This was a way to strengthen the core muscles.
As Wang Yi kept shifting his center of gravity, his eight-pack abs could be seen subtly moving along with it.
Zhang Yu came over to Wang Yi.
"Brother Yi, I've figured it out."
Wang Yi kept up his training and glanced at Zhang Yu.
"Let's hear it."
Zhang Yu fell silent for a moment, then said, "Brother Yi, I've been imitating a lot of what you say and do. Picking fights and talking back to the coach—I was imitating you in those things too. But I overlooked something: you had your reasons, and a lot of the time you were standing up for your teammates. I was only doing it for my own benefit."
Wang Yi nodded and looked at Zhang Yu, whose voice had grown low. "So you're finally convinced?"
Zhang Yu nodded and continued in a low voice. "Brother Yi, I'll change. I promise."
At last, Wang Yi set down the two basketballs in his hands and climbed off the yoga ball.
He grabbed a towel from the rack, wiped away his sweat, and said, "You do need to change how you act, especially the way you treat your teammates. But you also need to work harder on the court."
"Basketball is all about your ability. If you want to become a real starter on the National Team and earn people's respect, you'll have to prove you have what it takes."
"I understand, Brother Yi."
Wang Yi nodded, then glanced at the players working on various strength exercises. "Go train."
"Yes, Brother Yi."
With that, Zhang Yu headed straight outside.
He grabbed a tire from beside the track.
Then he began his strength training.
Wang Jianhua was a little surprised. Seeing the other players all looking out at Zhang