At that thought, Shan He called Wang Yi back again.
"Brother Yi, if you were me, what would you choose?"
Wang Yi stopped and turned around.
He didn't say a word. Instead, he clenched his right fist and pounded his chest three times.
Then he looked deeply at Shan He.
After that, he paid him no further attention, turning away to speak with Coach Lan Jingshan.
Shan He was stunned.
He'd asked Brother Yi a question. Why hadn't he answered?
Once again, Shan He was left at a loss.
Still at a loss, Shan He left the court.
He ate lunch in a daze, got on the bus in a daze, and returned to Yude Middle School in a daze.
He spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze.
It wasn't until ten that night that he got home.
As he walked through the door, he looked confused and listless.
To be honest, Brother Yi had disappointed him today.
He'd thought that if anyone could help him, Brother Yi was the most likely person.
But when it came to this, Brother Yi was afraid of taking responsibility and hadn't even considered helping him.
That left him feeling discouraged.
At times, he'd even thought it might be better to quit basketball now.
Better a short pain than a long one.
He tossed his backpack onto the shoe cabinet by the door, changed his shoes, and headed for his room.
But as he passed through the living room, he saw his father and mother sitting on the sofa.
Judging by the way they looked, they seemed to be waiting for him.
His mother called out to him. "Son, you must be tired after playing today. Mom made your favorite braised eggplant and sweet-and-sour pork. Wait here—I'll bring it out for you."