Yin Guo glanced back at Wang Yue, who was lying perfectly straight, and compared him with her younger cousin.
Meng Xiaotian was a little over 1.8 meters tall, but he seemed slightly shorter next to Wang Yue. Wang Yue really did have the height of a basketball player.
Judging by that, Wang Yue was probably two meters tall. She was a little curious—why hadn't she noticed earlier?
Actually, she was comparing the distance from Wang Yue's toes to the top of his head with her cousin's, whose sleeping posture wasn't very good. Wang Yue was indeed a bit longer.
But she didn't know his exact height, and couldn't very well measure him, so she remarked, "She's pretty tall. Definitely looks like a basketball player."
After hearing that, Zheng Yi replied helplessly, "He's got a height problem. If he were another ten centimeters taller, putting him over two meters, then with his basketball skills, he'd surely have a chance at making the starting lineup.
"But he's Asian. At over 1.9 meters, he's tall enough for a guard, but he's at a disadvantage against those big, strong Europeans and Americans.
"So after he graduates, he might have to give up basketball. He definitely won't get picked in the NBA draft."
When Yin Guo saw that message, she felt a little sorry for him. After all, she was an athlete and had seen many people change careers because they lacked the talent.
But it was a matter of innate ability, and there wasn't much anyone could do about it.
The two of them chatted on and off, and at some point they fell asleep. Fortunately, Yin Guo's phone was charging, so it didn't shut itself off.
"Sis, wake up! Where did Brother Wang go?"
Just as Yin Guo was sleeping groggily, her younger