Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 345 I don't want to find myself unprepared when I go on stage.

Tang Sen had considered it.

For the Knicks to win the championship, the season will last until at least mid-June.

Howard's training couldn't stop, so for convenience, he had to choose to train at the Knicks' training center.

But Townsend couldn't let him train with the Knicks; that would be disregarding league rules.

Therefore, Tang Sen will avoid training sessions with the team at different times.

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Furthermore, the Knicks are training less now, so the schedules can be staggered.

After playing the 76ers, the Knicks will face the Pacers on the road on the 6th.

He won't be able to return to New York until the 7th, when he'll be playing back-to-back games against the Bulls.

So, since Tang Sen was away for the next few days, Ethan was asked to help Howard get used to the schedule.

After watching Howard return to his room, Ethan didn't rush to rest.

He knew this kid wouldn't stay still.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, Howard tiptoed into the room.

The living room was dark. Howard had only taken two steps when he saw Ethan in the shadow of the sofa.

"Law……"

Howard almost swore, and before Ethan could say anything, he went back to his room with a dark expression.

Ethan didn't go to rest. He's 28 years old and has a 2-year-old child.

I haven't had the chance to experience the rebelliousness of teenagers yet.

But Ethan had been through it himself, so he knew exactly what Howard was thinking.

Ethan even thought Howard was alright, a good kid.

The truly bad kids might have already been swearing and fighting with themselves.

Two more hours passed, and just before midnight, Howard's door opened again.

"Fuck, aren't you going to sleep?"

Howard finally couldn't hold back and swore.

In the darkness, Ethan smiled.

For money and to support their families, what's a little sleeplessness?

Howard gave up and went back to his room indignantly.

This time, he never came out again, and soon after, his snoring could be heard from inside the room.

Ethan sighed and dozed off on the sofa for a while.

At 4:30, I woke up on time and pulled Howard, who was sleeping soundly, awake.

Howard glanced sleepily at the alarm clock on the bedside table and muttered, "Let me die."

Ethan kept his word and immediately went to fetch a basin of cold water, drenching Howard to a jolt of clarity.

Howard sat bolt upright, fully alert, and screamed that Ethan was abusing him.

Ethan didn't care, he pulled out his gym clothes and threw them at Howard, urging him to get up.

We must get to the training center before 5 o'clock.

Howard cursed and muttered under his breath, but still got up, changed his clothes, and set off with Ethan.

It's not even dawn yet.

Howard complained, "This behavior is inhumane. I don't believe you guys can get up before five every day."

He had read the newspapers, and Goodwin had also warned him about Townsend's famous Five Point Club.

But when Howard actually tried it himself, he realized just how inhumane it was.

Ethan, carrying Howard, prepared to run over, saying as he ran, "There are many things you don't believe, but that doesn't mean no one can do them."

Last season, every member of the Knicks team started training at 5 p.m. sharp, even during the season.

Success is not so easy.

"I do not believe."

Howard pursed his lips, still not believing it.

Ethan was too lazy to argue, thinking to himself, "Believe it or not, you'll believe it once you get used to it."

On April 6th, the Knicks defeated the Pacers again.

After the game, the team returned to New York overnight.

Sprewell seems to get really into the game against the Knicks, especially against the Bulls. If he leads his team to victory today and successfully stops the Knicks, it would be the biggest revenge against New York.

Around four in the morning, Ethan was already standing by the bedside with a basin of water, silently waiting for the time to arrive.

At 4:30 sharp, Howard was awakened.

Howard was too exhausted to even complain, and crawled out of bed like a zombie.

Resistance was futile, and neither Goodwin nor his parents came to his rescue. Howard had resigned himself to his fate.

His only hope now is that when he goes back to Atlanta to take classes, he will never go back to New York.

After quickly washing up, Howard grabbed his bag and headed out.

Although I get up early, I also go to bed early, so to be honest, I'm not that sleepy.

I had just stepped out when I bumped into the door of the room next door opening.

Dulin came out carrying his bag, greeted Ethan first, and then looked at Howard: "This must be the kid."

Ethan nodded and asked Dulin why he was up so early.

The three walked downstairs. Dulin said, "Anyway, I didn't play yesterday, so I might as well train more. The playoffs are about to start, and I need to be prepared."

Despite being on the injury list and not getting any playing time, Dulin still needs to be prepared and seize every opportunity to improve his skills.

The playoffs are just around the corner.

This year's Knicks will have one of the most glorious and captivating seasons in NBA history. In a season like this, even the slightest bit of good performance can boost one's chances of landing a coveted big contract.

Ethan understood and didn't ask any further questions.

Howard, who was traveling with him, was startled.

I had a match yesterday, so I flew back overnight and probably didn't get back to my apartment until 1 or 2 a.m. Then I got up again at 4:30 a.m. to go to training.

For the first time, Howard directly experienced how hard professional players work.

Dulin drove there.

In the car, Howard couldn't help but ask, "Sir, you don't even get a chance to play, so why are you training so hard?"

Dulin looked at Ethan with a puzzled expression.

Is this kid really Tang Sen's protégé? In his memory, Tang Sen is most intolerant of guys who don't train hard enough.

Ethan shook his head slightly.

He also wanted to know how Tang Sen had chosen such a lazy guy.

Dulin glanced at Howard in the rearview mirror, thought for a moment, and said, "Dwight, do you know who used to live in that apartment of yours?"

Howard shook his head.

Dulin said, "It's Donil Harvey, you may have heard of him."

Howard nodded; of course he knew.

Harvey also made a name for himself last season, and this season with the Nuggets, his performance has been extremely impressive, ranking high on the rebounding list and being hailed as the next Rodman.

Dulin continued, "Donnell once said that the reason he trains so hard every day is so that he doesn't find himself unprepared when he goes on to play."

"So Dwight, tell me, why train so hard?"

Howard's eyes widened, and he was somewhat shocked.

But it was just a bit of a shock.

Even after the initial shock, Howard still felt that such days were too agonizing.

Five-point training is so inhumane.

Howard initially thought Dooling was an isolated case, but when he arrived at the training center, he found that two other people had already arrived.

Gazurich, and Jones.

Including Dulin, these are the three unfortunate individuals on the inactive list.

"Is this the kid?" Gazurich approached, looking Howard up and down.

Howard has been making quite a bit of news lately.

The media is hyping him up like crazy, believing he could become the next Kwame Brown.

Otherwise, why would Tang Sen have come out of retirement?

Howard nodded blankly.

Gazurich is much stronger than Ethan; his muscles are clearly defined beneath his short-sleeved shirt.

"I heard you're a great jumper?" Gazuric asked.

Howard snapped out of his daze and nodded quickly.

His jumping ability is what he's most proud of.

“Come on, let’s have a jump contest.” Gazuric grabbed Howard, wanting to compare their jumping ability.

Howard thought about it and didn't refuse.

He's never been afraid of anyone when it comes to jumping.

Gazuric skipped the jumping test equipment and went straight for the backboard, lowering his body, leaping with all his might, and stretching out his arm to slap the backboard.

He jumped very high, at least a hand's width away from the top of the backboard.

Ethan looked on with envy.

The group of people in front of me are all sports fanatics.

Gazuric felt that his jump was 3.7 meters high.

加祖里奇2米11，站立摸高2米8，这一跳弹跳超过90公分。

Howard was also startled.

How come someone with such a powerful jump can't even get playing time?

Gritting his teeth, Howard followed Gazuric's example, sprinted with all his might, and leaped into the air.

Howard slapped his hand on the backboard, and as he landed, he knew he was in trouble.

"This doesn't count, I didn't jump well."

Howard said hastily.

The stride length was not well controlled, which affected the jump height.

Gazurich didn't mind and gestured for him to continue.

Just as Howard was about to jump again, Townsend and Tedsky arrived.

Howard quickly stopped and looked at Tang Sen guiltily.

Perhaps Tang Sen's reputation was too great, and he was a little afraid.

Tang Sen glanced at Dulin and the other two with some surprise, but didn't mind. He waved to them to continue practicing, and then waved to Ethan.

He asked Ethan how Howard had been doing these past few days while he was away.

Ethan thought for a moment and said, "A complete mess."

In short, they were all unruly and disobedient, and their training was lazy and half-hearted.

"Oh?"

Tang Sen almost laughed. For Ethan to describe this kid's performance as a complete mess, just how bad must it be?

(End of this chapter)