"Do you believe in God?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Coach, I am the most devout believer in God." Curry looked serious.

"There is no God in the East. We call God 'Heaven'. It was God who guided me to find you. I don't know if it was a dream, but it was a miracle that I was able to meet you. Looking back ten years later,

, Only then can we know how incredible all this is, Stephen, please trust me as you trust yourself, I promise you, we will create legends." Zhang Yu's voice was low and powerful.

He finally found that he couldn't maintain a normal state of mind in front of Curry. There was always a feeling of excitement in his heart. He had to say these words. He couldn't bear to see Curry doubting himself.

Curry looked at Zhang Yu blankly. Although he still thought that he could not reach that height, the sincerity and recognition in Zhang Yu's words moved him very much.

In the boundless darkness, a beam of light finally appeared in front of his eyes. No matter how ethereal and illusory this beam of light was, he had to hold on tightly.

"Coach, I believe you." Curry nodded heavily.

Zhang Yu smiled and said:

"Very well, in that case, I have some suggestions for you."

Curry made a gesture of listening carefully.

Zhang Yu continued:

"I noticed that you are a two-motion shot. Although your release speed is already very fast, if you want to play in the NCAA without gaining weight, you still need a faster release speed. I hope

This summer you can switch to a single-action shot (oion shot), so your release speed will be as fast as possible."

"If I don't change my shooting posture, can't I play in the NCAA?" Curry asked.

"Of course not, but changing your posture will make you play better."

"Okay, I'll change it when I get back!"

"In addition, I hope that after you go back, you can practice ball control and passing in a targeted manner. In the new season, you will be the team's number one ball holder. You need to change your habit of focusing on offense without the ball. I suggest you

Watch more game videos of Chris Paul and Steve Nash. They are true masters of passing. I don't ask you to pass the same exquisite assists as them, but you must have the qualities that a point guard should have.

"Zhang Yu said.

"No problem, coach." Curry agreed.

"I know it's tiring to do all this, but I believe you will be able to persevere. You are Dell Curry's child. You have grown up in the NBA arena since you were a child. This is your luck and your shackles.

, if you want to get out of your father's shadow, you can't just be a shooter." Zhang Yu said slowly.

Curry felt that every word Zhang Yu said spoke to his heart. No one had ever understood him so well. Even his family members did not know that he longed to surpass his father all the time.

"Coach, I will definitely do it!" Curry said with firm eyes.

"I'm looking forward to the surprise you give me," Zhang Yu said with a smile, "I'm going to the bathroom and will be back soon."

He stood up and left, leaving Curry drinking coffee alone.

Curry waited for a while, the coffee in the cup had bottomed out, and Zhang Yu had not come back yet. He simply went to the counter to pay, but the waiter told him:

"The gentleman just now has already paid the bill."

Zhang Yu happened to come out of the bathroom, and Curry said dissatisfied:

"Coach, I agreed to treat you to coffee!"

Zhang Yu smiled and said:

"Your pocket money is hard-earned, keep it for yourself."

"Coach, thank you," Curry laughed happily, and then explained, "I spend all my spare time practicing, otherwise I wouldn't have no pocket money. Many of my classmates have their own cars, but

But my mother didn’t agree to let me drive and only gave me a small amount of pocket money every month.”

Zhang Yu patted his shoulder:

"This is Sonya's love for you. You will understand it in the future. Remember, only by treating basketball with the purest attitude can you achieve the greatest achievements."

Curry said seriously:

"Coach, I remember, I will spend all my time practicing."

The two of them walked out of the cafe and walked to the hotel. Zhang Yu's smile became more and more proud. He had become Curry's head coach and spiritual mentor!

Who can make Curry do what he wants? Then it depends on me!

The next day, Zhang Yu dug out Curry's high school game tape and gave it to Stevens.

After he read it, the two worked together to design tactics for Curry for the new season.

Because of the addition of Curry, the team's style of play also had to change. Zhang Yu and the coaching staff also made changes to the team's overall tactics.

Matthew Graves continues to be in charge of the team's recruitment, but talented local high school students in Indiana have long been snatched away by major schools. He can only sign a few high school students who are only slightly famous in the local area as substitutes or red players.

Shirt ball.

Less than a week later, the Bulldogs' recruiting process came to an end.

Zhang Yu looked at the lineup list in his hand and was very lucky to have recruited Curry, otherwise he would not have any confidence in leading the team to the top 16.

While Matthew Graves and Stevens were busy, Zhang Yu was not idle either. He reread all the professional books that the original person had read and carefully studied the notes that the original person had taken.

Although the memories inherited from the original body have been deeply engraved in his mind, they are not his own, and there will always be a sense of alienation when he recalls them. After half a month of hard study, Zhang Yu gradually mastered the original body.

memories and gradually turn them into my own understanding of basketball.

After talking about his evaluation, three months of careful study will allow him to fully master these memories.

Only then will he have enough confidence to coach the team.

Fortunately, the Bulldogs don't need to play games now. The coaching staff led by Stevens is responsible for specific training matters. Zhang Yu only needs to watch the players train from the sidelines, applaud from time to time, and brush his presence as a head coach.

, otherwise the secret may really be revealed.

…

"Good job, keep going!" Stevens cheered loudly from the sidelines.

The team is training. It has been half a month since Curry came to Butler University for a tryout. The players are practicing the new tactics designed by the coaching staff.

The team's starting point guard Ben Slaton threw the ball hard to the left side of the court according to the established tactics, but AJ Graves, who was supposed to be there to respond, stayed inside. The basketball flew out of the court, and Zhang Yu happened to be standing there.

His eyes were looking forward unfocused, obviously in a daze.

boom!

The basketball flew past and hit him hard in the face.

"Ouch!" Zhang Yu howled miserably, squatted down, and covered his nose with both hands. He only felt that the tip of his nose was sore, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Ben Slayton panicked and hurried over:

"I'm sorry, coach, I didn't mean it. Are you okay?"

The players gathered around and showed concern for their head coach.

"Boss, do you need to go to the hospital? I will carry you." Julian Beko quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Sorry, coach, I made a mistake in my movement..." AJ Graves' eyes were full of worry.

Although it was training, Ben Slayton's pass was so powerful and heavy that it hit Zhang Yu's nose, which is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. He squatted on the ground for a long time and was speechless.

After a few minutes, Zhang Yu rubbed his nose and felt that although it was unbearably sore, it was nothing serious. He stood up from the ground and said in a thick nasal voice:

"I'm fine, you can continue training."

The players were relieved to see that the coach was okay, and Ben Slayton and AJ Graves apologized again.

Stevens looked at Zhang Yu thoughtfully from the side, but said nothing and continued to guide the players in training.

In the afternoon, after training, Stevens walked up to Zhang Yu:

"Ronan, Ronan?"

"Ah? Do you have a problem with me?" Zhang Yu, who was in a daze, came back to his senses and looked at Stevens.

"You know, this is the 57th time in half a month that you have been in a daze. Is there something on your mind?" Stevens asked.

Zhang Yu was stunned and said with some embarrassment:

"Are there so many?"

"I'm talking nonsense," Stevens said with a serious expression, "but if you continue to be dazed like this in training, you will become the first head coach in the history of the Bulldogs to be hit by a ball and sent to the hospital!"

Zhang Yu sighed, beckoned for Stevens to follow, and the two of them walked out of the arena.

"Brad, tell me, do I have any hope of becoming the head coach of an NBA team?" Zhang Yu's tone was slightly distressed.

"Of course it's possible. You are now the youngest head coach in the NCAA, and you are very likely to enter the NBA in 20 years."

"But I hope to become an NBA head coach within three years... no, within five years, preferably coaching the Warriors. What do you think is the possibility?" Zhang Yu asked.

After meeting Curry, he recalled what he said the night before the time travel. Could it be that he made the "ambition" to travel back to 2006?

Moreover, my original dream is to coach an NBA team. If I can coach the Warriors, I can continue to be Curry's head coach...

Zhang Yu's heart surged just thinking about it. In the past few days, he had imagined how many times he would be the head coach of the Warriors.

Stevens did not answer, but looked up to the horizon.

At this time, they happened to walk out of Hinkle Arena. The orange-red sunset was setting in the west, and the blazing sunlight in the day turned into a soft dark red sunset, which sprinkled on the earth, creating an extraordinarily peaceful atmosphere.

"Today's sunset is really good." Zhang Yu praised.

"I mean, it's not dark yet, why are you starting to dream?" Stevens said calmly.

"Uh... okay." Zhang Yu looked a little frustrated.

He also knew that this idea was nonsense, but if he had to wait more than ten or twenty years to coach in the NBA, Curry would have retired and the day lily would have become cold.

"Don't be wishful thinking. Unless the owner of the Warriors is out of his mind, he will never hire a young man in his twenties to be the head coach of the team. Do you think Chris Cohan is an idiot?" Stevens continued.

Insert the knife.

Zhang Yu let out a long sigh, feeling that the "ambition" he had made could only be shattered.

But an idea flashed in his mind, he looked straight at Stevens and said word by word:
Chapter completed!