Of course, at this moment Majerus was quite impressed by Jack Mason's earlier "reckless throw," and in fact, on the other side, Jerry Sloan's eyes were also shining brightly. Clearly, this Chinese player's style was exactly what his team needed. In fact, the main reason he came here today was for this Chinese player, but he knew that this player had already been reserved by the chubby guy next to him, so he didn't show any other emotions.

This practice game was less of a practice match and more of a showcase for Jack Mason and David Petraeus, with everyone else playing supporting roles. Even if they wanted to get involved, they simply weren't qualified. In the end, when the game finished, Jack Mason's team won by a five-point margin, and Jack Mason himself scored an impressive 40 points. He was in great form today. On the other side, David Petraeus wasn't bad either, racking up 33 points. As for Henry Lincoln, he quietly followed behind Jack Mason, sneaking in 2 points and dishing out 5 assists. All his other stats were zeros—no rebounds, no steals, no blocks, and likewise, no turnovers or fouls. It was clear that whenever he got the ball, he just handed it straight to Jack Mason—no dribbling, no moving, and definitely no defense. Of course, he didn't know how to move or defend anyway.

With a performance like that, Henry Lincoln naturally couldn't attract any attention from Jerry Sloan, let alone have Jerry Sloan suddenly appreciate his "unique physique," promote him to the NBA, and then have Henry Lincoln rise step by step in the NBA thanks to Sloan's support, crushing gods and Buddhas alike, stepping on Jordan, punching Malone, and building a dynasty. That's just the stuff of novels. In reality, even Henry Lincoln himself never had such thoughts.

He had no dreams of the NBA, because there was no money in it for him. He knew that a player like Mr. Mason could make big money in the NBA, but if he went, he'd just be mopping the floors—he'd be better off working at McDonald's. So, in Henry Lincoln's mind, he was already planning to finish this job and then go back to being a part-timer at McDonald's.

"Kid, don't think that just because you're hanging around with Jack Mason you'll have a shot at the NCAA. There's absolutely no chance. Even if you tried to pull strings, nobody would want someone who can't even dribble properly." "That's right, someone who's only played basketball for a year wants to get into the sport's highest temple? That's an insult to basketball itself!"

"Here's your chance—get out of the basketball team. You're not welcome here!"

Of course, while Henry Lincoln had no ambition to get into the NBA or NCAA, others didn't see it that way. In fact, to them, Henry Lincoln was their biggest rival.

After this training match ended, as the brightest star players, Jack Mason and David Petraeus were naturally surrounded by many scouts and even other NCAA coaches, while the rest of the players were ignored. This showed just how hot these two were in Utah right now. Maybe top schools like UCLA or North Carolina Duke didn't care for them, but plenty of other NCAA teams were willing to offer them scholarships.

In this situation, it wasn't hard for these two to recommend a couple of practice partners to go to college with them. Of course, these practice partners wouldn't get full scholarships, but it was still a spot to move up to a bachelor's degree, not to mention a chance to fulfill their NCAA dreams.

So, after Henry Lincoln had completely "monopolized" Jack Mason, he became the most hated person among these guys, because in their eyes, Henry Lincoln had cost them the chance to get close to Jack Mason.

Of course, as far as Henry Lincoln was concerned, the reason they couldn't get close to Mr. Mason was because Mr. Mason's English was terrible, and in fact, Mr. Mason wasn't interested in dealing with them anyway.

But obviously, with Henry Lincoln's personality, he wasn't about to explain anything to these guys. Whether he was ostracized or targeted, it didn't matter to him, because these guys weren't going to give him any chance to make money.

So, faced with their sarcasm and ridicule, Henry Lincoln did as he always did—he turned around and walked straight out of the gym, heading for the locker room to change.

"NCAA, NBA, who the hell would want to go? Just a bunch of idiots shouting about their dreams!"

Just like always, a look of disdain appeared on Henry Lincoln's lips as he glanced at these guys, and likewise, they looked at Henry Lincoln's back with gritted teeth, almost seething with hatred.

"FUCK, I really want to beat the crap out of that bastard!"

At that moment, almost everyone was thinking the same thing. And just then, as Henry Lincoln was about to reach the door, a basketball suddenly shot out from the crowd, flying straight at Henry Lincoln. With a loud bang, under everyone's shocked gaze, the ball shattered and the person fell.

Lying on the ground, Henry Lincoln felt something hit the back of his head, but before he could think, this young man—hated by his own teammates and suddenly ambushed—lost consciousness.

Chapter Two: Kobe, I Hate You!

"FUCK, a bunch of idiots actually dared to ambush me!"

On the hospital bed in the infirmary of Utah Valley Community College, Henry Lincoln was feeling extremely frustrated as he lay there. Today was his last day at this crappy school, and it could also be said it was his last day on the school's basketball team.