"Besides, if you ask someone else to write it for you, it won't be a true autobiography. Some of your thoughts might not come across the way you want them to when they're put into someone else's words."
Wang Yi nodded. "You're right. But there's one more thing: would people think I was trying to cash in on my fans?"
Nicole helped put his concerns to rest.
"You don't need to worry about that. First of all, your fans want to know more about you, especially about your life off the court. Anyone who's a fan of yours would want to know about your past, or what was going through your mind at some important moment."
"Besides, your story is incredibly inspiring. You've said that when you were little, you'd already be up training while other kids were still in bed; how painful it was to push through your rehab after getting injured; and how you held on to your dream while you spent two years wandering the NBA without any team believing in you. Those are all incredibly inspiring experiences, and they can have a positive influence on your fans."
"As the Chinese saying goes, they're full of positive energy. That's all the more reason you should share it."
Encouraged by Nicole, Wang Yi nodded. "Since you put it that way, I'll start writing."
He got right to it.
Training had just ended for the day, and so had his children's basketball practice. He had nothing else to do.
Wang Yi immediately grabbed his laptop, sat down on the sofa, and set it on his lap.
But after opening a Word document, he sat there for a long time without pressing a single key.
Nicole made him another cup of fine flower tea and waited beside him for him