When Wang Yi looked at Shan He, he could see the confidence in his eyes—the kind that came from deep within.
Wang Yi knew that confidence came from ability.
Shan He had top-tier talent for a Chinese player. On top of that, he studied hard and trained diligently, honing his skills until they were excellent. His fundamentals were solid, too.
Wang Yi always felt there was something familiar about Shan He.
At first, he couldn't figure out why he felt that way.
Later, he understood. Shan He reminded him of Rukawa.
Cool on the outside, warm on the inside, and immensely talented.
Wang Yi naturally offered Shan He a few words of encouragement.
Then he asked, "You're planning to enter the NBA draft next year. Are you confident?"
Shan He nodded and answered confidently, "Of course, Brother Yi. I plan to put up even better numbers in the CBA next season. That'll give me an edge in the NBA draft."
Wang Yi nodded. "That's the right approach."
Then he asked, "So, which team do you want to join?"
Shan He looked at Wang Yi. "My parents, a lot of my friends, and my coach all suggested I join the Los Angeles Lakers. Since you're there, Brother Yi, I'd have someone to look out for me."
Wang Yi understood what Shan He meant. "What about you? Which team do you want to join?"
Shan He answered without hesitation. "I want to go to one of the worst teams. Any of them will do."
Wang Yi smiled and nodded. "Good. You've got ambition!"
If Shan He joined the Lakers, he could only be Wang Yi's backup. And the Lakers already had plenty of offensive firepower, so Shan He wouldn't be able to fully showcase his offensive talent there.
Besides, with Wang Yi