Uncle Wang began by showering Wang Yi with praise. Then, before Wang Jianhua could say anything, he turned to Wang Yi and said,
"Wang Yi, you've really made our village proud. Now, wherever I go, if I mention that I'm from the same village as you, people immediately look at me differently. Once, I went to the provincial capital, and while I was having a meal, I told the restaurant owner we were from the same village. He refused to charge me. I kept insisting that I had to pay, but he wouldn't take a cent. Everyone in our village has benefited from your fame."
Wang Liang, sitting nearby, was already acting like they were old friends.
"Brother Wang Yi, you're the hero of our whole village now. I like playing basketball too. I watch every one of your games, and I've always tried to copy your moves."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and poured Wang Yi a cup of tea.
Wang Yi nodded politely at them.
"Say what you came to say," Wang Jianhua said. "No need to beat around the bush."
Uncle Wang scratched his head awkwardly. "Then I'll be frank. My son here hasn't been any good at studying since he was little. Now that he's in middle school, he can't focus on his studies at all. He barely finished ninth grade, and he absolutely refuses to go to high school. But he took after Wang Yi and really likes basketball. He even made the school team in tenth grade and stayed on it for a while. He got kicked off later for causing trouble."
"Now he absolutely refuses to go to high school and insists on playing basketball. We farmers don't have any connections, so I was wondering if he might be able to go