The day after arriving at the basketball school, Wang Liang couldn't wait to start learning and training.
Wang Liang was smart and learned quickly.
He only needed to hear the theoretical material once and review it a little to remember it completely.
He also grasped the key points of the techniques the coaches taught during training almost immediately.
The coaches and teachers all praised him for being a smart kid.
But after only two days in the beginner class, Wang Liang went to Wang Yi and said, "Brother Wang Yi, I understand why you had me start in the beginner class, but these moves are too simple. I can do them after just a few tries. Do I really have to keep practicing these beginner things? I want to move up to one of the faster-paced classes."
Wang Liang spoke with eager anticipation.
But Wang Yi shook his head. "No, you still need to stay in the beginner class. It's not enough just to remember the techniques. You have to practice them dozens, hundreds, even thousands of times, until the simplest moves become second nature."
"Once they've become second nature, you'll be able to handle the other moves with ease. When you use them on the court amid intense competition and fast-paced battles for the ball, you'll be less likely to make mistakes."
Hearing this, Wang Liang nodded. "I understand, Brother Wang Yi."
After Wang Liang turned and walked away, Wang Yi watched his retreating figure with a faint smile.
As expected, the kid needed to learn some patience.
Still, judging by how he'd been since arriving at Huali Basketball School, the kid really did seem a lot happier.
On the third day, after Wang Liang finished his morning theory and general education classes and was about to train, Wang