Making Money

There's no difference.

It's just that they probably felt 100% was too absolute, so they lowered it by a few percentage points to leave room for improvement!

But that's just showing off!

Cahoon looked at Tang Tian with a smile at this moment. He suddenly felt that Tang Tian was even more interesting than he had initially thought.

Seeing the reactions of the others, Tang Tian realized he might have unintentionally shown off.

However, once something like this is done, explaining it would only make it seem more disingenuous.

After the press conference ended, Tang Tian and Walker walked towards the locker room.

When they reached the door, they found it closed and surprisingly quiet inside.

"Did these guys leave this early today?" Tang Tian was a bit puzzled. From what he knew, after winning a crucial game like this, the guys would usually go wild for a long time.

"Maybe they're just tired," Walker said, squatting down as if his shoelaces had come undone.

Tang Tian nodded in agreement.

That made sense. Although the team had been on a winning streak, many of those games were tough. And tonight, despite the big win, the game itself had been difficult, especially with Monroe's advantage in the paint. Tang Tian still felt a slight ache in his chest from being hit twice.

He pushed the door open.

"Champagne!"

Before he could even react, two bottles of champagne were sprayed directly in his face.

He was drenched from head to toe.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Before he could react further, his teammates had already rushed over and lifted him up.

"Haha~"

Walker quickly stood up, laughing, and slammed the locker room door shut.

He wasn't tying his shoelaces; he was playing along with the team's prank!

"Tang! Tang!"

Tang Tian was carried by his teammates and tossed up in the air.

The locker room ceiling wasn't high, and as he saw it coming closer and farther away, he genuinely feared that if they used too much force, he'd have a rather intimate encounter with it.

Fortunately, his teammates put him down after a short while.

These guys.

Tang Tian wiped his face after landing, a smile unconsciously joining his teammates'.

Even though he'd been sprayed and tossed around, he knew his teammates were celebrating with him.

21 points, his first 20+ game in the NCAA, was a career night for a role player.

"Where did this champagne come from?" After the celebration died down, he wiped his face with a towel and couldn't help but ask Napier beside him.

The game had just ended, and the players still needed to shower. It seemed unlikely they'd have enough time to buy champagne and make these preparations.

Plus, Walker had been in on it, and he'd gone to the press conference with Tang Tian.

"I don't know, it was already in the locker room," Napier said, looking at Walker. He was the most senior player on the team.

"Huh?" Tang Tian was surprised by the answer.

"This was prepared for a celebration two years ago," Walker said.

"Wait, champagne from two years ago?" Tang Tian suddenly stood up.

"Yeah, the team made it to the Elite Eight back then, but unfortunately, we didn't win the championship. This champagne was stored here," Walker explained with a smile, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

He had only been a freshman then. The team had Hasheem Thabeet, who was a lottery pick that year. On paper, they were much stronger than the current team.

"I need to take a shower immediately," Tang Tian said, grabbing his towel and heading into the shower room.

He knew it; he had thought the champagne smelled a bit strange when it sprayed him.

Watching Tang Tian rush into the shower room, Walker suddenly remembered something and turned to Napier, asking, "Is this vintage or non-vintage champagne?"

"Vintage, I think," Napier replied, not paying too much attention. He picked up an empty sprayed bottle, looked at it, and then paused. "Non-vintage."

"Haha..."

After that, both of them burst into laughter.

Non-vintage champagne generally has a shelf life of 2-3 years. This bottle had been sitting around for a while before it was bought, so it was likely expired.

After playing Georgetown, the team had a five-day break.

Following a series of high-intensity games, especially the tough match against Georgetown, Cahoon gave the players a rare day off.

The night before the break, after finishing his extra training, he returned to his dorm and opened his laptop.

He had bought the laptop when he went to get a new phone. In his previous life, he had been a coach and operated mostly on a computer, so being without one felt a bit strange.

It wasn't expensive, just over six hundred dollars. With a full scholarship, he could afford it.

After opening his computer, he started searching for ways to make money in Connecticut.

Cahoon had him starting at power forward, which worked well against Georgetown and seemed like it would become the norm.

This actually suited him quite well; compared to typical NCAA power forwards, his speed was an advantage.

But facing stronger opponents would be a new problem. Georgetown's power forward wasn't heavy this time, so he could handle it, but he'd definitely struggle against someone like Tristan Thompson or Markieff Morris.

He still needed to improve his stamina, but that alone wouldn't be enough. He had to find a way to exchange for some useful new skills.

For example, he'd thought of the "Diver" skill (Varejao) after being knocked down by Monroe.

Varejao's ability to draw offensive fouls was top-tier even in the NBA, and would definitely be more than enough in NCAA.

Just imagine if he'd drawn two offensive fouls on Monroe in the first half against Georgetown; UConn would have won the game easily.

However, earning another fifty thousand dollars wouldn't be easy. Although he was a transmigrator and had forty to fifty thousand in cash, the system stipulated it had to be related to basketball.

According to NCAA rules, schools couldn't pay players, players couldn't take endorsements, and they couldn't even participate in amateur competitions with a profit motive.

These rules were bizarre and unreasonable, but they stemmed from historical reasons. Despite frequent complaints, there was no intention of changing them yet.

If he couldn't earn money as an NCAA player, he'd have to find another way.

Rules were rigid, but people were flexible. Who said he couldn't use his basketball skills to make money?

For instance, he'd just found something: streetball one-on-one.

Streetball courts had all sorts of games, including one-on-one matches, with winnings of $10 or $20 per game, and even $100 for high-stakes matches.

But Tang Tian temporarily passed on this for now. The money came in too slowly, and there was also a certain risk of injury on a streetball court.

He continued searching and suddenly found something very interesting that caught his eye.

Adult entertainment city.

Entertainment cities existed all over the world, but most were designed for children, with games like shooting, claw machines, and simulated motorcycle racing.

However, this entertainment city had "Adult" in front of it, meaning the content was much richer, featuring large-scale attractions like roller coasters and "Brave Challenges."

What attracted Tang Tian wasn't these, but a game called "Shooting Challenge."