Wang Yi stayed at Huali Basketball School for a month.
During that month, Zhang Yu, who had been a troublemaker, seemed like a docile kitten under Wang Yi's watch.
He didn't cause a single problem. He didn't get into any fights, or even have a minor squabble.
He also performed exceptionally well on the court.
He played at his peak in every game.
In those games, Wang Yi established a three-point offense built around Zhang Yu, allowing many people back home to see what he could do.
Some media outlets even hailed Zhang Yu as a rising star in the country.
There were also plenty of clips of Zhang Yu's three-pointers on Douyin and other short-video platforms.
Besides his old nickname, Octopus, he'd acquired a new one: Three-point Rain.
All of this had gone to Zhang Yu's head a little.
Every so often, his pride showed.
Of course, he was docile in front of Wang Yi. But around everyone else, he was gradually becoming less like the old Xiao Yu, who'd worked part-time in the cafeteria to save his family a little money.
He'd stopped working part-time in the cafeteria.
When the cafeteria manager asked why he wasn't coming in anymore, Zhang Yu raised his chin. "I'm already seventeen. I'll be playing professionally soon. Once I'm in the pros, this kind of money won't even be enough to buy me a snack."
He also often bragged to his classmates. "What? Why did I cut in line? On the basketball court, the winner rules. I scored thirteen more points than you in every game."
Many of the other coaches had noticed. Wang Jianhua even came to see Wang Yi himself. "That kid seems to be getting a little too full of himself. Someone needs to knock some sense into him."
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