Pang Bo wasn't just talented; he worked hard, too. So all the teachers at the school were willing to teach him. Not only Wang Jianhua and Principal Yu, but even teachers who weren't Pang Bo's instructors would occasionally take time to give him pointers.
As a result, Pang Bo had learned a lot recently.
Wang Yi watched Pang Bo finish his demonstration and nodded.
He looked at all the students and said, "I've watched everyone's demonstrations. Clearly, Pang Bo was the only one who studied seriously. Almost everything the rest of you did was just fancy showboating."
His words left the students stunned.
They'd all assumed that what they'd been learning would earn them Brother Yi's praise.
They hadn't expected such a sharp rebuke.
"You've all been doing flashy stuff: the Souma step, consecutive step-backs, ultra-long three-pointers. So let me ask you this: have you ever used any of that in a real game?"
At that, all the students lowered their heads.
In fact, they'd played a game during their final exam last semester.
They'd made a complete mess of it.
Not one of them had managed to pull off any of the things they'd learned, like the Souma step or consecutive step-backs.
Only Pang Bo had used a variety of spin moves and footwork under the basket.
So that final exam game last semester had been less an exam than Pang Bo's personal showcase.
Seeing that the students had fallen silent, Wang Yi's expression grew serious. He spoke to them earnestly:
"In any field, you have to learn to walk before you can fly. If you want to practice calligraphy, you need to master regular script and clerical script before you try cursive."
"If you want to race cars, you need to learn to drive an ordinary car first."