The students all fell silent.
They all knew Zhang Yu had a great vertical leap, speed, and explosiveness. His talent was the best in the class, and even among all the students recruited this year, he was probably the best.
To be honest, it made far more sense for Brother Yi to give him extra coaching than to give it to anyone else.
But they still felt resentful.
After Wang Yi finished speaking, the students fell silent one by one.
What Wang Yi said made sense. That was simply how the world worked.
But deep down, they still couldn't accept it.
One student was sitting on the ground. He had just fainted and been brought around.
He shook his head and said, "Brother Yi, I know I'm not as talented as him. I know I'm not as talented as a lot of people here. So, by your logic, people like us who aren't talented deserve to be abandoned, huh?"
Wang Yi turned to look at him, then glanced at the other students in class who had less natural talent.
"As your teacher and coach, I should encourage you. I should tell you that hard work can make up for a lack of talent, that the early bird gets the worm, and that you can achieve success through sweat and effort."
"But unfortunately, I won't say that, because it simply isn't true."
"In this world, everyone who has achieved something extraordinary is an unparalleled genius in their field."
"Think of the ancient writers you know: Li Bai, Du Fu, Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji. Every one of them had extraordinary literary talent. And the basketball stars you know—Curry, Durant, James, Kobe Bryant—which of them didn't have extraordinary talent for basketball?"
"You think Jimmy Butler isn't talented? He's only less talented compared with