When Wang Yi and the others arrived at the hotel where training camp was being held, Zhang Yu was the first to come find him.
He pushed open Wang Yi's door. "Brother Yi, it's so good to see you again. And this time, we even get to play alongside each other. Just thinking about it gets me excited."
Although Zhang Yu and Wang Yi had already met in Kyoto, their schedules had been so tight that they hadn't had a chance to talk properly.
Now that Zhang Yu was seeing Wang Yi, he was clearly thrilled.
Wang Yi looked him over. "You've gotten taller and bulked up. How tall are you now?"
"199 centimeters. I'm just one centimeter short of two meters!"
Zhang Yu held up one finger.
Wang Yi went on, "We've already spoken to Xiao Hua, so you can enter the draft this year. I expect you'll be picked around 40th."
"But if you perform well at this Basketball World Cup, you could move up a bit."
At the mention of the draft, Zhang Yu rubbed his hands excitedly.
"Brother Yi, the Raptors still have the ninth pick, don't they? Could they pick me ninth? I want to play with you. As long as I'm on your team, I'd even be happy just picking up balls on the sidelines without getting on the court."
Wang Yi smiled. "The team wouldn't pick you just to have you pick up balls on the sidelines. Besides, the Raptors are saving their ninth pick for a stronger player. If you want them to draft you ninth, you'll have to prove you're good enough to go ninth!"
Wang Yi had already decided to have the Raptors pick him ninth. But Zhang Yu was young and full of himself. If Wang Yi told him