Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 344 actually made me feel at ease.
The training lasted two hours and was not very intense.

Ethan isn't Townsend; he can't teach Howard anything. His job is simply to keep Howard busy while Townsend is away from New York.

Howard didn't even break a sweat throughout the entire training session.

As I left, I muttered to myself that this kind of training wasn't worth ten thousand US dollars at all.

So when Howard finally got his phone back that evening, he dialed Goodwin's number from the living room balcony, and Howard's first words were that he had been scammed.

"fraud?"

Goodwin on the other side was completely dumbfounded.

"That's right, he's a liar, a big liar."

Howard muttered to himself as he leaned out of the balcony to look down.

Fourth floor.

Jumping down would probably be terrible.

Howard hurriedly said, "Mr. Goodwin, do you know what kind of training they gave me? It's the most basic training. My God, I paid them ten thousand dollars! Ten thousand dollars is enough for me to buy snacks for a year."

Speaking of snacks, Howard's resentment grew even stronger. He complained, "You know what they gave me to eat? That disgusting, sticky vegetable juice, and they just stared at me and insisted that I drink it."

"That big guy, he's a devil. He took away all my snacks and my game console, wouldn't let me watch TV, and made me take a nap. Damn it, he even controls my sleep."

“I’ve had enough, Mr. Goodwin. Please come here right now and take me away from here.”

Goodwin on the other end understood.

He knew about all the issues Howard mentioned.

Ethan isn't Tang Sen; what can he train?

Confiscating snacks is to control diet; confiscating game consoles and setting regular breaks are to reasonably arrange training time.

Goodwin had heard James mention these things, and the media had also reported on them.

That's what Tang Sen has always done.

But unexpectedly, Howard couldn't stand it for even a day.

"Sorry, Dwight, I have something to do. Let's talk again when I have time."

Goodwin gave a vague answer and quickly hung up the phone.

Tang Ling had instructed her to avoid unnecessary contact with Howard.

As for bringing Howard back, that's a joke.

This was his cash cow, and it was only under Tang Sen's training that he became a cash cow. If he could, Goodwin would want to tie Howard to Tang Sen.

Howard blinked and then called his parents again.

With the same complaints, she eventually asked her parents to come to New York to pick her up.

"Restricting your departure?"

Old Howard, a former mounted policeman, immediately frowned upon hearing this.

Goodwin told himself more than once that Tangsen was the best trainer in the world.

But Howard Sr. didn't expect that Townsend would use a militaristic management style to restrict his son.

Old Howard felt a pang of sympathy.

Just as he was about to speak, his wife, Shirley, glared at him.

As a mother, she had seven pregnancies, all of which ended in miscarriage. She finally had Howard, so of course she doted on him.

But Shelly was a basketball player, and she knew very well that if she wanted to enter the NBA and become the best basketball player, she definitely couldn't do it without hard work.

In school, Howard could easily win games thanks to his talent, but the NBA is different; it's where all the world's geniuses gather.

Therefore, Shirley felt that Tang Sen's arrangements were not problematic.

“Dwight, you need to focus. Everything your coach does is for your own good. I won’t allow you to slack off.”

Make sure Howard eats nutritious food, doesn't play video games, does his homework properly, and gets enough rest.

Sheryl wanted to kiss Tang Sen twice.

This is what a good child should do, and it's what she, as a mother, always wanted Howard to be.

After giving Howard a final stern warning, Shelly hung up the phone without giving him a chance to argue.

Howard Sr. still felt sorry for his son and discussed with his wife whether Townsend was being too strict.

“Strict? I don’t think so.”

Sherry was initially worried when Howard went to New York, a thousand miles away, all by himself.

But now that she knows how Tang Sen disciplines Howard, she feels relieved. As a devout Christian, she doesn't want her son to pick up those messy bad habits.

Tang Sen's actions were exactly what she wanted.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Howard angrily swung his fists at the air twice before walking back dejectedly.

Ethan is watching TV.

Knicks vs. 76ers.

The Knicks' remaining games are all nationally televised, generating explosive viewership.

Fans across America are waiting for either a miracle or the biggest disappointment in NBA history.

Ethan glanced at Howard, who had a tense expression, and asked if he wanted help packing his luggage.

Howard cursed Ethan in his heart in anger, ignored him, and went back to his room in silence.

But after a while, he still ran out.

He couldn't stand it without a game console, CDs, or even a magazine.

He sat down on the other side of the sofa and watched TV in a huff.

"I hope you lose."

Howard huffed and cursed.

Ethan chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that he wasn't a Knicks player and that whether the Knicks lost or won was none of his business.

However, it should be difficult for them to lose.

The Knicks have a pretty easy time beating the 76ers. As long as they contain Iverson, the 76ers won't be able to cause any trouble.

And the Knicks have players like that.

For example, Wade, Jones, and even Dooling were all able to effectively limit Iverson's performance through their defense.

Ultimately, the Knicks did not suffer an upset in this back-to-back game, winning 117-100 by 17 points.

Howard was even more frustrated upon seeing this result.

I was watching TNT, and on TV, Barkley was saying that the Wizards had become the last hope to stop the Knicks' undefeated record.

After all, they're fourth in the East, so their strength isn't bad.

And with Hill and Stoudemire, they might be able to create a miracle.

However, Barkley was just saying that; he also thought the Cavaliers had a chance in the final game of the season.

Thinking of the Cavaliers, Barkley's eyes lit up, and he said, "If the Cavaliers, led by LeBron, manage to come back and beat the Knicks in the final game, then the Cavaliers will not only wash away the shame of the biggest defeat in history, but also complete their revenge and deliver the most fatal blow to the Knicks."

With an 82-0 record, if they lose the last game, all their hard work for the season will be for naught.

New Yorkers must be furious.

And this opportunity has now fallen into James' hands.

Barkley felt that if James really did that, the whole world would know his name.

You accomplished something that no one else in the entire league could do; that makes you a true chosen one.

He grew increasingly agitated, while Kenny Smith across from him was utterly speechless, rolling his eyes and saying, "Cavaliers? LeBron? Charles, are you serious?"

In the NBA, there are instances where strong teams suffer unexpected defeats and weak teams are easily defeated.

But how are the Cavaliers going to beat the Knicks?

And then there's LeBron James, who scored single digits against the Knicks. Even if you put both of them together, it wouldn't be enough to lead the Cavaliers to a game-winning shot against the Knicks.

Ethan turned off the TV.

"Go wash up and get ready, it's time for bed."

Howard's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "It's only nine o'clock!"

Going to bed at nine o'clock? Just kidding.

Ethan just looked at him quietly, then said, "You can go to sleep whenever you want, but I'll wake you up with cold water at 4:30 tomorrow morning, so you can give it a try."

After a long eye contact, Howard finally gave in.

After all, he was just a kid who wasn't even 19 years old.

"You are a demon, a demon, do you understand?"

Howard cursed under his breath and headed to the bathroom in frustration.

(End of this chapter)