The two kids started practicing as Wang Yi had instructed. The lanky Shi Qing went straight to shooting threes.
He made his first two shots and was thrilled. Then he started trying different shots.
From the left corner;
From the right corner;
From the top of the arc;
After dribbling, off the catch, and even step-back threes.
But of the next few shots, he made only one.
After showing off, he turned to Wang Yi and gave an awkward smile. "Brother Yi, my shooting percentage might be a little low, but my form should be fine, right?"
Wang Yi didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the older-looking kid.
That kid was practicing layups.
He took the first two seriously, but for the third, he had the lanky Shi Qing defend him and started practicing Eurosteps and up-and-under moves.
Then came the Yugoslav step, the Souma step, and all sorts of other moves.
He seemed to have practiced them a lot, but it was obvious that his footwork was unsteady.
All it would take was a little push, and he'd fall over.
Once, he nearly fell while going up for a layup after a spin move.
But he didn't seem to notice.
Instead, he looked smugly at Prince, as if seeking praise from Wang Yi. Brother Yi, how was that?
Wang Yi didn't look at him. He turned to Wang Jianhua and Principal Yu instead.
Is this what you've been teaching your students?
Where was that drive you had when you taught me?
When Wang Yi was a child, Wang Jianhua had taken him to the National Team to train.
Back then, almost every National Team player had taught Wang Yi a signature move.
But before teaching him those moves, they hadn't jumped straight into them. They'd first made sure he