Wang Yi saw that Zhang Yu had nothing more to say.
He asked, "Are you convinced now?"
Zhang Yu fell silent for a moment, then said, still not entirely convinced, "If that's the case, switch Cui Yongxi and me. Put me on your team, and Brother Yi, Zhang, and Pang wouldn't even need to do much. I could lead the team to victory too. If you don't believe me, let's switch teams right now and play another game."
Wang Yi shook his head. "There's no need. Play ten more games, or a hundred, and Cui Yongxi would still win."
"Why? How would you know without playing?"
Zhang Yu's voice rose another octave.
Wang Yi smiled at that. "There are plenty of games where you know the result without playing."
"Give me a reason. I want a reason!"
Zhang Yu's voice remained as loud as a bell.
"Because you're too distant from everyone!"
Wang Yi said, "Every team that achieves great results, every team that wins a championship, has players who get along well. They treat their teammates like brothers. If a teammate gets pushed around on the court, they stand up for him. Off the court, a teammate's problems are their problems."
"They're teammates, but they're also brothers. Ask yourself honestly: have you ever treated us like brothers?"
"Forget us. At Huali, did you ever treat your classmates like brothers? Like friends? Did you treat the people in your dorm like brothers? Like friends?"
This time, Zhang Yu fell completely silent.
He had only kept a low profile at Huali School for about half a year.
After he overcame his inferiority complex, he grew more and more confident, and began to show off the wilder side of his personality.
He started butting heads with his classmates, his coach, and the