Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 126 Tang Sen's Secret Training

The next day, after morning training, Tangsen called Billups over.

"Changxi, come with me after we finish eating."

Billups was a little stunned when he was suddenly called out. He instinctively wanted to ask what was going on, but Tang Sen had already left the locker room.

He glanced at Brown beside him, who shrugged, indicating he didn't know either.

Billups' heart began to pound.

Could it be that there's a problem with my training, like I'm not working hard enough, and Tang Sen is dissatisfied?

He was a little nervous, so he quickly went to the team restaurant for a meal and then went to the parking lot to find Tang Sen.

Tang Sen was already waiting for him.

"Sorry, Changxi, this might take up some of your personal time. But it's for your training, so it's like an extra practice session. If you have something else to do, we can reschedule."

Billups breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought something had happened.

Moreover, Billups felt a little smug when he heard that it was extra training, and individual training at that.

Others don't get this treatment.

He quickly said that he had time.

He came to Orlando alone, having fought his way here, without any family members to accompany him.

Then he asked if I wanted to pay more, and he said no problem.

We'll talk about that later.

Since it's extra practice, it will definitely need to be added to the bill when it's issued later.

The main issue is that Tang Sen hasn't decided whether or not to hold this extra training session.

He was invited to get in the car.

On the way, Billups couldn't wait to ask what kind of extra training it was.

Tang Sen didn't explain, only saying it was easy and might be quite interesting.

"interesting?"

Billups was completely baffled.

But the more this happened, the more excited he became.

He felt that this was a secret training session that Tangsen had specially prepared for him, just like having Brown practice shooting in the dark.

However, when Billups arrived at the location and saw a group of children in front of him, he was dumbfounded.

"Tang, what do you want me to do?"

Billups looked completely bewildered.

The two arrived at a youth activity center in Maitland.

Then it seems like a match is about to take place here.

Both groups of children had changed into their jerseys.

His arrival had already excited the children so much that they all crowded around him, chattering and asking for his autograph.

Is it a community event organized by the team?

Billups knows that every NBA team holds a lot of community events during the season to give back to the community and increase team support.

Tang Sen was greeting the head coaches of both teams.

They also brought over a middle-aged man with gray hair to introduce them.

Perry Moss.

"When I was eight or nine years old, I played basketball with Perry," Tang Sen explained.

Moss chuckled and said, "Honestly, Tang, I never expected you to enter the NBA this way. Trainer, my God, I really didn't see that you had such talent."

He then complained to Billups about how naughty Townsend was as a child, how he didn't train hard, and how playful he was.

Once, in an attempt to avoid training, he secretly locked the gym door.

But his exceptional talent allowed him to defeat Maitland's opponents without much training.

While listening to Tang Sen's embarrassing stories was amusing, Billups was more curious about why Tang Sen had asked him to come here.

Watching kids play ball?

Wasn't it supposed to be secret training?

"It's not about watching, it's about taking them to play ball."

Tang Sen pointed to the children in blue jerseys and said, "You'll lead them in the game later. They're in the U10 group, and their opponents are in the U12 group, which is in the second division."

"Then you can't attack, you can't defend or screen, you can only pass the ball, direct them to play, and we'll talk about winning the game later."

Billups knew the meaning of every single word Tang Sen said.

But when combined, he can't understand it.

Even if I'm a draft bust, I'm still an NBA-level player. Playing with a bunch of kids is just bullying them.

"Don't think it's easy, give it a try first."

Tang Sen could tell what he was thinking from his expression, so he patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to hit him first and then talk about it.

These kids were obviously incredibly excited to be able to play with current NBA players.

Billups walked onto the court with a bitter face.

No warm-up is needed.

Tang Sen also said that they could neither attack nor defend, and could only pass the ball.

The problem is, he can't even remember the names of these little guys.

Moss blew the whistle, and the game began.

Billups dribbled the ball and saw his teammate, a blond boy, running towards the basket. He spotted the ball and immediately passed it to him.

He stands out from the crowd, with a broad perspective.

Unfortunately, I didn't know the kids' stamina, so I passed the ball a bit too hard.

Moreover, the blond boy wasn't good at dribbling; he adjusted his steps in an attempt to receive the ball, only to be blocked.

He turned around and attacked immediately.

It smashed out of the frame.

The opponent grabbed the rebound.

Despite the mere two-year age difference, their opponent was clearly far more professional.

The tallest one must be almost 1.6 meters tall.

They are more athletic and run faster. Billups can't defend them; he can only clap his hands and urge his teammates to run faster and get back on defense.

The result was that the opponent easily made a layup.

Billups felt absurd. He turned to look at Tangsen and saw Tangsen and Moss sitting on the sidelines, catching up and chatting happily.

With a silent sigh, Billups had no choice but to continue.

After several rounds, the U12 team had taken an 8-2 lead, a total of 6 points.

Billups perked up and realized the challenge.

First of all, there is a gap in strength between the two teams.

Then, given the difference in strength, the second team, which is our own team, is essentially playing with one less player because we can't attack or defend.

I don't know my teammates' abilities or what they are good at.

His only role was to pass the ball.

But this is not an easy thing. The opportunities you see may not be understood or seized by your teammates.

In this situation, winning the game is by no means as easy as one might have imagined beforehand.

She glanced at Tang Sen again, but Tang Sen continued chatting, unmoved.

Billups guessed what Townsend wanted him to do.

After a moment's hesitation, Billups requested a pause, then grabbed the four excited little ones to find out what was going on with them.

The four kids were clearly too excited, chattering away non-stop.

The noise gave Billups a headache, so he simply numbered them from 1 to 4 and asked them who had the best shooting accuracy, who could grab rebounds, and who was the best defender.

Billups even asked for a tactics board and drew out a few simple tactics for them.

After finishing the drawing, Billups had an absurd feeling that he was now like a coach.

"Go on stage and follow my instructions."

Billups called for several players to come onto the field.

His plan was good. As long as he ran according to his tactics, he was sure to create opportunities, and he could pass the ball to his opponent with a high probability of success.

When the actual fighting broke out, they discovered that the tactics they had drawn up were completely ineffective.

This isn't just about offense; it also includes defense.

Billups wanted them to tighten their formation and play a 2-2 zone defense, but that didn't work either.

They're all kids, and their execution skills aren't very good.

Billups immediately realized that it was impossible to defend against his opponent.

The only way to win is to gamble on the opponent's shooting percentage while ensuring they keep scoring, and then try to score as many points as possible on your own side.

Therefore, the key is to pass the ball well yourself.

Billups glanced at Tangsen and perked up a bit.

He started calling out numbers frequently, directing the four children on how to move, and then passing the ball when he saw an opportunity.

The opposing team has one more player, so even if they do create an opening, the opportunity to pass the ball is fleeting.

For a moment, even Billups was a bit overwhelmed.

He felt he had to be extremely focused, paying close attention to each child's movements, even trying to predict their next move, in order to seize opportunities in fleeting moments. He also had to pass the ball well and accurately.

So even though it was just a game between kids, Billups felt a lot of pressure.

Ultimately, after 30 minutes of play, the second team lost 16-39, a crushing 23-point defeat.

Tang Sen then walked over and asked Billups if it was interesting.

"Yes, it's quite interesting."

Billups looked miserable.

It's more than just fun, it's a real challenge.

"Have you figured out how to win?" Tang Sen pressed.

Billups nodded.

Just as I had planned, I had to gamble on the opponent's shooting percentage and score as many points as possible to have a chance of winning.

"Then go ahead."

Tang Sen patted him on the shoulder but did not leave.

If I stay here, this will be a training session, and the training bonus from my title will take effect.

Perhaps it can enhance that vague and elusive organizational ability.

A team doesn't just consist of these four kids.

So the children can rest, but Billups can't. A substitution is needed, and the game continues.

He then had to understand his opponents again and take command again.

Unsurprisingly, they were defeated once again.

Billups also had limited time.

Tang Sen checked the time and felt it was about time.

We don't expect to see any results in just one day.

To be honest, Tang Sen only came up with this training method on a whim and wasn't really confident about it.

Even if it only produces the slightest effect, that would be great.

Unexpectedly, Billups himself became interested, saying he wasn't tired and told Tangsen to leave first, while he would play a little longer.

His competitive spirit was also aroused.

Since he said that, Tang Sen felt embarrassed to leave first.

Staying will provide a training effect.

It can also increase your experience.

The experience of this trainer title is increasing.

Currently, I'm managing eight players, and although my experience is increasing rapidly, promotion is still a long way off.

At this rate, Tang Sen estimates it will take another month or two to upgrade.

The children have rested well.

Tang Sen noticed that Billups had already grasped the timing of the pass, after all, the opponent had an extra player, and the opportunity was fleeting.

Moreover, once the opportunity arises, it's also necessary to consider whether the player is confident of taking the shot from that position.

Finally, you need to pass the ball accurately and comfortably.

Therefore, it is by no means an easy task.

And it is precisely because they are a group of children that the difficulty is high.

If it's a group of college students with sufficient tactical awareness, and an NBA-level point guard to pass the ball to them and organize the offense, even if it's 4 against 5, the probability of winning is very high.

On the contrary, it was a group of elementary school students with terrible skills who set higher requirements for Billups, demanding that he not make too many mistakes.

Unsurprisingly, they lost the third game.

Billups scratched his head in frustration, somewhat exasperated, and demanded another round.

At that moment, he felt a deep sense of helplessness, as if the opponents were all carrying the team, his teammates were all incompetent, and all sorts of crazy plays were happening. He wanted to kill the enemy, but he was powerless to turn the tide.

In this situation, to win, you must not make any mistakes.

Not only can you not make mistakes yourself, but you also have to take good care of your teammates. You have to do a series of operations to cut the opponent down to a sliver of health and then send them to your teammates so they can finish them off.

"All right."

Tangsen called a halt to Billups's move.

It's already noon. You have the energy, but the kids need to rest and eat too.

To improve his chemistry with his teammates, Billups offered to treat everyone to dinner.

Naturally, there was a burst of cheers.

As Billups walked out of the community center, he couldn't help but ask Tangsen how he came up with such a difficult training method.

"Making things difficult for people?"

Tang Sen was taken aback; was he already stumped?

Billups nodded dejectedly, then said, "But it's quite interesting, really interesting."

He sensed that this kind of training might actually be useful.

He is practicing how to pay attention to his teammates' movements and look for opportunities to pass the ball.

To be honest, Tang Sen wasn't even sure if this kind of training was effective.

But since Billups thinks it's interesting, let's give it a try first.

“I’ve already spoken with Perry. You can come anytime you want, and he’ll arrange a match for you.”

This kind of training has no risk, it only takes a little physical effort, and Billups could train on his own.

"By the way, be careful not to get photographed by reporters, otherwise they'll report on you, an NBA player, bullying a kid, and you haven't even beaten him yet."

If this gets reported, it'll be hilarious.

Billups was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

On the way to the restaurant, Tang Sen also mentioned Billups' three-pointer.

Tang Sen had already noticed, or rather, by watching his past game footage, that he was a player who used three-pointers as a regular weapon.

Apart from that, he doesn't have many other offensive options right now.

They can't penetrate the defense, and even if they do, they don't have many offensive options, resulting in extremely low efficiency under the basket.

He only has one three-point shot, and many times it feels like he's forcing the shot, and his shot selection isn't very reasonable.

"So how do I improve?"

Billups, as always, anxiously asked what to do.

Tang Sen thought to himself, what can I do? Just keep practicing.

Focus on your training results and practice shooting like crazy. For example, shoot 500 shots a day. Over time, you'll see results.

He has a standard, academic shooting style; his form is perfect and there are no problems whatsoever.

"However, I would suggest that you do more spot-up shots without the ball, especially pay attention to Tracy's movements. You're a smart guy, you should understand what I mean."

Rivers communicates frequently with Townsend, so Townsend is aware of the Magic's tactics.

Brown and McGrady would set pick-and-rolls, and then McGrady would use his passing ability to have outside shooters positioned.

It's a very simple strategy.

In this situation, Billups might as well just do what Armstrong did: focus on finding open spaces.

Aside from that, Tang Sen really couldn't offer much more advice.

Billups nodded thoughtfully, asking himself when he should practice three-pointers each day.

This guy has an incredibly high fighting spirit.

The key is that during the season, you're not afraid of developing problems through training.

"I'll arrange it later."

McGrady and Miller also need to practice shooting, so we'll see if we can do some extra practice after the game.

Don't throw too many, for example, throw a hundred balls.

With a systematic approach, it's not necessarily worse than throwing 500 balls.

After defeating the Pistons, the Magic embarked on a three-game road trip in the Eastern Conference.

And time had quietly slipped into 2002.

It's time to draw badges again.

According to Tang Sen's wonderful idea, this is the last draw of the year, which is equivalent to an annual summary, so shouldn't he give himself a big one!
Ideally, we'd like a badge that has a group effect, like the one with five points.

Tang Sen even deliberately timed it a bit.

While celebrating the New Year with Brown and the others in New York, as the countdown reached the very first second of the new year, Tang Sen chose to draw a card.

Light and shadow flicker.

First of all, it was a positive result, not an empty shell, which is good.

Then a flash of silver light appeared.

Tang Sen's heart sank; it was a silver-level weapon.

The joy of the New Year did not bring me good luck.

The results came out the next moment.

Congratulations on obtaining the Silver-level Badge: Believer

Follow in my footsteps, believe in my abilities, and let trust help us progress together.

[Based on the level of trust the trainee has in you, you will randomly receive a training bonus of 15% to 25%.]

(End of this chapter)