NBA: Northeast China's spectacular dunks sweep the entire league.

The afternoon sun in Auckland carried a sticky, southern feel, and the wind at the airport exit, carrying a wave of heat, made one's back feel damp.

Lin Hao was wearing a faded Warriors training uniform, with a worn-out travel bag at his feet and a printed sign in his hand that read "Dale Curry and his family" in crooked handwriting.

Zhao Dabao insisted on making it more formal, but his handwriting looked like chicken feet.

He glanced down at his phone; Dell Curry had posted a message half an hour earlier saying the flight had landed ten minutes early. Lin Hao draped the arrival sign over his arm, wondering if he should go buy a couple of bottles of ice water, when he heard the announcement that the flight had arrived.

"Let's go, let's go, he's probably out." He greeted Lao Zhang, a Warriors staff member standing next to him, and the two walked towards the exit. Lao Zhang was from Liaoning Province and had helped Lin Hao a lot when he first came to the Warriors. Now that he was here to pick up Lin Hao, he couldn't stop smiling: "Brother Lin, do you think Coach Dell and his family would be interested in our Golden State? I heard that his two sons have loved playing basketball since they were little."

"Why wouldn't I like him?" Lin Hao said frankly. "We have everything in Jinzhou, but we don't lack people who want to play basketball. Besides, I'm envious of Coach Dell's shooting after watching the replay. It would be a blessing for us to have him as our coach."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of passengers poured out of the passageway. Lin Hao, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted the tall man in the crowd wearing dark casual clothes—Dale Curry. He looked even more robust than in the video, and his face showed signs of fatigue from a long journey. Beside him was a woman carrying large and small bags, presumably his wife, and two young boys were also with them.

The older one looked about seven or eight years old, with his head down, clutching his mother's clothes, half his face hidden in the shadows, looking timid; the younger one was only five or six years old, carrying a small schoolbag, hopping and skipping forward, his eyes shining like they were filled with stars.

"Coach Dell!" Lin Hao waved quickly and strode over to him. Old Zhang helped carry the luggage from behind, muttering, "Slow down, slow down, don't fall."

When Dale Curry saw him, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He reached out and shook his hand firmly, saying, "Lin, thank you for coming all this way." His voice had a slight southern accent, and he spoke slowly, afraid that Lin Hao wouldn't understand.

"No trouble at all, it's nothing." Lin Hao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his Northeastern accent mixed with English. "This is my fellow villager, Lao Zhang, helping with the luggage. Sister-in-law, kid, you must have had a long journey!"

Dell's wife, Sonia, smiled and nodded, saying in somewhat broken Chinese, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

At that moment, the younger boy suddenly broke free from his mother's hand, ran to Lin Hao, craned his neck to look at him, and asked in a clear voice, "Are you the Chinese guy who can dunk from the free-throw line? My dad says you're amazing!"

Lin Hao was amused by him and squatted down to look him in the eye: "What's your name?"

"My name is Seth!" the little boy patted his chest. "My brother's name is Stephen. He's shy and doesn't talk much."

Lin Hao looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a little boy named Stephen hiding behind his mother, secretly observing him. Lin Hao waved to him: "Stephen, come here, Uncle brought you a present."

Stephen hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved over. Lin Hao took out two small boxes he had prepared beforehand from his travel bag and handed one to each of them: "Here, take these and play with them."

Inside the box were two Warriors commemorative badges, each with a small basketball engraved on the back. Seth was so happy that he immediately pinned them to his backpack, while Stephen, clutching the badges, whispered, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it!" Lin Hao laughed and took the two children's luggage bags. They were heavy, and he weighed them in his hand. "Come on, let's get in the car first. I'll take you to get something hot. There's a Northeastern-style iron pot stew place in Jinzhou that's incredibly delicious. I guarantee you've never had it before."

Dell Curry felt a little bad: "Lin, there's no need to go to so much trouble. Let's just go to the hotel and rest first."

"Forget about hotels, let's eat first!" Lin Hao waved his hand, his enthusiasm rising. "You guys just got off the plane, you must be hungry. When we Northeasterners entertain guests, the first thing we do is make sure you're full! Stewed fish in an iron pot, stewed goose, all you can eat! We'll go to the hotel after we eat. I've already booked the rooms, right next to the training hall, a ten-minute walk, very convenient."

Seeing his enthusiasm, Sonia couldn't help but smile: "Then... I'll have to trouble you."

"No trouble at all!" Lin Hao stuffed the luggage into the car, turned around and saw Stephen still standing there, then took out two cans of yellow peaches from his bag and stuffed them into the hands of the two children, "Here, take these and eat them, they're a specialty of Northeast China, they're very sweet! I loved eating these after training when I was a kid."