
Two months in, I had played my way into the rotation. Then I broke the fifth metatarsal in my left foot — in a non-contact drill. The doctor said six months. I gave it two, and the one-month scan showed the gap had gotten wider. Somewhere in there I stopped listening to anyone and ate my way from 209 to 231 pounds. The foot healed at ten months. I started the 2023 opener at wide receiver.


I was in Washington, three months out of the country and three months away from the game, when the team made the final. I bought a ticket, flew back mid-semester, and got five practices in two weeks to relearn a playbook I had been away from. I started at wide receiver and played the full game: five catches, seventy yards. We won the 2025 CNFL national championship — my second national title in two years, and the first one I had to buy a plane ticket for.




I was never going to turn professional. I knew that the first day I picked up a ball. What the game was good for was getting me to the next place — it got me recruited out of middle school, it got me into a school I could not have tested into, and at USTB it made me captain of a team I had to hold together myself. Two years wearing the C, a CUBAL regional round of 16, a 3x3 runner-up. Then I put it down and moved to Washington, D.C.



No school wanted me in middle school. I trained my way into an invitation from Capital Normal University High School, started as a freshman, and by sixteen I was the team’s first option. So I stopped putting in the extra work. A broken toe, a torn ankle ligament, three months out, then a lockdown I spent making rap songs. I came back for my last year and started staying late with the freshmen instead of by myself. We took CHBL Beijing 3rd and the Traditional Schools League title — the school’s best in eight years. In 2026 those freshmen broke my record.


I learned basketball in primary school. No middle-school team would take me, so I ended up at a school that did not have one. In eighth grade I started it — an open call to anyone who wanted to play, and drills I taught myself off the internet. People left for exams and for schools abroad until we were down to six. Then the coach at Capital Normal University High School gave me a tryout and a condition: fifty pounds. I took his drills back to my team, and at the regional tournament we beat his own middle-school squad — a roster of recruited athletes, beaten by a group of ordinary students. He signed me after the season.


Rather than leave a trophy behind,
I would rather leave a culture —
a way of solving problems for whoever comes next.
That is what I think leadership is.
I only answer from what is written on this site.
Type a few words — I will show you where it says so.