Yin Meilin hadn't expected Wang Yi to be so unyielding, even talking back to a pretty girl like her.
She looked a little awkward.
"Brother Yi, you're making me feel a little embarrassed."
Wang Yi shook his head and said nothing.
Yin Meilin continued:
"Brother Yi, first, let me make my position clear. No matter how this plays out, I'll definitely support you in the end. A talent like Pang Bo absolutely belongs on the National Team. If he isn't selected, it'll be a complete injustice."
As she spoke, she edged closer to Wang Yi.
He could smell her perfume.
She leaned toward his ear and spoke softly. "Brother Yi, don't tell Director Zhu I said this, okay? If you do, I'll lose my job."
Wang Yi shifted away a little. "If we're not doing anything shameful, then there's no reason to hide it."
Yin Meilin gave another awkward smile. "Brother Yi, I came here to support you. You don't have to argue with me over every little thing. You're making me feel so awkward."
Wang Yi shook his head without replying.
Yin Meilin continued:
"Brother Yi, I'm definitely supporting you and Pang Bo playing in the Basketball World Cup. If the two of you work together, you'll shock everyone and show those Westerners that Chinese basketball has a chance to rise again."
Then her voice grew softer and more gentle. She seemed like a loving wife speaking to her husband after he'd come home from a long day at work—though of course, not every wife acted that way:
"I know Chinese sports have a lot of problems. Otherwise, basketball and soccer wouldn't have struggled to improve for so many years. But we can't fix that overnight. We have to take it one step at a time. So, Brother Yi,