After finishing training and returning to the dorm, Hansen found the door was locked from the inside when he opened it.
He knocked on the door.
There was a rustling sound inside.
Soon the door opened, revealing Rondo with a red face.
"Are you watching Pornhub?"
Once inside and the door closed, Hansen sharply sniffed.
Thankfully, there was no smell of hydrangeas.
"No! Who watches that kind of stuff at night?" Rondo hastily waved his hand.
Then, Hansen noticed a camera on Rondo's bed.
"Are you into filming?" Hansen asked curiously.
"Hehe," Rondo unhesitatingly picked up the camera and handed it to Hansen.
Hansen looked at it puzzledly and was then dumbstruck.
The camera was playing an explicit scene.
This guy was clearly watching it yet denying it.
But he soon realized something was off—was this recorded by himself?
And the scene looked somewhat familiar.
"Is this from that nightclub last night?" he finally realized.
Nightclub sneaky filming, you're up to no good, buddy!
"Don't worry, they agreed to it," Rondo immediately explained.
Sure, you guys know how to have fun.
"Not bad shooting skills," Hansen remarked after watching, and handed the camera back to Rondo.
"Just make sure it doesn't leak."
Personal hobbies are fine, just don't become the next Teacher Chen.
"Han, can you really make it to the NBA?" Rondo, after putting away the camera, suddenly asked.
Hansen looked at Rondo, wondering why everyone was asking the same question today.
It seems today's performance had sparked a lot of imaginations.
"Don't worry, if I make it to the NBA, I will buy you a good camera first thing," Hansen promised.
"I'll be waiting!" Rondo beamed with joy, clearly passionate about filming.
After taking a shower and coming out, Rondo was no longer in the dorm, probably out having fun again.
But that was normal, the Second-tier Alliance wasn't as strict as the First-tier Alliance, and just like in his previous life, Rondo wasn't destined for a professional career.
After blow-drying his hair and lying on the bed, Hansen checked his system and noticed that the growth rate of "Hate Points" had slowed down again.
By now, he had accumulated over seven hundred, but that was still not enough.
He needed to keep on DIYing.
He first logged into his main account.
His main account had only sixty-something followers, including his own alternate accounts, which was truly a handful.
No help for it, fans in his country owning computers were still the minority, and no one used stuff like Facebook.
Otherwise, with the level of hate "Hansen" attracted, he would definitely have hundreds to thousands of haters.
After logging in, he posted a personal status:
"28 points > 22 points, the fact proves, I am a better shooter than Stephen Curry."
After posting the status, he started switching to his alternate accounts, starting the routine agitation on Curry's Facebook page.
This time, he divided his accounts into two groups, one to hate on himself, and the other to support himself.
In no time at all, there began a new round of condemnation, even more intense than last night.
Seizing an opportunity, he used one account to mention his main account under a comment "Han isn't even worthy of carrying Curry's shoes."
After about ten minutes, he logged onto his main account and appeared in the thread.
"If I were to switch teams with Stephen Curry, he might not perform as well as me."
Following this comment, a swarm of follow-up comments flooded in, and his main account's follower count skyrocketed.
Of course, the key point was that the [Hate Points] within the system finally accelerated again.
Who was he kidding? Hansen was the man holding the "BOAT Quotes," he was not easily stumped.
And this was the real reason Hansen made so many alternate accounts: to divert traffic.
Only by attracting haters to his own account could he cultivate them long-term.
And as the saying goes, "one hater is worth ten fans," as long as he had enough haters, his account would soon get lively.
...
The NCAA First-tier Alliance consists of 32 minor leagues which compete in regular season games, playoff games, and a tournament known as March Madness.
The tournament grants 68 slots, 32 from champions of their respective leagues and the rest 36 from wildcard teams.
The wildcard teams are selected by the League Committee based on their performance during the regular season.
This, however, creates an unfair scenario where teams from weaker leagues have a hard time impressing the committee through internal league matches.
To solve this issue, the NCAA allows teams to participate in some invitational warm-up games before the regular season officially starts.
The match between Barry University and Davidson College was one such game.
Usually, Second-tier League teams only get invited at the start of the season when some First-tier League teams need to warm up.
Otherwise, they only play against other Second-tier teams.
After the match with Davidson College, Barry University played three more Second-tier League games, achieving a record of 2 wins and 1 loss.
This season, they had already matched their record from the last season.
The main change in the team was the addition of Hansen, which indeed was the reason.
In those four games, Hansen averaged 19.5 points per game, with a 52% shooting accuracy and 39% from the three-point line.
He became the team's leading scorer and in the game against Northridge University, he posted impressive stats of 25 points, 10 rebounds, and 6 assists.
Such a performance was undeniably stellar, but it offered Hansen limited actual help.
This was what troubled Hansen the most at the moment.
Playing against First-tier League teams, due to the attention the matches attracted because of the opponents, he could seize the opportunity to attract haters.
But at other times, whether he played well or poorly, nobody cared.
Just like writing novels, it's not the criticism that hurts but the lack of anyone to criticize you.
Unable to earn [Hate Points] through matches, Hansen had to find another way.
One day after school, he returned to the dorm and seeing Rondo intently fiddling with his camera, Hansen walked straight up to him:
"Chris, grab your treasure, we're about to do something big."
"This time? Something big?" Rondo looked puzzled.
"Playing ball," Hansen said with a meaningful look.
Rondo's puzzled expression vanished in an instant, excitement bouncing him off the bed.
"Are you talking about this ball?"
Once Rondo was brought to the court by Hansen and saw him set up five ball racks with 25 balls on them, he was speechless.
He thought Hansen had been inspired by his last video and was inviting him to film a documentary about double-handed ball handling under pressure.
But Hansen's next words made him realize they indeed were about to do something big.
"I need your help filming a one-minute video of me making all 25 shots."