While putting away the towels, Frank happened to spot Wang Yi coming over to the sideline, and he immediately perked up.
He had planned to rest for a few minutes, but instead he went right back to training, working even harder than before.
Watching him shuffle from side to side, Wang Yi silently assessed him.
The guy's lateral speed really wasn't bad, but that was only by ordinary standards.
By NBA standards, his lateral speed barely reached the middle of the pack.
He could defend against players with average speed, but against anyone a little faster, his lateral movement would be too slow.
That gave Wang Yi a bit of a headache.
In the NBA, this guy's athletic talent was utterly, astonishingly mediocre.
Where should he even start with training to make Frank at least somewhat useful on the court?
Wang Yi rested a hand against his forehead and thought for a full five minutes, yet still couldn't figure out what Frank was good at on the court.
As a Small Forward, he stood 2.02 meters tall—not particularly tall, but not short either.
As for his weight, NBA Small Forwards generally weighed between 90 and 120 kilograms. Frank weighed only 85, which was obviously too little.
A player like him couldn't score, and as for defense, who could he guard with his speed and scrawny frame?
"Haah."
Wang Yi sighed.
He shook his head, then called out, "Frank, come over and take a break."
When Frank saw his boss beckon, he immediately stopped training and jogged over.
Wang Yi handed him a bottle of water and said, "Rest for a few minutes, then we'll play one-on-one. I'll see which direction you should develop in."
Frank was delighted. He nodded like a pecking chicken. "That's great, boss! I've always hoped you'd