Wang Jianhua continued, "Besides, he's not just accurate from the field. He's also got a knack for passing. In the future, his shooting and passing should be enough to get him into the CBA."
That was another kind of progress for Wang Liang.
When Wang Yi had first brought Wang Liang to Huali Basketball School, his assessment had been: Wang Liang would have to give it everything—push himself to the brink—to have even the slightest chance of playing professional basketball.
Now Wang Jianhua's assessment was that as long as he kept it up, he should be able to make it into the CBA.
His chances were now far, far better than before.
That day, Wang Yi led a training session for Wang Liang's class.
After the session, Wang Yi praised him.
"You've improved so much since you first came to Huali School. Looks like you really have been giving it everything."
"And after all that grueling training, you've shown that you have a knack for shooting and passing, and more talent than most."
"Do you remember what I said about you when you asked me to bring you to Huali Basketball School?"
Wang Liang nodded. "I remember. I had to train like my life depended on it to have even the slightest chance of playing professional basketball."
Wang Yi nodded, then said,
"Now my assessment is that if you keep training like your life depends on it, you'll have a very good chance of making it into the CBA."
Wang Liang's eyes suddenly grew moist. Even his hands were trembling slightly.
Wang Yi continued, "And this isn't just my assessment. It's the consensus of every coach at the school."
Wang Liang couldn't hold back anymore. Afraid his tears would fall, he quickly wiped his eyes with his right hand.
His