When Huang Rixin saw that the person Wang Yi had called in to train him was Zhang Yu, he was a little reluctant.
He'd thought Brother Yi would assign a real coach to teach him. He hadn't expected it to be a student who hadn't even graduated yet.
Of course, Zhang Yu was famous at Huali Basketball School these days. He often played games with the team at other schools, and his three-point shooting was truly impressive.
But just as famous as his three-pointers was his reputation as a troublemaker.
He used to get into fights with other students at the drop of a hat. Now he frequently got into arguments with the coaches.
You could say he was a headache for the whole school.
Huang Rixin hadn't expected Brother Yi to put him in this guy's hands.
Zhang Yu wasn't pleased either.
He looked Huang Rixin up and down, his eyes full of disdain.
"Brother Yi, sure, he's got some talent as a shooter, but look at his build. He's under 1.8 meters tall, weighs less than a hundred, can't run or jump, and has poor coordination. In other words, apart from shooting, he's no good at anything."
Huang Rixin's brow furrowed tightly as he listened.
He wanted to argue, but with his personality, he didn't dare challenge Zhang Yu.
Wang Yi shot Zhang Yu a look. "Your wings have grown, huh? You're saying he's no good at anything except shooting, but isn't basketball about putting the ball through the hoop?"
Zhang Yu grinned. "Brother Yi, now you're just splitting hairs. I mean he's lacking in running, jumping, coordination, explosiveness, and pretty much everything else. There's no need to waste too much time on him. Huang Rixin, I'm pretty blunt, so don't take it personally."
Huang Rixin frowned and