Wang Liang grew a little anxious. "Brother Wang Yi, what should I do, then? I just want to play basketball."
Wang Yi waved a hand, signaling him to hold on.
"Don't rush. I'm not saying you definitely can't play basketball. I'm just saying that no matter how much you love it, you might not be able to play professionally in the future. Do you understand what I mean?"
Uncle Wang puffed away at his cigarette beside them, seeming to understand Wang Yi's words only vaguely.
Wang Liang, meanwhile, was set on playing basketball and hadn't even considered any other possibility.
Wang Yi could only try explaining it another way.
"If your talent isn't truly exceptional, then you'll have to work yourself to the bone if you want to play professional basketball someday. And even if you do, there's a good chance you'll spend your time on the bench. After sitting there for a few years, you might have no choice but to retire because there's no team for you to play on. You need to be mentally prepared for that."
Wang Liang was still set on playing basketball and wasn't thinking about anything else.
"Brother Wang Yi, I'll make it for sure. Don't worry!"
Wang Yi knew young people were like that. They hadn't suffered or faced setbacks, so they thought the world was theirs. Tell them anything, and they wouldn't listen.
Wang Yi could only turn to Uncle Wang and say, "Uncle Wang, I think you understand what I'm saying."
Uncle Wang thought it over and glanced at his son. He knew that talking to him about it now would be useless.
But as a parent, this was the time to make some decisions on his son's behalf.
What concerned him most wasn't whether his son could play basketball