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Louis was awakened from his sleep by a sound that wasn't very loud but continued persistently. He turned over with difficulty, opened his bleary eyes, looked at the watch beside his pillow, and said, disgruntled:

"Stephen, what are you doing? It's only 6 o'clock!"

Curry, who was getting dressed, restrained his movements. He stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his clothes.

"What time did we go to bed yesterday?" Louis gradually became more awake. "It seemed to be 1 o'clock? Why did you get up so early?"

After the Bulldogs won the final last night, fans had been partying wildly outside Hinkle Fieldhouse until midnight.

Of course, Louis had been one of them. It was already half-past twelve when he and Curry returned to their dormitory. After a quick wash, they went to bed at 1 a.m.

"Have you forgotten? There will be a championship parade on campus this morning, and I'm getting ready," Curry explained as he tied his tie.

He had just dug out the suit he hadn't worn since the entrance ceremony and meticulously prepared it for today's championship parade.

Louis sprang out of bed, found the socks he had thrown down yesterday, and hurriedly put them on his feet. "Wait a minute; I'll be ready soon!"

The two men got dressed, found a bag of bread, quickly filled their stomachs, and headed out to Hinkle Fieldhouse.

At this time, the sun was rising, and the soft red glow enveloped the entire school. It was March, and the weather wasn't that cold anymore. Only a slight chilly breath penetrated the lungs with every breath.

The usually quiet Butler campus was particularly noisy today, and many students were already out walking on the streets.

Many of them had celebrated wildly outside Hinkle Fieldhouse last night and went to bed who knows when, but they still woke up early to participate in the championship parade.

For a small school like Butler, the school team often played the role of a runner-up in various competitions. However, this year's Bulldogs had won the Horizon League championship in an unrivaled manner, which greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of the students.

Of course, the most important reason was that today was Sunday; otherwise, few students would dare to skip classes to attend the celebration.

After one season, Curry had become an absolute celebrity at Butler University, and his rate of turning heads when he walked down the street was almost 100%.

He had been accustomed to this kind of attention since high school, but Louis waved and greeted people as if it were him they were looking at, which amused Curry.

The two men arrived at Hinkle Fieldhouse, where a high platform had been built overnight. Liam Gonzales and Stevens were already there, chatting and laughing under a tree, surrounded by other members of the coaching staff and some Bulldogs players.

Curry and Louis parted ways, and Curry trotted over:

"Coach, Coach Stevens, you guys are here so early."

Liam looked back and saw Curry, and said with a smile:

"Our hero is here."

Curry chuckled, shrugged, and made a smug expression, causing everyone to laugh, before he joined his teammates.

When Liam saw this familiar scene, he felt as if he had returned to his previous life, watching a Warriors game.

After one season, Curry no longer felt the unfamiliarity he had when he first joined the team. His playful side gradually emerged, making him the most popular person on the team.

As the sun rose higher, more and more people gathered outside Hinkle Fieldhouse, and finally, all the Bulldogs arrived.

McCain Shrewsbury also arrived. Stevens saw that only he and a few basketball operations coordinators arrived, and raised his eyebrows:

"None of those 'masters' on the board of directors are here?"

McCain Shrewsbury looked around hurriedly and waved his hand nervously:

"Brad, there are a lot of people here; please be careful when you speak."

Stevens sneered, "The team just won the league championship, and they didn't even come to participate in the championship parade!"

"When the team goes further in the championship, they will show their support for the team," sighed McCain.

"Okay, Brad, we are the champions, be happy," Liam comforted.

He knew that the conservatives on the board of directors were still not optimistic about how far he could lead the team, or in other words, they did not want to see a Colombian looking proud after winning the championship.

This is Indiana, a land of fanaticism as well as a conservative city. Although it is located in the north, the traditional white forces here are very strong.

Everyone waited a while longer, and seeing that there were already thousands of people gathered around, McCain Shrewsbury signaled for the celebration to begin.

Liam was the first to step onto the podium, followed by the coaching staff and players, and finally the basketball operations department, led by Mike Shrewsbury.

Although it was called the "Champions Parade," it was actually just a small celebration; after all, the Bulldogs had only won the conference championship.

In the minds of Americans, March Madness is the real beginning of every NCAA season. The regular season and playoffs of each league are just appetizers. Fans are not so much happy about winning the championship as they are excited about seeing their team enter March Madness.

Liam stood in front of the podium and cleared his throat. The sound of his voice spread through the microphone to the entire lawn outside the Hinkle Fieldhouse, attracting the attention of all the fans, and the scene gradually became quiet.

He waited for a while before speaking:

"You all should know me, right? There are many Colombians at Butler, but I am probably the only one who can stand in front of the bench and yell at your star players."

There was laughter from the audience.

"No kidding," Liam said seriously, "We beat Indiana University last night. To be honest, I've been fed up with those guys for a long time. What's so great about them? They just had Larry Bird. After Bird entered the NBA, they never made it to the NCAA finals!"

He paused, his brows suddenly furrowed:

"Huh, it seems we haven't made it to the finals yet?"

The laughter in the audience became louder; some boys whistled, and the players and coaches on the stage also smiled.

"Ahem, let's get down to business this time!" Liam coughed twice, pretending to be serious.

He turned sideways and glanced at the people behind him one by one, and said in a low voice:

"No matter how pale our past is, we beat Indiana University. After four years, we are once again on the stage of March Madness! We have the best coaching staff, the best players, the best director of operations... and of course, the youngest head coach."

"Before the start of the season, many people were not optimistic about the Bulldogs, my coaching, and Stephen, but now, it turns out that they were wrong. I don't want to say too much because the Bulldogs' journey has just begun. Please look forward to our performance in March Madness," he continued.

"But please forget about March Madness today, because... we are the champions!"

Liam held up the championship trophy on the podium. The players behind him gathered around, put their hands on it, and shouted loudly:

"Bulldog, let's go!"

The atmosphere in the audience suddenly exploded, with enthusiastic cheers, sharp whistles, and chaotic applause all ringing out at the same time.

Liam held the trophy for a while, then turned and walked down the stage. The people behind him followed, and the fans gathered around, cheering.

They would parade around the campus, and this simple but passionate championship celebration would come to an end.

Liam, who was walking in front of the team, handed the trophy to Curry, shook his slightly sore wrist, and smiled at Stevens:

"I like this feeling. What would it be like if the team could win the championship?"

"The stage is a little higher, more people speak, and more people join the parade, that's all," Stevens said lightly.

"Oh...that's all." Liam sighed.

Stevens saw that Liam seemed really disappointed and burst out laughing:

"Do you really believe this? If Butler can win the championship, the whole of Indianapolis will be in a frenzy. The last time an Indiana university won the championship was 20 years ago. We will become city heroes!"

"That's what I said. It doesn't make sense that the NBA champion can have a city-wide parade, but the NCAA champion can't," Liam said with a smile.

"Liam, I believe you can lead the team to win the national championship, just like you recruited Stephen and defeated Indiana State. You have always been on the road to victory," Stevens said seriously.

Liam looked at Stevens in surprise, looking him up and down.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" Stevens felt a little nervous being scrutinized and quickly checked his clothes.

"It's okay. I just didn't expect you to praise me. Are you possessed by an alien?"

"Get lost!"

Liam was pushed by Stevens, but a faint smile appeared on his face:

"This is just the beginning. We still have a long way to go. You have to help me."

"Of course, I think it would be nice to add 'assistant coach of a championship team' to my resume," Stevens said.

The two of them laughed and gradually walked forward surrounded by enthusiastic fans.

They believed that as long as they continued on this path, this wasn't a simple championship parade but the beginning of more glories to come.

End of this chapter

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