NBA: Warrior godfather.

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The stadium fell into silence. Liam's words seemed to have a kind of magic, making Curry imagine himself defeating everyone and being cheered by the fans.

That was what he dreamed of and what motivated him to strive for it.

"Can I really do this?" Curry asked himself in a low voice.

After being rejected repeatedly, Curry, who is extremely competitive, began to doubt himself.

"Have you forgotten your shooting performance just now? Matthew has been completely conquered by your performance," Liam said.

Matthew Graves smiled sheepishly.

Dell and Sonya looked at each other. Without any doubt in their eyes, Dell said solemnly, "I agree to let Stephen join the Bulldogs!"

"You made the right decision." Liam held Dell's hand and shook it vigorously twice.

He looked at Curry again and smiled, "Stephen, welcome to the Bulldogs!"

"Coach Liam, I'm honored to play for you." Curry answered very politely but felt a little strange in his heart.

Why does Coach Liam look so excited? Ever since I met him, there has been something off about the way he looks at me. It always feels weird...

Liam should be thankful that the young Curry has a very pure heart and doesn't think too deeply about things. If his recruitment failed for some unfounded reason, Liam would probably be devastated.

Afterward, Matthew Graves led the Curry family to the athletic department office to complete the admission procedures. Dell had brought all the necessary documents before arriving.

Liam smiled as he walked to the sidelines where the Bulldogs were training. Stevens had just finished coaching a player and asked:

"Recruitment successful?"

"Success! We have found our starting point guard for the new season." Liam smiled even more happily.

"You seem to be very confident in that baby-faced guy. Just ask him to change positions," Stevens curled his lips.

"You've watched Stephen's game videos before. Point guard is his destiny," Liam said.

"I noticed that the way you looked at him was a bit... off. Liam, don't do anything stupid."

"I just admire his talent. Brad, what are you thinking about?" Liam's smile faded, and he protested loudly.

"Who told you to keep staring at that baby-faced kid? That kind of excitement may be hidden from others, but not from me," Stevens said.

"I can't explain it to you clearly. You'll know why I'm so excited next season." Liam put his hands behind his back and pretended to instruct the players in training. "Julian, you did a great job! Mike, you're awesome. Keep it up!"

Stevens found it very funny to see Liam clapping and cheering solemnly over there: "This kid, it seems that he is really happy to recruit Stephen Curry..."

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That afternoon, Curry's admission procedures were initially completed. The remaining steps were just some paperwork, which would be completed soon once he returned to Charlotte.

Before the Curry family left, they came to Liam's office and offered to invite him to dinner, which Liam naturally accepted with pleasure.

At Liam's suggestion, the group went to an American barbecue restaurant with local Indiana characteristics.

American barbecue is popular all over the United States, but it has different characteristics in different states and is loved by locals. The common foundation makes it easy for outsiders to enjoy.

During the meal, seeing Curry eating barbecue, Liam said with a smile:

"Stephen, you eat a lot. Why are you still so thin?"

"He didn't like eating before, but many people said he was too thin, so he decided to gain weight recently," Dell said helplessly.

"Stephen, you don't need to gain weight, at least not now," Liam said seriously.

"Why?" Curry was very puzzled. "They're right. I am indeed too thin."

"You're only 18 years old this year, right?"

"That's right."

"I think your height has not reached its limit yet, and gaining weight requires high-intensity muscle training, which will limit your development," Liam explained.

"But I haven't grown in a year. Will I really continue to grow?" Curry asked.

"Of course, believe me. I'm always good at judging people. I've seen many examples like yours," Liam said firmly.

He would not tell Curry that, as a Warriors fan in his previous life, he remembered clearly that Curry was 1.91 meters tall.

"But the intensity of the NCAA will increase a lot. Can I really adapt to it without gaining weight?" Curry was still a little worried.

Liam saw that Curry showed many emotions such as anxiety, confusion, and uneasiness but lacked confidence, and he couldn't help feeling a bit emotional.

At this time, Curry was far from being a superstar who had experienced many ups and downs, possessed firm beliefs, and infinite self-confidence. He was just a young man, a young man who had been repeatedly denied and was confused about his future.

Liam put down the knife and fork in his hand and said with a smile:

"Believe me, you can do it. I won't joke about the team's results."

Curry nodded and stopped stuffing barbecue into his mouth. Although this was the first time he met Liam, he had great trust in this head coach who was not much older than him.

After dinner, Liam sent the Curry family to the hotel they had booked. Before parting, Curry suddenly said:

"Coach, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"Okay," Liam said with a smile.

Curry turned to look at Sonya with a pleading look in his eyes. Sonya took out a $100 bill from her wallet and handed it to Curry:

"It's 7 o'clock now. Be back on time before 9 o'clock."

Curry took the money, nodded repeatedly, and left the hotel with Liam.

"It seems that you are short of pocket money," Liam said with a smile.

Curry smiled sheepishly:

"Mom is very strict with me and Seth. Oh, Seth is my younger brother, who is in high school this year. When we were young, Seth and I were very thin, but we had no pocket money, so we often went to the health product store and stayed there for dozens of minutes. We thought there was protein in the air in the store, and we could grow muscles just by breathing the air there."

"Haha, did you succeed?" Liam shook his head and laughed.

"Of course not; otherwise, I would be as strong as Dwight Howard now." Curry flexed his arms, trying to show his biceps, but his T-shirt only bulged slightly.

"To be honest, Stephen, I had this dream before..."

The two chatted and laughed as they came to a coffee shop, found a seat, and sat down. A waitress came over to serve them.

"Little boy, what would you like to drink?" She said to Curry softly with a smile on her face.

"Hey, I'm not a kid; I'm 18 and going to college!" Curry protested.

"Sorry, little friend... Sir, what would you like to drink?" The waiter smiled, covering his mouth.

"Give me a mocha with cream," Curry said helplessly.

The waiter looked at Liam with an inquiring look.

"Give me a latte with less sugar," Liam said with a smile.

After the waiter left, Curry sighed:

"It's always like this. Everyone thinks I'm just a kid who didn't even graduate from middle school."

Liam chuckled, and the laughter became louder and louder, finally turning into a loud laugh.

Curry looked at Liam in shame and anger:

"Coach, I didn't expect you to be the same as them!"

"No, no, no, I'm just thinking of something happy." Liam waved his hands repeatedly.

"You're obviously laughing at me!"

"Stephen, don't you think you look handsome and cute like this?"

"What is cute?"

"'Cute' means handsome in a very likable way..." Liam explained seriously.

In his previous life, he had seen too many scenes of Curry making 100% of his three-point shots and wreaking havoc on the court, but now he saw his immature and embarrassed side.

The image of Curry in his mind is no longer that of an NBA superstar but the living Stephen Curry, a high school student who is about to enter college but is troubled by his baby face.

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.

After the coffee was served, the two tasted it, and Curry asked hesitantly:

"Coach, do you think... I can play in the NBA?"

He put down the coffee in his hand, his eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety.

"Of course, you will definitely enter the NBA. Not only that, you will become a star!" Liam's tone was very certain.

"But many people don't even think I can play in the NCAA." Curry looked a little lonely. He lacks confidence very much now.

Liam recalled a video he had seen in his previous life. Curry was interviewed after the draft. The reporter asked him about his goal, and he replied, "I hope I will still be in the NBA ten years later."

What a humble goal.

In fact, Curry has always been skeptical about his future. He has never thought that he could become a superstar. Being able to gain a foothold in the NBA is his biggest dream.

Liam hesitated for a moment and said:

"Stephen, do you think I look like a fool?"

"No, of course, you're not." Curry shook his head.

"I think so too. As the youngest head coach in the NCAA, I can't say that I am a genius, but at least I am talented," said Liam.

"…" Curry was speechless. His education had made him humble, and he had never seen such a narcissistic person.

In his impression, Colombian people have always been very low-key and modest. How come his coach doesn't look like a Colombian at all?

"I recruited you to the Bulldogs not because you made 96 of 100 three-pointers, but because you are Stephen Curry. You have great potential that you can't even imagine. Not only will you enter the NBA, but you will also become a superstar. You will become the top shooter in history!" Liam said firmly.

His expression was very serious, as if he was not predicting Curry's future but stating the facts that had already happened.

Curry was very surprised after hearing this. He didn't have that much confidence in himself. If someone else said this to him, he would think that person was mocking him.

"Coach, why are you so confident in me?"

End of this chapter

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