Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 163 A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Inside the stadium, a group of players were warming up, with Tang Sen watching from the sidelines.

"stop looking."

Tang Sen clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "I know he's tall, but you're all tall too."

They're all giants, is it really necessary to be so curious?

Yao Ming blushed as he was stared at.

Brown said, "But sir, he is really tall."

At 2.11 meters, I already stand out from the crowd, but at 2.26 meters?

Even we ourselves need to look up to them.

"Gao, right?" Tang Sen laughed and said, "Then after you warm up, you can have a match with him and experience it for yourself."

Brown exclaimed "Ah!" and then nodded repeatedly, clearly intrigued.

Yao Ming understood, glanced at Brown, and felt the same anticipation.

Having chased his dream, Yao Ming finally arrived in the NBA and was able to stand alongside the best basketball players in the world. So Yao Ming wanted to know just how big the gap was between him and them.

After warming up, the two immediately got into position.

Brown passed the ball to Yao Ming, signaling him to attack first.

Yao Ming didn't hold back. He turned his back to Brown, swayed left and right, and suddenly turned towards the baseline, trying to drive in.

In the Chinese Super League (Jia A), this move is always effective against any opponent.

Because he is heavy enough, those lighter than himself can be easily pushed aside, while those the same weight are not as agile.

However, this time, Yao Ming made a mistake.

Brown had spared no effort and anticipated Yao Ming's move, blocking his path the instant Yao Ming turned around.

Unable to turn around, Yao Ming was momentarily flustered, but immediately lowered his waist and pushed his way towards the basket.

Brown stood tall, refusing to budge an inch.

Even if Yao Ming hadn't lost weight, let alone now, Brown could still handle it with ease.

After all, he could go toe-to-toe with O'Neal in physical confrontations.

With no space available, Yao Ming staggered slightly as he turned around and attempted a hook shot.

Brown leaped up like a spring, stretched out his fingers, and poked the basketball that Yao Ming had just released.

And immediately after the basketball landed, he bent down to control it.

His shot-blocking skills are getting better and better.

Yao Ming looked surprised.

The onlookers, including Ewing, exchanged glances before turning their attention to Tang Sen.

Tang Sen ignored them and clapped his hands to signal Yao Ming and the other man to continue.

"You're so agile." Under the basket, Brown gripped the ball.

He had never seen anyone so tall and so agile.

It was even more agile than that skinny little calf.

Yao Ming's face flushed slightly.

flexible?

If you're truly agile, you won't be able to defend against you.

Looking at Brown's relaxed expression, he felt a heaviness in his heart. Was this the strength of a top-tier NBA center?

Gritting his teeth, Yao Ming held off Brown.

Brown leaned back and then immediately turned to face the basket.

He now has a variety of offensive options and is not limited to low-post back-to-the-basket moves.

Holding the ball, he subtly probed with his right foot.

His probing became more realistic, evolving from mere probing to probing, no longer just a matter of footsteps, but a momentary display of confusion in his entire being.

He made a gesture as if he was about to dribble the ball and shoot directly.

Yao Ming almost reflexively stepped forward and reached out to block the shot.

Then Brown swept past him with a single step.

Hearing a loud thud behind him, Yao Ming's face burned even hotter.

He had a strong premonition that he was about to get thoroughly beaten.

Sure enough, starting with the second ball, Brown began to engage in physical contact.

To Yao Ming's astonishment, Brown, who was half a head shorter than him, was like a wall, fiercely blocking him from the basket.

And his speed was like a spring; he almost managed to block me head-on.

His own prized post skills were completely useless against Brown.

He is excellent at physical confrontations, agile, and has rich defensive experience, always able to disrupt my every shot.

Not only could they not score, but they also couldn't defend against Brown.

On the right side of the basket, Brown sat with his back to the basket, and as he dribbled the ball back, his left shoulder dipped slightly.

Yao Ming felt a strong sense of unease, thinking that Brown was about to turn towards the baseline.

cheated.

Brown turned and slashed horizontally towards the top line, leaning against himself, his steps extremely fast.

With just one step, he leaped forward to face the basket, pulled up, and shot directly.

The attack was so sudden that Yao Ming, who was already a step behind, had no time to block it and could only watch the basketball fall into the basket.

6 is better than 0!

Brown scored all six of the six goals, while he failed to score any of them.

"All right!"

At this moment, Tang Sen walked over and stopped the two of them.

"That's enough, everyone go train."

I wore the "last-minute cramming" badge today, and the effect was amazing; I can't let it go to waste.

"come on."

Brown gave Yao Ming a thumbs up and then dispersed with the others.

Yao Ming stood there awkwardly, pursing his lips. He didn't want to overthink, but he couldn't help it. He felt that the scattered Ewing and the others were talking about him, saying how badly he had performed.

"How are you feeling?" Tang Sen walked over and asked.

Yao Ming didn't say anything, but his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

Tang Sen laughed and said, "Now you know, it's not an easy thing to establish yourself in the NBA and become the best basketball player in the world."

Tang Sen's decision wasn't impulsive; he simply wanted to give Yao Ming a hard time.

The real kind.

At least make him realize one reality: you can do whatever you want in the Jia-A League, but that's just the Jia-A League.

This is the NBA. You have to abandon all your past pride, recognize the gap in strength, and start over.

Yao Ming remained silent, only nodding slightly.

A simple duel shattered all his pride, making him realize how far he still had to go.

At that moment, the system actually gave a notification.

[The Truth] The badge actually worked.

Yao Ming received a short-term boost of 12%.

Clearly, this initial show of force provoked him.

Good thing.

"Alright." Tang Sen patted his arm and said, "You don't need to underestimate yourself. If you can beat Kwame, then you are at least a top-three center in the world."

At Brown's current level, apart from struggling against O'Neal, which other interior player in the league can handle him?

Therefore, Yao Ming was facing the best players in the world, so losing is only normal.

Yao Ming didn't say much, only asking how to train next.

His fighting spirit has been ignited.

When Yao Ming chose to leave his comfort zone and make it to the NBA at all costs, in addition to pursuing his own dream, he also wanted the world to know that China can produce the world's best basketball players.

Tang Sen had a plan in mind for how to cultivate Yao Ming.

After all, Brown has a successful track record; we can just follow his path.

Today I'm training. Tang Sen's plan is to get Yao Ming, who weighs 121 kg, back to 130 kg within a month.

Although he has returned to a weight similar to that before he lost weight, his muscle mass has changed, and his physique will be more balanced, so he should be able to maintain his current athletic ability.

Then Tang Sen would assess what weight would be more suitable for Yao Ming.

Although all centers in the league have the ultimate mission of countering Shaquille O'Neal, Tang Sen really doesn't think he should blindly gain weight and waste his advantages.

Just like Brown.

If he really gains weight to 130 kilograms, he shouldn't have any problem holding off O'Neal.

He himself twice asked Tang Sen if he wanted to gain weight.

But Tang Sen really felt it was unnecessary.

There's only one O'Neal, and dealing with him is never a one-man job.

Training ended at 8:00.

As Tang Sen called a halt, Yao Ming collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

For the first time, he understood what high intensity meant.

Moreover, this was just one training session, but the intensity was several times that of training with the Eastern team.

If it weren't for Tang Sen constantly urging him on and his desire to prove himself, Yao Ming really felt he wouldn't have been able to persevere.

What frustrated Yao Ming even more was that he found that other players' training volume was no less than his, but they could complete it easily. Even if they were tired, their condition after completing the training was much better than his.

"That won't do, we still have two practice sessions today."

Tang Sen crouched down, revealing a devilish smile.

Yao Ming involuntarily shuddered, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I can definitely persevere."

Tang Sen nodded to himself.

Tang Sen was quite satisfied that Yao Ming was able to persevere.

His previous training with the Eastern team felt like a joke.

"Go ahead, go get a massage."

Tang Sen reached out and pulled Yao Ming up.

Upon arriving next door, one finds a group of people chatting and laughing while waiting in line.

Yao Ming, panting heavily, watched Guo Yonglin busily working with curiosity. He had noticed Guo Yonglin when he arrived.

"Old Guo, that junior fellow student you mentioned last time, would you like to come to America?" Tang Sen walked over and asked.

Guo Yonglin is finding it difficult to handle everything on his own.

The team also has masseuses, and Tang Sen also found one himself.

The United States has a well-developed sports industry, with a considerable number of sports medicine professionals and professional physical therapists.

But Tang Sen tried it and found that his skill level was not as good as Guo Yonglin's.

Tang Sen even asked him about it.

He claims that he understands acupoints and that during massage, he uses acupoint stimulation techniques to promote local blood circulation, thereby achieving better recovery results.

Tang Sen agrees with the following statement.

Faster blood circulation delivers more nutrients, which definitely helps with muscle recovery.

But Tang Sen didn't really believe in the concept of acupoints, just like Guo Yonglin kept saying he was a martial arts master.

But the results speak for themselves; his massage is indeed more effective.

So Tang Sen asked him if he knew anyone at the same level as him. He said, "You have a proper lineage of teachers, so you must have some fellow disciples."

If possible, then come to America and earn US dollars.

Guo Yonglin's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He said, "After considering it, he still felt it was too far and didn't want to come."

Tang Sen expressed his understanding, saying that some people are unwilling to leave their hometowns.

"What about New York? I remember there's a Shaolin Temple there, right? You're from the Shaolin Temple too, why don't you go ask them?" Tang Sen asked again.

"No, I'm not from Shaolin Temple." Guo Yonglin's expression changed, and he immediately denied it.

Their intention in inheriting Zen, martial arts, and medicine is not the same as that of the Shaolin Temple today.

Tang Sen chuckled to himself, thinking, "Then when you open your martial arts school, you should claim to be the authentic Shaolin lineage."

Upon seeing Tang Sen's expression, Guo Yonglin guessed what Tang Sen was thinking. His old face flushed slightly, and he said, "Alright, I'll see if I can bring a few apprentices out later."

"That's right."

Tang Sen chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "If there's a problem, you'll have to figure something out."

When it was Yao Ming's turn, Guo Yonglin chatted with him for a few more minutes.

Having wandered far from home for many years, he was moved when he met people from his hometown.

After the massage, Tang Sen pulled Yao Ming aside and gave him his medicine.

Medication is still unavoidable, and should be used appropriately.

Considering that Yao Ming is not yet married, Tang Sen avoided steroids and testosterone, which have relatively greater side effects.

Even though he had the badge of "Potion Master," Tang Sen still felt it was best to use it sparingly.

The system's effects are much better now, so it's not as urgent as training Brown last year.

The only hormone used was HGH (human growth hormone).

It can promote the growth of muscles and connective tissues, and is also beneficial for increasing bone density.

Tang Sen arranged a lot of weight training for Yao Ming to increase bone density. During a previous physical examination in Chicago, Yao Ming's T-score showed a significant increase.

Moreover, it is only suitable for use during the current muscle-building phase.

Of course, creatine, glutamine, and the like cannot be considered scientific drugs.

"Don't feel guilty. As professional athletes, everyone uses it to varying degrees." Seeing that Yao Ming was still a little nervous, Tang Sen comforted him.

Yao Ming nodded and noted it down.

Now that I'm in Orlando, I'll train however Tang Sen tells me to.

On the first day, Yao Ming and Brown were not very familiar with each other. After exchanging brief greetings, Yao Ming left the arena alone.

Zhang Mingji was catching up on sleep in the car when he was woken up. As he started the car, he asked Yao Ming how he was feeling.

"Feelings?"

Yao Ming crossed his arms, a serious expression on his young face, and then said, "I have to work hard."

He never realized how big the gap was between himself and these top players until he came to the NBA.

Back home, the nutritionist that Duffy had helped hire had already prepared a second breakfast for Yao Ming.

A whole large plate.

It's colorful and has all sorts of things.

Especially rare steak, still slightly bloody, is a must-have.

Zhang Mingji's Adam's apple bobbed, and he decisively made himself a packet of instant noodles he bought from a supermarket in Chinatown.

Watching him slurp down instant noodles in front of him, Yao Ming couldn't help but say, "Can't you just go out to eat?"

This smells so tempting.

Zhang Mingji picked up the bowl and said, "Didn't Tang Sen say that you're in the weight gain phase now, so you can eat whatever you want without having to be so restrained?"

After arriving in Orlando, Tang Sen also made arrangements regarding food.

For example, during the current weight gain phase, Tang Sen said there's only one principle: do whatever you want.

Fried chicken and burgers, drinks and grilled meat, rice and stir-fries—eat whatever you want, eat until you're full.

During the muscle-building phase, the body naturally requires a huge amount of nutrition.

Most importantly, Yao Ming also needs to do a lot of training every day to ensure that he gains muscle, not fat.

With such a high training volume, how could anyone possibly stick to it without a high-sugar, high-carbohydrate, and high-calorie diet?

Only after the weight gain phase has passed should you control your diet and reduce your intake of sugar and carbohydrates in order to maintain your weight.

Yao Ming took a big bite and ate half a steak.

When he was a child, his dream was to eat a steak on the Bund.

But in the US, I felt like throwing up from all the food.

"Forget it, even though they say it won't have any impact, there are still some subtle differences. As long as there's even a little benefit, I'll stick with it." Yao Ming thought for a moment and then shook his head.

As the textbooks say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

So how can you develop a skill without being strict with yourself?

(End of this chapter)