The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Pei Ziheng quietly said to Zhao Yun, "Wait another year."

"Then what?"

"Then you’ll enter the NBA."

"Do you think it’s just shooting a basket, that you say ’enter’ and you’re in?"

"Yes, I’m saying you can get in."

Zhao Yun laughed, "You think the NBA is run by your family, letting in whomever you want?"

Pei Ziheng gave a noncommittal response, "Right now, don’t think about anything else, and don’t worry about anything. Just focus on honing your basketball skills. If a club wants to sign you and the conditions are right, go for it. If not, you wait."

"How long am I supposed to wait?"

Zhao Yun was idly kicking a stone on the roadside, imagining it as the detestable Coach William.

"Wait until I invest in an NBA team for you."