Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 203 Suspension
The alarm clock rang at 3:30.

Tang Sen opened his eyes, resisting the strong urge to turn off the alarm and turn his head to doze off again.

Tang Sen knew that if he dozed off for even just five more minutes, he might not wake up until seven or eight o'clock.

It was practically Schrödinger's five minutes.

Tang Sen took a deep breath and got up to wash.

I tiptoed downstairs, trying not to disturb anyone, only to find the kitchen lights already on.

My mother, wearing a light coat, was busy frying eggs in the kitchen.

Under the light, she couldn't help but yawn, and then she saw Tang Sen.

"Don't go, it'll be ready soon," the mother said.

Tang Sen walked over and said with some concern, "Mom, I told you yesterday that you don't need to get up so early."

I shouldn't have said it; it was just that Tang Ling asked me if I had time this morning, and I blurted it out without thinking.

"I can't go to work on an empty stomach."

The mother deftly flipped the fried egg, and once it was cooked, she quickly made two sandwiches, put them in a paper bag along with milk, and handed them over.

Then he waved goodbye and went upstairs to rest.

Tang Sen drove along the west side of Highway 9A, out of Manhattan, along Sawmill River Road, speeding for more than ten kilometers, and then turned onto Highway 303, arriving at his destination immediately.

The entire training center is surrounded by green trees and looks like a factory from the outside. It has no windows, a white roof, and the sides are covered with blue aluminum panels.

After parking the car, I just saw Houston driving up.

This guy lives in Greenwich, which is further north of Chester Harbor to the east.

That area is in Connecticut, where state personal taxes are lower. This guy signed a contract worth hundreds of millions, which will save him a lot of money.

But it's almost 50 kilometers from Manhattan, so playing there is quite a challenge.

"Tang, luckily I'm used to summer, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to get up." Houston complained slightly as he followed Tang Sen toward the training facility.

This place is much brighter and more spacious, and it's open to players 24 hours a day, so they can come and train anytime, anywhere.

Tang Sen can also have a spacious office.

Tedsky and Brittenham arrived on time, but after meeting, Brittenham chugs coffee and looks dejected.

"It's okay, it's just today."

Tang Sen patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, then led his men to the stadium to prepare.

Then I watched my watch and timed it precisely.

We agreed to start at 5 o'clock; even a second over is considered late.

Excluding Yao Ming, the list has a total of 18 people.

One by one, the players arrived, each in different condition.

Some people seem to be in good spirits, which means they probably knew they had to get up early today and rested beforehand.

However, a few of them were clearly in poor condition.

New York is a big city, and if you have money, the nightlife is incredibly vibrant.

"time up!"

Tang Sen called a halt and looked at the players in front of him.

It seems like one is missing!

The players looked at each other, realizing that someone was missing.

Kenyon Dulin's heart skipped a beat.

Darius Miles.

That bastard actually arrived late.

"Don."

He raised his hand as if to offer an explanation for Miles.

Although Dooling and Myers had a rather strained relationship while on the Clippers.

Miles and Quentin Richardson were closer, but they were teammates after all.

Tang Sen specifically mentioned yesterday that if you are late, you will bear the consequences.

But as soon as he called for help, Tang Sen interrupted him.

"It seems some people really think I'm just joking with you?" Tang Sen's cold voice was like a storm about to break out on the sea.

Houston opened his mouth in the crowd.

He was the team's only veteran, a star player, and the captain. Logically, he should have said a few kind words to smooth things over.

But he knew that Tang Sen wanted to establish his authority, and that saying it might not necessarily be effective.

“Greg, go back and tell that kid he’s been suspended by the team. From now on, he doesn’t need to come to training anymore,” Tang Sen said, turning his head.

Brittenham was startled.

He knew that Tang Sen had this power, and Leiden's attitude was clear: survival of the fittest, whoever is capable will rise to the top.

But how to eliminate them, and who to eliminate, is up to Tang Sen.

The players present were in an uproar.

"Does anyone have a problem?" Tang Sen asked, turning his head.

There was silence for a moment.

"Then let's begin training."

Tangsen clapped his hands, and Tedeschi quickly stepped forward to lead the players in warming up.

Tang Sen no longer needs to do this kind of basic work.

I'll just stand here and provide training and extra benefits.

Tang Sen has prepared the basic training plan, which will be adjusted according to each person's situation later.

The group exchanged glances and quickly began.

Although we don't know what's going on with Miles, Townsend's commitment to keeping his word and suspending players for being late still terrified every player.

They are all rookies and haven't started making big money in the NBA yet. If they are fired or give up at this point, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Especially since they were eliminated by Tang Sen.

As a top-tier trainer in the league, as Tang Sen said yesterday, which team would want a player he eliminated?

"Wait a moment!"

Tang Sen suddenly stopped everyone again.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they nervously looked at Tang Sen.

Who's been drinking?

Tang Sen took two steps forward, sniffed it, and said in a deep voice.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

If you can still smell alcohol after a night, it means you drank quite a bit last night.

Drinking alcohol, not to mention the problem of alcoholism, has a significant impact on physical health.

So, one of the rules of self-discipline in Tang Sen's diet is to abstain from alcohol.

The players looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

Tang Sen shouted, "What, you drank it but are too ashamed to admit it? Are you even a man?"

His cold, sharp gaze swept over each player.

Several players began to look down and smell their own body odor.

At that moment, someone slowly raised their hand.

In an instant, all the players' eyes were focused on him.

Kenyon Dulin.

"Sir, I was wrong. I will never do it again. I promise." Kenyon Dulin bit his lip, extremely nervous.

Tang Sen stared at him silently, the air seeming to freeze.

After a long pause, Tang Sen finally said, "Your training will be doubled."

Drinking is definitely a problem, but compared to Miles's provocation and absence from training, it's a smaller issue.

Tang Sen was prepared to give him a chance.

Dulin turned pale with fright and nodded repeatedly as if he had been granted a pardon.

"let's start."

Tang Sen stopped wasting time and urged everyone to begin.

Led by Tedsky, everyone immediately began warming up.

With the threat looming, and the possibility of a knife falling on their bodies at any moment, everyone was extremely focused and meticulous, fearing that Tang Sen, this "devil," would find another weakness in them.

After calming down, the system's effects began to take hold.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing, and the media always says that Tang Sen's training level is high, and every player who trains with Tang Sen praises him.

But how good it is, no one can know without experiencing it.

Now, everyone can feel it.

After completing a set of warm-up exercises, the warm, cozy feeling in their bodies left everyone in awe.

As training progressed, the increasingly addictive feeling made it impossible for anyone to stop. Initially, they were intimidated by Tang Sen's strict methods and dared not slack off.

Now, it's entirely about subjective initiative.

Tang Sen walked among them, observing the training status of each player.

Chandler held a 10-kilogram kettlebell out to the sides, then slowly squatted down, supporting himself on one leg.

This type of static strength training is very demanding on the body and also integrates training in balance and coordination.

When Chandler saw Tangsen stop beside him, he was so startled that his hand trembled and he almost dropped the kettlebell.

Tang Sen said, "Don't be nervous."

Chandler nodded slightly.

He sensed the goodwill in Tang Sen's words, but he didn't see a smile on Tang Sen's face.

Tang Sen's gaze felt like a knife, piercing his conscience and filling him with fear.

Tang Sen didn't smile; he was trying hard to make the [Smile] badge effective.

With 10% obedience, this badge seems quite important now.

I haven't drawn the badge for Tang Sen this month yet. Now that I think about it, it would be great to get another badge that boosts obedience.

These young players really need to be managed strictly.

"Tyson, think about Kwame. He's already an All-Star and the Finals MVP. What about you? You two were trying out together last year."

Tang Sen spoke the most hurtful words in the calmest tone.

Chandler's heart was bleeding, and he was in excruciating pain.

That's right. I tried out with Brown last year, and I got completely destroyed back then.

Then watch Brown become the first high school player to be drafted number one in history, watch him become famous as soon as he entered the league, averaging 20 points and 10 rebounds per game, and become the youngest player in the league to score 50 points.

He also helped the Magic win the championship and became one of the league's top centers.

Looking at myself in comparison, I realize I've wasted the entire year.

Chandler did not refute, but silently gripped the kettlebell, letting his arm tremble uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Tang Sen also received a notification about the "truth".

Indeed, the truth is the most painful.

Just then, a figure rushed in through the entrance tunnel of the stadium.

Darius Miles.

Tang Sen glanced at his watch. Good, he was an hour and a half late.

In an instant, everyone in the room looked at him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I definitely set an alarm. Believe me, I set three alarms, but for some reason, it must be my alarm clock that's broken. I didn't hear the ringing at all."

Miles nervously explained why he was late.

Alarm clock?

Tang Sen sneered inwardly.

If you're going to make an excuse, at least use your brain. You might as well say you were caught speeding by the police.

"The alarm clock is broken, so you didn't hear it ring?" Tang Sen asked back.

Miles nodded confidently, thinking he had passed the test, but Tang Sen's next sentence made his scalp tingle.

Tang Sen said, "It's okay, you can sleep however you want at home tomorrow. Anyway, you've been suspended by the team, so you don't need to train anymore."

Miles was stunned for a while before he reacted.

"Suspended? Why? Who said I was suspended? I didn't know anything about it. You... what right do you have to suspend me!"

He knew that Tang Sen had said that if he was absent or late today, he would have to bear the consequences himself.

But to everyone's surprise, Tang Sen was serious and decided to suspend him from the competition.

Within an NBA team, being late, leaving early, or even, in extreme cases, assaulting players or the head coach can result in team penalties such as suspensions and salary deductions.

Even if he has a rookie guaranteed contract, the question is, would the Knicks care about a mere three million dollar contract?

If I were to completely shut myself out for a year, without competing or training, I would be ruined.

They might even trade themselves outright, and as Tang Sen said, some teams will seriously develop the players they've eliminated.

Miles was so excited he wanted to rush up.

Tang Sen didn't move, but Guo Yonglin, a few steps away, suddenly stepped in front of Tang Sen.

Then Brittenham quickly stepped forward and grabbed Miles.

Miles wasn't about to actually hit Tang Sen. He was scared and frantically begged for mercy, "Sir, I was wrong. You can punish me, but please don't suspend me."

"Get him out of here."

Tang Sen waved his hand, signaling to pull the person away.

If you take back what you've already said, how will you maintain your authority in the future?

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong! Damn it, you're targeting me!" Miles roared angrily, and Brittenham couldn't drag him away by himself.

Tedsky and Hall rushed over to help, and together with the security guards, they managed to get the person away.

Even from afar, Miles's angry roar could still be heard.

The players on the scene fell silent, confirming that Tang Sen was serious.

"What are you looking at me for? Keep training," Tang Sen shouted.

The young players shuddered and hurriedly began training.

Tang Sen turned to look at Guo Yonglin again and muttered, "Old Guo, are you serious?"

Were you trying to protect yourself just now?

Guo Yonglin always says he knows kung fu, but he never gets a chance to show it. The key is that the person is a giant over one or two meters tall. With your physique, can you really do it?

Guo Yonglin snorted and said, "He just didn't come up. If he really did, you'll see."

Tang Sen almost burst out laughing, but he managed to hold it in and preserve the badge's effect.

The three-hour training session ended in a tense atmosphere.

But the training wasn't over yet; they still needed physical therapy and massage.

"TyShawn".

Tang Sen blocked a player.

Yesterday, Cheney's coaching staff made a bunch of demands, and Townsend was yelling that he should resign, but the work still needs to be done.

Tang Sen also considered their requirements.

As for the perimeter players, Houston and Billups are definitely going to start.

There's no doubt that Yao Ming will be the center, and at the power forward position, we'll try to develop one of the two Garnetts.

Now that Miles has been fired, there's no need to worry anymore; he can just focus on developing Bender.

Mainly small forwards on the wing.

Cheney wants this position to have defensive skills, three-point shooting ability, and the ability to attack with the ball. If it also has a little bit of passing ability, that would be perfect.

At that moment, Tang Sen almost couldn't help but think, "Don't list them out one by one, just say it directly, I just want Larry Bird, that's all."

Then Tang Sen glanced around the forward line and saw, well, there really was one.

He was tall and thin, with an arm span like a gibbon.

This year's 23rd overall pick, Tayshaun Prince.

In order to get him, Leiden also paid a certain price.

The Knicks traded Mark Jackson to the Celtics for Caderick Brown, plus a 03 first-round pick.

This first-round pick didn't belong to the Celtics; they acquired it in 01 in a trade with the 76ers for Jerome Moiso.

They then used that first-round pick to acquire Prince from the Pistons.

"gentlemen."

Prince is somewhat introverted and, being a newcomer, barely interacted with anyone during the entire training match.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Tang Sen specifically called him out to stop him.

It seems we're doomed.

Prince's heart was pounding.

Unexpectedly, Tang Sen simply patted his arm and said, "Not bad."

The key point is that Tang Sen actually had a smile on his face.

Prince then realized that Tang Sen could actually laugh.

"Thank you... sir."

Prince was so nervous that he stumbled over his words.

Seeing his reaction, Tang Sen thought to himself that his authority had been established. He nodded and turned to leave.

Whether he can become Larry Bird depends on himself.

However, he does indeed have that condition.

These arms are really scary.

(End of this chapter)