Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 343 I Spent Money
Tang Ling didn't linger and left with Goodwin to discuss the specifics.

That left Howard and Ethan, their eyes locked in a stark contrast.

"Have you chosen a room yet?" Ethan asked first.

He's an adult now, but in his eyes, Howard is still a child.

Howard shook his head.

Ethan didn't waste any words and said, dragging his luggage, "Then I'll stay in this room."

There are two bedrooms, one of which has a balcony, and that's the one Ethan chose.

Howard opened his mouth; he wanted this one.

But I don't dare to face strangers.

Just then, Ethan's voice came from inside: "You have fifteen minutes to tidy up your room. I'll come and check it in a bit."

"examine?"

Howard's eyes widened, thinking to himself that it was his room, and his parents had never cared about him.

But Goodwin had already left, and at this moment Howard felt like he had been abandoned in the wilderness, feeling lonely and helpless.

There was nothing I could do but listen.

Ethan was taller and stronger than him, and Howard was afraid that Ethan would bully him.

From childhood to adulthood, Howard has always been a good kid and has never been in a fight.

If it weren't for my good basketball skills, I would have been bullied at school long ago.

Fifteen minutes later, Ethan pushed open the door and entered.

"You are not allowed to lock the door from now on."

Ethan simply pointed to the door.

Tang Sen said that Howard is not allowed to have any private time right now.

There's no other way; if you want to succeed, you have to be tough on yourself.

If you can't stand it, then get out.

Howard opened his mouth, but decided to let bygones be bygones for now.

Once you've locked the door yourself, what are you going to do, kick it open?

If that's the case, then I'll have to file a complaint.

I did spend money, and a lot of it at that.

That's $30 a month.

Ethan had already begun surveying the entire room.

"Snacks confiscated."

He simply found a trash can and threw all the snacks from the drawer into it.

Howard jumped to his feet, clenching his fists.

Ethan turned his head and looked over calmly.

Want to fight?
Tang Sen said that if a conflict arises, he is willing to fight, but as long as it's not too serious.

It's normal to get into a fight during the turbulent teenage years.

Howard's gaze dimmed, and he muttered to himself, "I won't stoop to your level," before sitting back down.

Confiscate it, I'll just buy it myself later.

Ethan shook his head slightly, sensing Howard's weakness.

"Game consoles, confiscated as well!"

"CDs and tapes, all confiscated."

Ethan continued his sweeping, then said, "Believe me, you don't have time to enjoy these forms of entertainment."

You'll want to sleep as soon as you finish training every day; playing games or listening to music is just a dream.

Howard clenched his fists, offering no resistance.

Ethan only stopped after confiscating the game console and other items and locking them in the cabinet, saying, "Alright, take out your homework and do it."

Howard opened his mouth wide and asked hesitantly, "You're not a teacher."

Ethan said, "I'm not a teacher, but I'm more than capable of teaching you."

After saying that, he urged him to hurry up, as there were other arrangements to make later.

Howard lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and said, "I want to make a phone call."

His phone was also confiscated.

He felt like he was in prison.

Ethan said, "Now is not the time for you to play on your phone. Hurry up and do your homework."

He stood there, 2.11 meters tall, his head almost touching the ceiling, with a cold face, like an iron tower.

Howard pursed his lips, held back, and pulled out his textbook to start doing his homework.

He couldn't answer some questions, so he left them blank.

Ethan immediately noticed and pointed at him, asking why he wasn't doing it.

Howard forced a smile and said, "I can't."

Ethan said, "Then you can ask me."

Howard turned his head away and said, "I don't want to ask you."

Ethan chuckled to himself.

However, he had seen plenty of these teenage brats, and most importantly, he had experienced it himself.

Ethan hooked his arm around Howard's shoulder.

Howard's body was filled with resistance, but he found that he was no match for Ethan's strength.

Ethan's voice was like a devil's whisper: "You have to ask, whether you want to or not."

Howard wanted to argue, but faced with Ethan's stern gaze, he swallowed all his dissatisfaction.

I'll bear with it for now. I'll tell my parents what happened tonight when I get my phone back, and then they can come and rescue me.

Ethan didn't care what he was thinking. If he couldn't understand after one explanation, he would keep explaining until he understood.

Howard can't escape anyway, so he has no choice but to listen.

Howard waited anxiously until lunchtime.

The delivery was handled by a nutritionist from the training center.

One serving for each person.

Ethan invited Howard to eat and turned on the TV in the living room as well.

Howard's eyes lit up; for him, the lack of entertainment time truly felt like an eternity.

Unfortunately, Ethan didn't let him watch soap operas, but instead took the opportunity to play some game footage.

NCAA.

Howard's face immediately fell. Compared to the pay-TV shows he watched at the hotel yesterday, these game recordings were utterly pathetic.

"Can we watch something else?" Howard asked, turning his head.

Ethan shook his head slightly.

Howard picked up his lunchbox and stood up, thinking, "Fine, I won't watch it."

Ethan looked up.

Their eyes said it all; you couldn't ignore them.

Howard gritted his teeth and endured it.

I'll complain about it tonight.

He sat down silently and opened his lunchbox.

Then I realized that there was quite a lot of food in the lunchbox, but none of it was what I liked to eat.

Even with the delicious steak, salmon, and shrimp, Howard prefers pizza and burgers. And an ice-cold can of Coke would make it even better.

"What is this?"

Howard picked up a bottle of beverage that had been delivered at the same time, as if it were a hand grenade.

Ethan replied without turning his head, "Vegetable juice, it tastes alright."

Howard rolled his eyes, paused for a moment, and then said, "Do I have to finish it all?"

Ethan gave a thumbs up: "Smart."

Howard had an urge to throw his lunchbox in the trash, then explode, storm out of the apartment, and head straight back to Atlanta.

But in the end, he resisted and started eating in silence.

Fortunately, apart from the vegetables, the meat tasted alright.

Howard even pinched his nose and drank the last bottle of vegetable juice.

As for the video, Howard didn't watch it at all.

He threw the empty lunchbox into the trash can and turned to look at Ethan, wondering what he would do next.

Ethan pointed to the television: "You can watch TV."

Howard shook his head, uninterested.

"Then let's go read a book."

Howard chuckled.

Ethan shrugged and said, "Whatever, but you can't leave the room anyway, you're going to take a nap later."

Howard was about to lash out when his eyes suddenly lit up.

Lunch break?

Ethan should be included too, so maybe I can take the opportunity to slip away.

Go out and have fun, and then make sure Ethan can't find you.

Let's see what he can do to me.

With that in mind, Howard patiently sat back down and began watching the video.

As he watched, Howard suddenly pointed at the TV and said, "Is that you in the white jersey, number 16?"

Ethan nodded.

This is a video of the University of Connecticut's game during March Madness.

Howard responded with an "oh," showing some interest. After watching closely for a while, he said, "Your playing isn't that great either."

Not being a starter, and with limited playing time, his movements under the basket were slow, making him vulnerable to various strong attacks from opponents.

He would float outside and shoot some hoops.

In Howard's eyes, the game was a complete mess.

Ethan didn't mind, saying, "If I played well, I wouldn't be sitting on the same sofa as you."

If I were that good, I would have made a fortune in the NBA long ago.

Howard pursed his lips, said nothing more, and waited until it was time to rest before going back to his room to sleep.

He saw Ethan return to his room, calculating when to slip away.

Half an hour later, Howard felt it was about time and prepared to slip away.

If you have money, you can go wherever you want.

As a result, at 2:30, after Ethan got up, Howard was sulking in the living room.

The door wasn't locked, but this is an apartment building, and there are security guards downstairs.

Then I was told that I was not allowed to leave.

Howard didn't dare to force his way in, so he could only return dejectedly, feeling utterly frustrated.

"I spent money."

Seeing Ethan's mocking expression, clearly having anticipated this outcome, Howard could no longer hold back and said angrily.

Although Goodwin paid for it in advance, he ultimately had to pay for it himself.

If you've already spent the money, why should you suffer like this?

Ethan ignored him, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and then told Howard to go to the training center for training in half an hour.

He chuckled inwardly.

Pay?

If you want to train with Tang Sen, all you have to do is pay money, and I don't know how many people would rush to give Tang Sen money.

So what if you spend money? You still have to obey.

Of course, the first few days were intentional, to give Howard a hard time and temper his casual and lazy personality.

Fifteen minutes later, Ethan prepared to leave.

Howard didn't pack his things; he just sat there sulking, angry.

"I dont go."

Howard turned his head away.

Ethan turned around, went to Howard's room, stuffed all the training equipment into his bag, and threw it directly at Howard.

Howard remained motionless, his eyes seeming to say, "You're not going to hit me, are you?"

Ethan felt it hadn't come to the point where fists had to be used; he was just doing Howard a calculation.

They said your tuition is $300,000 a month, which is $10,000 a day.

Let's start counting from today.

Today's training session is scheduled for this afternoon, lasting two hours.

Five thousand US dollars per hour.

"If you don't want to go, of course I have no problem with that. Anyway, whether you go or not, I still have my income."

Ethan sat back down.

Howard blinked, the word "ten thousand dollars" echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Most importantly, even if I don't go myself, I'll still have to pay that $10,000.

The next moment, Howard hurriedly got up and called Ethan to set off.

Howard's family is well-off, but that's ten thousand US dollars.

Ethan chuckled to himself and followed, carrying his luggage.

When they arrived at the training center, it was empty. The team was far away in Philadelphia, and the WNBA season had not yet started.

Ethan warmed up Howard and then taught him the basics.

That is, dribbling.

The luck is changing in all sorts of ways.

Howard considers himself a point guard with good ball-handling skills, but in Ethan's eyes, he's just trash.

Ethan stood to the side, his trash talk never stopping.

Howard was so angry that he threw the ball down and yelled that he wanted to have a one-on-one match with Ethan.

"No time."

Ethan wouldn't even look at him.

Singled out?

They're talking as if they could beat Howard.

Ethan may have been stern in words, but deep down he genuinely envied Howard.

At 19 years old, with such outstanding talent, he was about to enter the NBA and become a star in the public eye.

Ethan looked at the indignant Howard with a complicated expression.

(End of this chapter)