Brian Carter looked over the training requirements for "Phased Outburst."

"6+6+6 training over 24 hours, no physical limits during training, required equipment: ... Once preparations are complete, you can start the preliminary training task. Note: All normal physical reactions to exercise will occur."

Brian Carter thought for a moment and roughly understood what it meant...

"Train to death on the edge of physical collapse? But your stamina never actually hits the limit? Always hovering on the brink of half-dead?"

Chapter 0005: Hard Work Is Important, But You Can't Miss Out on Girls

After his morning run, shower, and breakfast, Brian Carter wrote down some of the equipment needed for "phased training" in his notebook. Some of the equipment was already in the villa, but most of it was broken and needed to be replaced.

Luckily, when he first arrived here, he had bought these things from a store. The broken ones could be recycled, and he could buy new ones at a very low discount.

To be honest, "broken" just meant they hadn't been used in a long time—some were rusty, some had moving parts that were stuck.

After listing out what he needed, he checked the money in his cash and credit card savings accounts. Altogether, there was over $17,000. Brian Carter felt great—this was about 100,000 RMB. He'd never had so much money before. Upgrading some fitness equipment wouldn't be a problem, and he'd still have over $10,000 left as "salary."

"Your parents are really generous... Well, since I inherited your estate, your parents are my parents now." Looking at the credit card statement's balance, Brian Carter felt a bit lightheaded...

Once he was ready, Brian Carter drove the used BMW M3 he bought last year for over $2,000 from the garage. He got it at a bank auction of bad debt assets. For locals, it was almost like getting it for free—a Porsche at that auction went for less than $10,000.

A little after nine, Brian Carter drove to the school following the route in his memory.

He followed his memory to the classroom.

"Noah, help me get Nash's autograph..."

"Can you take me to the gym? I want a photo with O'Neal... Oh... of course, I'll do anything you want in return..."

"Noah, can you give this gift to Diao for me? He's so handsome..."

"......"

"......"

As soon as Brian Carter entered the classroom, he was surrounded.

Recently, Brian Carter had become a celebrity at the main campus of the University of Phoenix's School of Financial Management. The University of Phoenix has over 200 campuses and more than 300,000 students in total. No one had ever played in the NBA... The only one was O'Neal, but he didn't actually graduate from this university—he just used their resources to get a master's degree.

"Alright, alright..." Brian Carter accepted a bunch of signed items and posters, and also took some things that looked suitable to give away, planning to deliver them to the Suns players.

Taking advantage of others' generosity to give gifts and build relationships—Brian Carter thought that was pretty good.

But ever since his "horizons broadened," Brian Carter had lost interest in the girls in his class or department. After hooking up, things got awkward when they met again.

There was only one class this morning, starting at ten.

Brian Carter found a big bag to pack the gifts and autograph items he was supposed to deliver. Just before ten, a white guy a little shorter than Brian Carter, over 1.8 meters tall, sat down next to him.

"Hey, Noah, you really missed out last night. There was a pair of twins—jealous, huh?" As soon as he sat down, this white guy started chattering quietly next to Brian Carter.

"John Haps, 20 years old, classmate, bad influence..."

That was Brian Carter's impression of the guy from his memories. The things coming out of his mouth now were exactly the same as in his memories—a total womanizer.

Honestly, seeing this close friend who looked a lot like a young Leonardo DiCaprio, Brian Carter understood why he could run wild at school with this guy...

That face... not many girls at school or in bars could resist. Brian Carter was the one being dragged along for the ride...

Maybe it was habit, but Brian Carter naturally responded to the guy nicknamed "Little Leonardo": "No, no, no... I'm not jealous at all. I'm about to be a big NBA star—I'll have all the girls I want. I'm really not jealous at all."

"Tch, it's just a charity game, isn't it? Noah, are you sure you didn't put fake info like 'disabled' or 'cancer' in your profile? If you get found out, you'll be so embarrassed. How are we supposed to pick up girls then?" John joked.

But there was some real concern—after all, most of the time, NBA teams only do these kinds of events in games that don't matter anymore.

"No... The teacher's here, let's have class first. After class, come with me to buy some stuff..."

...

According to the new memories, Brian Carter was a freshman, but for Brian Carter himself, he'd been away from college for three years. Returning to campus felt pretty special.

Unlike his original major in design, this Brian Carter was studying financial management, which was also a popular major at the University of Phoenix's main campus.

But the classes... Brian Carter really couldn't understand much.