Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 291 Same move, how come you're even better?

At that moment, Tang Sen had a sudden realization, and suddenly knew how to cultivate Wade.

Just train them the way you did back then.

Tang Sen, who rose to fame in high school, was always known for his speed and sharp breakthroughs.

When Kruger went to high schools across the continent to recruit him, he repeatedly boasted to the local media that he was the fastest player he had ever seen.

Back then, Tang Sen was incredibly fast at breaking through defenses, often getting past defenders in a single step.

At that time, height was not a constraint for Tang Sen, but a booster for the Rockets.

Facing those tall opponents, Tang Sen could easily sweep them away with a single crouch.

After breaking through to the basket, facing taller inside players, he would use all sorts of exaggerated layups and changes of direction.

Finally, Tang Sen also has an excellent shooting ability, being very accurate with both mid-range and three-point shots.

Therefore, even though he is only 1.8 meters tall, Tang Sen can still dominate in high school competitions.

However, once they got to college, facing higher-level players, their talent began to fall short.

First of all, they are not good at confrontation.

Tang Sen is relatively light and lacks strength, so he can't push people aside when breaking through.

If you gain weight, you will lose speed.

At that time, Tang Sen desperately wished he could be taller and heavier, like Wade, so that with his speed he could dominate the court.

Unfortunately, that wasn't possible. Tang Sen had no choice but to add more variations based on his breakthroughs.

Play with changes in rhythm and use subtle details to mislead the defender.

There was also a European player at the time named Sarunas Matheulionis, whose breakthrough footwork, known as the Euro step, inspired Tangsen.

Tang Sen practiced diligently, creating space to make shots by making large left and right swaying movements while moving.

In Wade's video, Townsend also saw some of these offensive techniques.

The end result was that his knees were ruined, and he became just another ordinary person.

So at that time, Tang Sen imagined himself to be similar to Wade, with the speed of a whirlwind, the ability to be fast or slow, the ability to withstand pressure, and proficiency in various layup techniques, as well as excellent shooting skills.

He is proficient in everything, inside and out.

Unfortunately, it all only exists in fantasy.

But now that he sees Wade, Tang Sen feels that he can train him exactly as he imagined back then.

I don't have that talent, but this guy does.

The scenarios I've imagined might actually be recreated in this guy.

Thinking of this, Tang Sen suddenly felt a little impatient.

Dolan spent the whole summer on herself, but after not scolding anyone for so long, Tang Sen was really getting restless.

Tang Sen picked up his phone and sent a text message to Carlisle.

Tell him to tell Wade that he needs to be at the Knicks' training center by 5 a.m. tomorrow.

The security guard at the entrance will keep track of his time; he will be responsible for the consequences if he is late.

Having not had much contact with this kid, Tang Sen needed to test him to see if he was a lazy bum.

Madison.

At that moment, Carlisle was chatting with Wade backstage.

Wade was very humble in front of Carlisle, the Coach of the Year.

Carlyle was quite satisfied with this attitude.

The Knicks' locker room neither needs nor can have troublemakers.

As they were talking, Carlisle received a text message from Tangsen.

He paused for a moment, then showed the message to Wade.

"Dwynn, are you ready?"

Carlisle grabbed Wade's shoulder again and asked seriously.

They sacrificed Houston to get Wade.

There's no time for him to gradually adapt to the NBA; he needs to be ready to contribute immediately. He has to be prepared before the new season even begins.

So from this moment on, Wade had to start preparing.

Wade paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.

Wade was surprised when the Knicks chose him.

But beyond the surprise, there was also a great deal of excitement.

During my tryouts with the Knicks, I was completely invisible; nobody paid any attention to me.

But if I really had to pick the team I most wanted to join out of all 29 teams in the league...

Wade would still choose the Knicks.

The reason is simple: no rookie doesn't want to be the next Kwame Brown.

Coming to the Knicks would provide that opportunity.

"Coach, I won't let you down."

Wade tried to make his gaze firm.

He has ambitions.

In the big city of New York, all his dreams could come true.

As long as you work hard.

Carlisle nodded slightly, then turned and left.

The draft is over.

Several transactions also took place that night.

But the biggest trade was undoubtedly the Knicks'.

Before the draft even ended, New York media had already cornered Layden.

Just like last year, all the reporters said they couldn't understand it.

It's just Wade, the predicted tenth pick, but you actually picked him with the third pick.

If they had just picked Bosh or Milicic...

You've been saying you want the next Garnett since last year, then go ahead and pick one.

As a result, they chose Wade.

He's neither too tall nor too short, and he also has health risks, plus he's not young anymore.

After much deliberation, the only bright spot of this deal, according to the reporters, was that it got rid of Houston's salary burden.

Leiden didn't actually intend to avoid reporters.

With last season over, who would dare to question their own judgment?

If anyone questions this, it must be because they have a problem with their own judgment.

Faced with a crowd of eager reporters who were growing larger and larger, Leiden raised his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.

"I know you must be wondering why we chose Dwyane."

"It's simple, because we won't choose anyone but him, not even James."

Layden spoke with the same unwavering conviction that Jordan had when he declared he would never choose Brown even if he had to draft a hundred more times.

The surrounding reporters exchanged bewildered glances as they watched Leiden let loose.

That's as if you could choose LeBron James.

Ignoring the skeptical looks, Leiden continued, "Believe me, Dwyane is a genius, and everyone underestimates his potential."

"But we see his potential, and I can say that he is one of the most talented players in this year's rookies."

Leiden spoke with great enthusiasm.

But to the reporters, it sounded like he was trying too hard to save face.

What do you mean by "most talented rookie this year"? Where did you put LeBron James?
In the past, demanding New York journalists would have certainly made things difficult for Ryden.

But now, after exchanging bewildered glances, the reporters decided to take another look.

Leiden's judgment is debatable, but Tang Sen's abilities are beyond question.

Give Wade some time, and maybe he can make it big.

Today's New York fans are surprisingly tolerant.

Thomas originally wanted to take Wade, Bosh, and the others to celebrate.

When life is going well, especially in the glitz and glamour of New York, how can one not indulge in a little revelry?

However, Wade declined because he was worried about getting up early the next day.

He also specifically instructed Thomas to get up early so he could take him to the training center.

He vaguely remembered that Darius Miles had previously revealed that he was traded away by the Knicks because he was late.

Wade even made a point of going to bed early and setting several alarms.

The next morning, I got up, but Thomas didn't.

When Wade woke Thomas up and they left the hotel, there was only one hour left until 5 o'clock.

The training center is located dozens of kilometers away.

Wade kept urging Thomas to speed up along the way, which meant that they arrived early and missed the morning rush hour.

Even so, when they arrived at the training center, they were almost late. The security guard at the door glanced at his watch and said with a grin, "You're going to be late in 1 minute and 20 seconds. Come earlier next time."

Wade ran in, made sure he wasn't late, breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked what to do next and where Tang Sen was.

The security guard pointed outside: "Tang didn't come. He just asked you to come over, but he didn't say he was coming too."

"So you can do whatever you want next, maybe you can go back and catch up on some sleep."

The security guard had a mocking expression.

Thomas, who followed breathlessly, was completely bewildered.

I drove dozens of kilometers here early in the morning, just to check in?

Wade frowned slightly.

He wasn't sure what Tang Sen was up to—a test?

But isn't this kind of test a bit disrespectful?

Even if I am not yet qualified to gain respect from Tang Sen.

“Dwyane, shall we go back first?” Thomas asked, leaning on his knees.

Five o'clock! That's maddening!

Wade also had a feeling of coming with high hopes but leaving disappointed.

Nodding, Wade followed Thomas outside.

But as soon as he walked out, Wade turned back.

"Why are you back?" the security guard asked curiously.

Wade pointed inside and asked if he could use the training center now.

The security guard nodded.

Wade was drafted by the Knicks, and although he hasn't signed a contract yet, he's already a Knicks player.

This training center is open to Knicks players 24 hours a day, so Wade can certainly use it.

"Then I'm going to train."

Wade carried his bag and walked inside.

Since we're already here, why would we drive another hour back to sleep?
It's better to stay here and train.

On the second day of the draft, I was probably the first one to come to training early in the morning.

Since Wade wouldn't leave, Thomas had no choice but to follow.

Someone has to retrieve the ball.

Wade looked around curiously.

The training center, which was completed just last year, is brand new, and its facilities and decor are absolutely top-notch in the entire league.

Thinking back to those days, when I was 7 years old, my older sister tricked me into going to live with my father's new family. It was in the backyard of my father's new house, and there was no such luxurious place for me to train.

“Dwayne, Don seems difficult to get along with. You should be careful in the future,” Thomas whispered a reminder from beside him.

Clearly, he felt that Tang Sen was trying to intimidate Wade today, to show him who the real master of this place was, holding the power of life and death.

Wade nodded slightly.

There are definitely some complaints, after all, they felt tricked.

But Wade didn't dare to show it.

Townsend is an absolute authority, especially in the Knicks. If Townsend is dissatisfied with him, he can leave in a heartbeat.

As for being difficult to get along with and strict, Wade was already used to it.

His father was a former army sergeant. When he started training with his father and his three half-brothers, his father was as strict as a demon.

There will be no rest; we may have to play until late at night.

And they weren't allowed to shoot jump shots because the old man thought only cowards would shoot jump shots, and real men would only drive to the basket for a layup.

He would also find ways to "torture" his four sons, sometimes only allowing them to shoot with their left hand, and sometimes practicing until late at night without turning on the lights.

He would say that if you can shoot in the dark, you can score in the dark.

He would also bully the younger player, dunking on Wade's head time and time again.

So strictness is something Wade has always experienced.

Following the directions, the two arrived at the stadium.

As soon as he stepped out of the tunnel, Wade suddenly noticed a man in a sports vest running laps around the court to warm up in the distance.

"It's... Tang!"

Wade was so shocked his eyes almost popped out.

The security guard said Tang Sen didn't come.

Thomas was surprised, and then felt a wave of fear.

This is undoubtedly a test for Wade.

This will test whether Wade can arrive on time.

But this is only the first hurdle. If Wade doesn't stay to train, he won't be able to see Tang Sen at all.

"What are you daydreaming about? Take off your clothes and come with me."

Tang Sen ran closer and called out.

You've already wasted your five-point badge.

Wade then came to his senses, hurriedly took off his jacket, and followed.

“Sir.” Wade followed behind Tang Sen and subconsciously asked what was going on.

"Just call me Tang."

I'm only a few years older than Wade.

The title "Mr." is only appropriate for Brown.

Without turning his head, Tang Sen said, "Don't talk, just follow along and practice."

This kid passed both the first and second tests.

But there is a third hurdle.

That is, whether one can withstand the high-intensity training arranged by oneself.

Also, if he can get up early today, what about tomorrow?
Training isn't something that can be done in a day or two; you have to stick with it.

So before the team assembles on July 1st, Tang Sen wants to take these few days to observe this guy carefully.

The team has high expectations for him.

Tang Sen also believes he has enough supermodel talent.

But even someone like Jordan had to work hard to become a superstar.

If you don't have this awareness, then give up on him as soon as possible to save yourself the time of being wasted on him.

Tang Sen glanced at Wade, who was silently following behind, out of the corner of his eye.

Don't think that just because you've been chosen, you can rest easy.

If expectations are not met, you can leave at any time.

Tang Sen spent half an hour helping Wade complete his warm-up.

He is in excellent physical condition.

Wade has clearly experienced the effects of the system and is quietly feeling them.

Tang Sen picked up the basketball and immediately challenged Wade to a one-on-one match.

His skills are highly developed; there's no need to train him from scratch.

“I’m here.”

Tang Sen gave a reminder and immediately started to break through to the right. Just before the body was about to make contact, he blew the ball and hovered it, making a hesitant pause, half-turning as if to pull back.

Wade instinctively shifted his focus to the top lane to block the attack.

Just then, Tang Sen started again, gaining the upper hand and easily passing him to score a layup.

Wade frowned slightly.

The change in rhythm and the deceptive movements were so realistic that they completely fooled him.

"Come again."

Tang Sen received the ball, started with a crossover step at the high post, then bent down to gather the ball at the low post, made a sharp change of direction to the left, and just like that, brushed past Wade and made a reverse layup.

Wade frowned even more, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

He can do all of these actions.

He also knew that Tang Sen was just a trainer, and his physical fitness was definitely not as good as his own; he was not as tall, much shorter, or as fast.

But for some reason, I just couldn't defend myself.

He couldn't help but look at Tang Sen with a questioning gaze.

The same move, how come you're even better?

That expression suddenly reminded Tang Sen of the first time he met Brown two years ago.

I showed off my skills a little, and the child looked at me with admiration, his eyes filled with a desire to learn.

At this moment, right here, with no outsiders, only himself and Wade, Tang Sen inexplicably rediscovered that feeling.

I had this urge to tell Wade: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

(End of this chapter)