Huang Rixin thought to himself that he had to keep going.
Brother Yi had said he had a talent for shooting. As long as he worked hard enough, he could become Huang Ritian!
So Wang Yi had someone bring Huang Rixin his phone and asked him to call his parents himself.
When the call connected, Huang Rixin's parents sounded delighted.
His mother said, "Rixin, your dad and I watched your game today. You were incredible! My boy was incredible! Your third uncle, your auntie, and lots of neighbors came over to visit. They all said my Rixin was amazing. Mom's so happy! Your dad was so happy he didn't even go to the construction site this afternoon. Hey, come say a few words to your son! Say something!"
From the other end of the call, Huang Rixin's father said, "What's there to say? You can talk."
His mother continued, "Don't think your dad isn't happy just because he won't say anything on the phone. He's thrilled. He even told me just now that when you come home for winter break, he'll make you your favorite lamb dumplings."
Huang Rixin listened to his mother's chatter. After a while, when she finally paused, he said, "Mom, I might not be able to come home for winter break this year."
His mother fell silent at once.
Then Huang Rixin heard his father's voice through the phone, suddenly grave. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Huang Rixin realized his parents had misunderstood and quickly said, "No, nothing happened. It's just that Brother Yi said he wants to hire a coach specifically to train my shooting."
His mother hadn't yet understood what that meant. All she noticed was that her son might not come home for the New Year, and she sounded worried. "Even so, they