Principal Xu said, "Old Wang, only your son can keep him in line."
Another coach shook his head and said:
"It's not that Wang Yi can keep him in line. This guy genuinely worships Wang Yi. Besides, Wang Yi was the one who brought him out of the mountains back then. If it weren't for Wang Yi, Zhang Yu might still be working in some factory. Wang Yi did him a great kindness, so of course he behaves himself around him."
"It's like brine setting tofu—there's always something that can keep you in check. Not a single coach at this school can rein this guy in, but he's respectful as can be around Wang Yi. What can you do?"
Half an hour later, both teams had finished warming up.
Four or five coaches stood on the sidelines, Principal Xu among them, all looking forward to the game.
By now, they knew Wang Yi well. They understood that he hadn't come to let these young players get slaughtered.
Wang Yi wanted the third team to put up a good fight against the first team. But given his personality, he would never ask the first team to go easy on them. That made this game very interesting.
The third and first teams were so far apart in ability. How could they possibly make it a close game?
And what made it even more interesting was that this was a battle between Wang Jianhua and his son, Wang Yi.
They wanted to see how the two of them coached their teams—and what sparks would fly on the court.
The game began.
Wang Yi sent out the Five Tiger Generals.
The coaches beside him started discussing the lineup.
Principal Xu shook his head slightly. "The same starting lineup again? The first team is even