What surprised Wang Yi, though, was that even with Wang Le's exceptionally rare talent, there was no way he could make the National Team after less than a year of training.
Basketball wasn't sprinting. The techniques, skills, experience, tactics, and everything else it involved were far more complicated than sprinting.
Wang Jianhua seemed to have guessed what Wang Yi was thinking and continued:
"Of course, even though he's exceptionally talented, his current level still isn't good enough for the National Team."
"The reason all of us coaches and school administrators are pushing so hard for him is that his potential is enormous. Having him travel with the National Team to the Basketball World Cup and see the world would do wonders for his growth."
Wang Yi nodded. "That's true."
By the rules, Wang Le wasn't good enough to join the National Team yet. But in the long run, this would be tremendously beneficial both for his development and for the National Team as a whole.
There was no such thing as absolute fairness in the world. Rules were made for ordinary people like us.
As the saying went, special cases called for special treatment. People with extraordinary talent could often enjoy certain exceptions.
As ordinary people, we might envy them, but we shouldn't resent them. We had to learn to accept it.
Wang Jianhua continued:
"Our National Team has you at Shooting Guard, Zhang Jiacheng at Point Guard, Pang Bo at Center, and Zhang Yu at Small Forward. At those four positions, we're already at or even above the world standard. But Power Forward has been our weakness for years."
"The reason we've managed to achieve anything at international tournaments over the past few years is that you've been playing your heart out all by yourself."
"But if we want