blatt.
However, Blatt did not reach out to take it. Instead, he suddenly laughed.
"You misunderstood me."