The Coach's Desperation
The incident on the baseball field—an effortless, high-stakes defensive maneuver performed while holding a cup of coffee—created a seismic shift in the Imperial Star University sports world. It was impossible to keep quiet.
The two men most profoundly affected were the Head Coaches: Coach Chen (Baseball) and Coach Gao (Basketball). Both were legends in their fields, both fiercely competitive, and both suddenly realized that the casually elegant Li Tianyi was the single greatest athletic talent they had ever witnessed.
Li Tianyi, having returned to his penthouse to enjoy a quiet afternoon of portfolio management, received a notification on his customized holographic communication device. It was an urgent joint meeting request.
"Chairman Li," Su Qingyao announced calmly, though her expression betrayed slight amusement. "The Head Coaches of the university's top-tier Baseball and Basketball teams are demanding an immediate audience. They are currently locked in a shouting match with Long Wei in the lobby."
"Such emotional inefficiency," Li Tianyi sighed, adjusting the knot of his silk bathrobe. "Send them to the minimalist meeting room. Inform them they have precisely five minutes to present their case without raising their voices."
The Dual Offer
The two coaches, seasoned veterans accustomed to command, entered the pristine, white meeting room. They were visibly agitated, their uniforms rumpled.
Coach Chen (Baseball) spoke first, cutting off Coach Gao. "Chairman Li! What you did on the field—that precision, that raw kinetic control! You have to join my team! You are the missing piece! We need you for the upcoming National Collegiate Baseball League!"
"Nonsense!" Coach Gao (Basketball) roared, shoving Chen aside. "His footwork, his visual processing speed—that is a pure playmaker! We need him for the East Coast Basketball Championship! You could single-handedly dominate the league, Chairman Li!"
Li Tianyi leaned back in his leather chair, observing the chaos with cool detachment. He found their passion admirable, but their lack of coordination highly irritating.
"Gentlemen," Li Tianyi stated, his voice calm, cutting through their rivalry. "Your emotional output is excessive. I am not interested in work. My focus is enjoyment and maintaining my personal equilibrium. Competitive sports are, by definition, an exercise in strenuous, chaotic effort."
The Elegant Double Solution
The coaches pleaded, offering endless sponsorships and lifetime endorsement deals, all of which Li Tianyi already commanded through his family's wealth.
Finally, Li Tianyi waved a hand dismissively. He used his innate analytical processing—the modern evolution of his System—to review the entire Collegiate League schedule in his head in two seconds flat.
"Fine," Li Tianyi conceded, recognizing a political necessity. If the Dragon Capital Group controlled the financial landscape, it should also subtly control the cultural landscape.
"I will join both teams," he declared, silencing the room.
The coaches stared. "But... the practice schedules, the travel time..." stammered Coach Chen.
Li Tianyi smiled faintly. "Your scheduling is messy. I have already analyzed the two leagues' logistical timelines. The National Collegiate Baseball League holds its primary season in the late spring and summer, while the East Coast Basketball Championship peaks in the late fall and winter."
He continued, his tone one of superior instruction: "There is only a minimal two-week overlap window in November, which can be elegantly navigated by using my private jet for regional transport and focusing my physical output efficiently."
"I will join the Baseball team for the Spring Season as your starting pitcher/shortstop, and I will join the Basketball team for the Winter Season as your point guard. I will not attend tedious practice sessions. I will only appear for games that matter."
The coaches were overwhelmed. They had come begging for one team's savior; they left with an elegant, perfectly scheduled athlete who would dominate both national leagues—all while maintaining his philosophy of minimal effort.
"Now," Li Tianyi concluded, rising from his chair. "The meeting is over. I must go purchase a suitable, aesthetically pleasing baseball glove. I find the cheap leather from the Academy field deeply offensive to my standards."