The news spread like wildfire.
"An 18-year-old NBA player? Wow! How did they pull that off?"
"Is that even possible in this day and age?"
"I don't know—maybe they're paving the way for a genius!"
Speculation buzzed around the globe, dominating headlines and social media alike. People debated whether Ross Oakley's meteoric rise was the result of sheer talent, savvy marketing, or something else entirely.
Videos of his highlights circulated endlessly, his face plastered on every trending feed. Yet, as the world marveled at his achievements, Ross himself remained utterly indifferent.
"Honestly, why do they care so much?" he muttered under his breath, reclining lazily in his chair during class. For him, the accolades and the hype were just noise. Life had far more enticing distractions. His girlfriends, for instance—far more engaging than any viral clip or headline.
But today, his attention was fixed on something, or rather someone, else.
