"I just spoke with the security guard over there, and when these aren't needed, we'll just leave them on that open space. As long as they don't block anyone, it's fine if they get damaged. There are more in the warehouse; just buy more if we run out ..." Yang Jing said, her face filled with 'watch me get praised now.'
"..."
Zhang Yang had to admit, it was quite creative.
He picked three standees, Kobe a step inside the top of the arc, Garnett at the right side of the free-throw line, and Yao Ming in front of the basket. Looking at them ... his motivation for training boosted!
Zhang Yang: "Why didn't I think of buying a few standees as training obstacles? Next semester when I go to the coach's house, I might buy a few too."
Yang Jing clenched her fist, her thumb brushing against the tip of her nose: "That's right, I'm your mom. You're so smart because you inherited it from me."
Zhang Yang: "..."