Principal Zheng lowered the car window a little and continued:
"His mom and dad have already come to terms with it. As long as he doesn't break the law, they'll let him do whatever he wants. But as the principal of a basketball school, I can't watch someone with so much talent waste it on martial arts. Martial arts these days are all just for show. What kind of future can you have learning that? He'd be better off spending that time learning basketball at Huali School. Maybe one day he could even bring honor to the country—and make the Wang family proud."
"If he could make it to the NBA like Pang Bo, that would be the best possible outcome for a family that doesn't have much going for it."
Wang Yi shook his head. "Principal, I understand how you feel, and I understand your sense of responsibility as a parent. But that kid's so stubborn. Do you really think me going there will help?"
Principal Zheng gave a wry smile. "I don't know. But you're a national icon now. Even people who don't like basketball know who you are, and a lot of young people admire you. Your career has been so successful, and your life so far has gone so well. I think if you gave him some advice, he'd listen."
Wang Yi shook his head. "Principal Zheng, I'm happy to help you. But there's no guarantee he'll listen to me, so you should be prepared for that."
Principal Zheng nodded. "I know. I just want to help the country secure a talent. Of course, I have my own selfish reasons, too. I want my nephew to do well, and I want my sister and her family to have a better life."
"If this attempt doesn't work