Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 286 Supermodel Talent
Tang Sen's gaze remained fixed on Cameron Anthony.

Watching a game replay on a screen is quite different from actually observing it up close.

There is now a clear control.

This young man had furrowed brows and a youthful face. Just by standing there, you could clearly see the difference between him and others from his physique.

It's wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the body is very thick, making the head look small.

While waiting, he tried to chat with the other players.

But the 18 players came from all over the country and didn't know each other very well, so few people paid him any attention.

The body measurements took about an hour.

And this is just the beginning.

Tedeschi told people to get to work.

All measuring instruments on site were cleared out.

Then staff moved it in...

Badminton net?

The players present looked at each other in bewilderment. This is a basketball court, right? Why bring in a tennis net?
Many people didn't even recognize it as a badminton net.

There are many people playing tennis in the United States, but almost no one plays badminton.

Along with the staff came another group of five people, four men and one woman, all carrying badminton rackets.

While setting up the venue, Tedeski went up to ask if anyone knew how to play badminton.

Only one person raised their arm.

Luke Walton, the Red Giant, is the son of Bill Walton.

He wasn't particularly talented, and he was getting on in years, already 23 this year, but he still made it through.

What could Tang Sen say? There are human relationships in the NBA too.

Seeing that no one raised their hand, Luke Walton slowly withdrew his hand and explained with an embarrassed smile, "I've only played a few times, so I'm not very good at it."

Tedsky said, "That means nobody knows how to do it. Very good, excellent."

That's exactly what I want—you guys don't know how.

Even if you know how, it'll still be difficult to handle.

The five people opposite them were opponents they had specifically hired.

Not a professional.

There is no professional badminton league in the United States.

He's an amateur expert.

Even if it's amateurish, it's enough.

Tedsky asked for a racket and explained the basic rules of badminton to everyone.

Then their task was to play ball.

They attack from the other side, they respond; it's best if they can fight back, but it doesn't matter if they can't.

It's not that they need to know how to play ball, but rather to test something else.

The rookies didn't understand why the tryouts were going to involve this, but they had no choice but to accept it.

The NBA's top talent scout and top-tier trainer's arrangements—just listen to them, if you don't understand, it's perfectly normal.

Anthony was the first to raise his hand, eager to play.

He had played tennis and felt that badminton should be similar to tennis.

He swung the badminton racket; it was very light, and it felt a little awkward to hold it in his large hand.

He was assigned the only woman.

Anthony was still unhappy and asked to be replaced, saying that he didn't play with women.

Especially a typical housewife.

The housewife opposite him smiled contemptuously and pointed at him fiercely, saying, "Kid, wait until you beat me up before you talk."

He casually grabbed the racket, scooped up the ball, juggled it with one hand, and hit it directly.

The shot landed precisely in front of Anthony.

Anthony instinctively racket his racket to smash the ball.

He swung his sword and missed, then reacted quickly to hit it again, but it was clearly too late.

The housewife scoffed, "Kid, this is only level zero difficulty."

Anthony's expression changed slightly after being choked, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's try again."

This time it hit the target.

"Ha, I hit it!" Anthony exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the badminton shuttlecock in front of him.

The housewife retorted, "Did your ball go over the net?"

In short, Anthony was so offended that he secretly cursed.

"Level 1 difficulty."

The woman casually picked up a ball and hit it again.

Faster speed.

Anthony instinctively dodged, and the ball almost hit him in the face.

"What are you doing?" Anthony asked back.

The woman casually picked up another ball and said, "Don't you have legs? Don't you know how to dodge?"

Anthony unleashed another round of silent profanity.

However, seeing the behavior of the four people nearby, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Same as myself.

There are cameras here that will record everyone's behavior.

Tang Sen and his two companions watched from a distance.

"Tang," Leiden asked curiously, "can this kind of test really select the players we want?"

Carlisle also looked at Tangsen.

Tang Sen shrugged: "Who knows?"

Like surfing and beach volleyball, Tang Sen likes to draw parallels between different sports, incorporating tedious training into the sport, and even using elementary school students for creative training.

The purpose of having them play badminton is to test their agility, quickness, hand-eye coordination, instantaneous reaction ability, and even their feel for the ball.

The "feel" of the shuttlecock refers to the dexterity of the small muscle groups in the hand. Badminton, which relies heavily on wrist strength, places a high demand on this aspect.

But tennis is different.

Tennis requires more strength and explosiveness, which is different from badminton.

Most importantly, none of them will do that.

When you encounter something you don't know how to do, talent can help you get started quickly and help you break through the encirclement.

And this is exactly what Tang Sen needs to find.

Entering the NBA means facing one in a thousand. Every single one of them is a unique talent who has stood out from hundreds of thousands or even millions of people in a city or state.

Among ordinary people, everyone possesses top-tier talent.

Or rather, each person represents the pinnacle of human physical capabilities.

But higher and faster, genius is just the starting point. That's why we need supermodels.

Like Black people, they generally have long bones and limbs, wider distribution of fast muscles, and greater explosive power.

But their killing power is not as strong as that of white people.

When you possess not only amazing explosive power but also an even stronger talent for death power, then you are a supermodel.

vice versa.

Tang Sen was looking for this kind of extraordinary talent.

There are many ways to test this, and it is not limited to having them play badminton.

The Knicks have arranged a two-day tryout, and there are many more projects waiting for them.

Townsend will ultimately consider all the results to see if he can find the best fit for the Knicks.

There is no time limit here.

Five amateur badminton players served, and Anthony received the shuttlecock.

They will keep increasing the difficulty.

From initially being straightforward, sending the shuttlecock right in front of you, to now varying the distance and speed.

In this situation, as a complete novice, all you can do is rely entirely on your talent.

It requires quick reactions, agile positioning, anticipation of the landing point, and extreme body coordination.

The better the performance, the stronger the talent in that area.

Just now, Tang Sen could see the difference at a glance.

All five of them were struggling to cope, reacting slowly and in a very sorry state.

However, Anthony's performance was relatively better.

Tang Sen had watched the video before and thought that this kid had a very strong ability to combine the ball.

He is more of a heavy small forward, with a larger build, so theoretically he should be slower.

He is indeed slow, but he is agile enough.

When attacking the basket in the penalty area, he can withstand the defender and complete various turns, somersaults, and dribbling moves.

He handles technical skills with effortless ease.

This is excellent coordination and a superb ball sense—a rare talent.

Like now, he can actually make a move where he raises his racket high, misses the shot, and then immediately lowers it again to return the ball with a low shot.

This reaction speed and wrist control are very strong.

Moreover, he gradually adapted to his opponent's rhythm, moving quickly within a small space.

Everything stems from instinct; it is a manifestation of talent.

Tang Sen understood the situation.

As things stand, this kid seems to have better coordination skills.

His athletic talent is certainly top-notch, but not quite top-notch, while his coordination is supermodel-level.

The woman had already sensed Anthony's progress and increased the difficulty once again.

The slow, deliberate flick followed by a sharp smash, with its unpredictable landing points, left Anthony completely flustered, only then realizing just how difficult this thing was.

Fortunately, Tedsky called a halt, saving him.

"Kid, you're not bad." The woman nodded slightly.

For a complete novice to pick this up so quickly, they must have talent.

Anthony made a face at the woman in frustration, walked back, and complained to the person next to him that he didn't know why they had to conduct such a trial.

The test continues.

The performances of each person varied greatly.

Especially those big guys who were crammed in.

Tang Sen also noticed Darko Milicic, who had short, choppy hair and looked as handsome as a star.

He performed poorly and awkwardly in the current test, which concerns coordination and the small muscle groups in his hands.

It's not a big problem, because his strength doesn't lie in this area.

This guy is quite the supermodel weirdo.

He was a white man with top-tier static talent, yet he possessed explosive power almost comparable to that of a Black man.

That's what a supermodel is.

But I feel like I'm still a little short of Garnett.

Garnett is a supermodel, but what makes him a supermodel isn't the sheer power of a black man compared to a white man, but rather his coordination.

It's ridiculous that someone so big plays like a guard.

Milicic's coordination is significantly worse.

He's suited to a direct approach, using explosive power to attack the basket.

He's a good prospect, but the Knicks don't need him.

The players were tested one by one.

There are also those who performed well.

Just like Walton, who previously boasted about having played badminton, he performed quite well. After adapting, he was able to go toe-to-toe with his opponents.

It's not just because he's played before; his coordination is also quite good.

His father was a historically famous supermodel, so he must have inherited some talent in coordination.

However, his athletic ability was penalized too much.

After three rounds, only three people remained.

Dwyane Wade, the short guy who was shoved in along the way, was among them.

He had never played badminton before, and he was quite clumsy at first.

But soon, like several other outstanding players such as Anthony, he adapted to the rhythm.

He reacted extremely quickly, completing the same second shot as Anthony.

They move very quickly.

Tang Sen saw it clearly: facing the ball that was sometimes near and sometimes far, he hardly needed to make any starting movements; he darted out in a flash.

Moreover, he successfully caught the ball while bending over multiple times.

These guys are all around two meters tall, with a high center of gravity, so they bend over very slowly.

Even when bending over, it's not easy to maintain balance.

But this kid has a kind of agile, swift energy about him.

It starts quickly, changes direction quickly, and has strong body control after changing direction.

Just as he was thinking this, facing a fierce high spike, he suddenly jumped up and smashed the ball back.

This action caught Tang Sen's eye.

The reaction and anticipation are extremely fast, but what truly captivates the eye is undoubtedly the speed of the bounce.

He jumped without hesitation, which was quite amazing.

Tang Sen perked up a bit. Could this kid also have the talent of a supermodel?

(End of this chapter)