It was worth mentioning that Wang Shiyu and Wang Shiying had both kept up their training throughout the past month.
Of course, Wang Shiying still trained sporadically, working hard for three days and taking two days off.
That was just the child's nature. Wang Yi really didn't know what to do about it.
As for nine-year-old Wang Shiyu, his training regimen was intense.
Besides having to make 300 shots every day, he also did all kinds of physical training.
And none of this training had been forced on him by Wang Yi. Wang Shiyu insisted on doing it himself.
His goal was clear: in three years, he would take down the streetball courts in Japan.
In fact, Wang Shiyu was already completely unbeatable among his peers.
Even when he faced kids with exceptional physical gifts who had already grown to five foot ten by age nine, Wang Shiyu wasn't fazed. Against opponents like that, he could simply rely on his excellent shooting to keep them from even touching the ball.
But Wang Shiyu still didn't let up in the slightest.
Because if he wanted to take down the streetball courts in Japan, he would have to face opponents several years older than him, or even ten, fifteen, or twenty years older.
He had to hone his shooting until it was flawless, and drill his basic dribbling moves until they became second nature.
He had to reach the point where, when he went past someone, he didn't first stop to think about which move to use;
instead, he could dribble slowly to find his rhythm, then react to his opponent's movements and make his move instinctively. In other words, he had to make those moves completely automatic.
To develop this ability in Wang Shiyu, Wang Yi did away with all the