UCLA won the conference championship.
Yet post-game coverage of their title was surprisingly scarce.
Everyone's attention was focused elsewhere.
They all wanted to know: had Yuuto, this Asian prodigy guard, actually experienced racial discrimination on the court?
The head referee immediately went public to deny the allegation.
He wasn't racist—in fact, he was a Bruins and Yu fan.
To prove it, he even displayed a UCLA jersey, insisting he'd simply made honest mistakes. There was absolutely no targeting of Yuuto. He was not a racist.
However.
Internet sleuths quickly analyzed the photo.
The jersey in the ref's hands was brand new—even though he'd cleverly tried to make it look worn.
The problem?
Yuuto had only joined UCLA this year. This was his first NCAA season.
How could a jersey with his name and #10 possibly look old and worn?
The ref who'd outsmarted himself felt his heart skip several beats.
But he adamantly denied being racist. This accusation was too damaging—nobody could afford that label.
What was most infuriating was that he genuinely hadn't discriminated against Yuuto. This kid was absolutely shameless.
But he couldn't voice his frustration. All he could do was post on social media: "I always wear this jersey when I play pickup ball, so it gets washed a lot and looks worn."
Fans weren't buying it, but they couldn't immediately produce evidence.
Just as Yuuto predicted, the incident exploded across America.
Because he played for UCLA in California—right in the heart of Hollywood.
Tabloid reporters were like cats smelling blood, eager to blow this up as big as possible.
Under their relentless narrative-driving, Los Angeles became ground zero for "justice warriors" who rallied under the banner of "anti-racism," demanding the NCAA revoke Eddie Warren's officiating credentials.
The next day, Steve returned to his office, made himself a coffee, and prepared to enjoy his morning while reading about media praising him.
He opened the newspaper.
Well damn—the news of UCLA's championship was tucked in a corner. The entire front page belonged to Yuuto's post-game accusations.
"Fuck! I should've gagged that Asian!"
Steve nearly spit out his coffee.
Then he realized—Yuuto was about to blow up.
He didn't even need to wait for the NCAA tournament. He'd already captured the nation's attention.
"That kid is definitely getting drafted."
Steve could tell from the momentum—there was no way Yuuto would stay another year in college.
No NBA team was stupid enough to pass on a star this hot.
...
The Anthony Davis household, meanwhile, was silent.
His Kentucky Wildcats had also won their conference championship.
Yet now.
His name had completely vanished from American sports coverage.
The naive Brow had thought just playing well would be enough. His agent had told him the same thing.
And now?
The entire country was discussing his biggest rival for the top pick.
"Unfair? Where's the unfairness for him? I'm the one being treated unfairly!"
"We're both champions! Why is everyone talking about him?! Fuck, this isn't fair!"
Anthony Davis exploded.
At this rate, his number-one pick was genuinely in jeopardy—everyone was focused on that damn Asian kid.
And what NBA teams saw was commercial value!
"Don't worry, AD. We'll handle it." His agent tried to calm him down, promising to deal with it.
But Davis wasn't buying it. "Handle it how?! Even the damn Animal Protection Society is rallying behind Yu!!!"
It was that absurd.
Fine, sports media—whatever. But why were random organizations that dealt with animals, not people, getting involved?
"At this point, if you told me he was running for president, I'd believe you."
Anthony Davis couldn't accept it.
Why was the guy who just played basketball being ignored while this circus took center stage?
If Yuuto knew what he was thinking, he'd suggest Davis ask his idol LeBron.
This was the power of narrative and hype.
But Yuuto himself hadn't anticipated this explosion. No wonder those guys played the discrimination card at the drop of a hat—it was the ultimate shield.
What really crushed Davis came next.
Still fuming, he decided to play video games to blow off steam.
And wouldn't you know it—a pop-up announced that Yuuto had been invited as a guest on The Ellen Show.
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"Fuck! Get off my computer!"
Anthony Davis's mental state collapsed.
...
Meanwhile.
Yuuto was preparing for his first TV appearance.
The Ellen DeGeneres Show.
A popular talk show that loved discussing interesting stories and interviewing celebrities.
The taping was in Los Angeles, so Yuuto arrived at the studio quickly.
The host warmly welcomed the superstar who'd turned America upside down.
Plus, the stories Yuuto had shared in his post-game interview were perfect for their show's content.
They planned to use Yuuto as a lens to reflect the campus experiences of Asians—and other minorities—in America.
Then.
They handed him a script.
I knew it. Every show has a script. Where's the "real" and "authentic" they always claim?
Yuuto occasionally watched talk shows and had long suspected that celebrities who seemed so quick-witted were just following scripts.
He calmed down and reviewed the material.
He needed to wrap this up quickly.
Hype was fine—but his real job was still playing basketball. He needed to put up numbers so dominant that no NBA team could ignore him.
The world was cruel.
If someone without ability faced discrimination, it wouldn't make much of a splash.
After Bruce Lee became famous, even in that dark era, he faced relatively little discrimination—because nobody dared.
As the saying goes: you need to be strong yourself before demanding respect.
This applied even to LeBron. He loved his media games, but his dominance was undeniable.
That part was unhatable.
Soon, taping began.
After Ellen's standard opening, she immediately brought Yuuto out.
Today, Yuuto had dressed up—wearing a tailored suit that accentuated his well-built physique.
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