I was there the night the Rockets picked Sheng Jing at No. 16—not as a gamble, but as a silent calculation. Back then, everyone saw a project; I saw an algorithm unfolding. He didn’t become a star because he was lucky—he became one because his numbers whispered truths no scout could hear. This is how quiet minds see futures: not in words, but in efficiency, spacing, and symmetries only math can decode.