In the next round of the resurrection competition, he beat another player who had earned a resurrection jersey in a one-on-one showdown.
He successfully advanced to the next round.
Everyone was amazed, and they all admired Wang Yi's eye for talent.
As expected of a professional player—he could tell at a glance who had talent and who didn't.
Little Fatty's advancement to the next round also thrilled his mother.
She brought Little Fatty over to Wang Yi and thanked him.
Wang Yi waved his hand. "Your kid has a great deal of talent. It's the rare kind. If you trust me, let him play basketball."
Little Fatty's mother nodded. "At first, I only wanted him to compete and get some practice, but since Brother Yi says so, I'll definitely sign him up for a good basketball training program when we get home."
Wang Yi thought for a moment. "When you choose a basketball program, make sure they have professional coaches who can give him systematic training. Don't send him to some ordinary recreational class. That would hold him back."
Little Fatty's mother nodded. "I understand. Thank you, Brother Yi."
Little Fatty stood beside her, grinning foolishly with an endearingly goofy look.
He'd been afraid his mother would say basketball would affect his studies.
Now, thanks to Brother Yi, his mother had finally agreed to sign him up for a basketball training program.
Most importantly, Brother Yi had praised him again. He'd said Little Fatty had a rare kind of basketball talent.
In the past, all he'd gotten from other people was mockery. They laughed at him for being fat and stupid.
But his own idol had recognized him—and Brother Yi had even said he was one of the most talented players around.
How could that not make him excited?
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