Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 416 Noble Man
The final whistle sounded.

Bynum was clearly affected in the fourth quarter, but Hillsborough High School did not pull off a miracle.

But nobody cared about the game anymore.

Even the players and head coach at Hillsborough High School noticed Tangsen's arrival.

As soon as the game ended, their head coach, who had a big nose and was balding, took the initiative to run over and greeted Tang Sen in a nervous and apprehensive tone.

Then he waved to his players and called over a player named Justin.

They enthusiastically introduced Justin as their team's best player, averaging 17 points per game so far this season.

Tang Sen glanced at the player named Justin.

I understand what the head coach means; he just wants me to say a few words of praise.

Maybe when applying for college scholarships later, you can directly tell them, "Look, this is a player personally praised by Tang Sen, the league's vice president and one of the world's top trainers. That's what they said about a good player."

"Good."

Tang Sen's praise wasn't enough; after a moment's thought, he offered a piece of advice.

"I noticed that you shoot very accurately, but your ball handling isn't good enough. You're a guard, and if you had better ball handling, you'd have more opportunities."

"I'll teach you a method: dribble the ball against a wall, hold it in one spot, and don't let it fall. The longer you can hold it, the better. Your dribbling will improve."

"That's how I taught Yao to dribble back then."

Tang Sen added another sentence.

Just that one sentence made Justin's eyes light up.

This is how Yao Ming trains!

He nodded excitedly, then asked nervously how to do it.

Tangsen patted Tedsky on the shoulder, signaling him to say something, then walked past the two men toward the St. Joseph's High School bench.

They were already eagerly waiting over there.

Tang Sen was initially somewhat disappointed and planned to leave immediately after the match.

But that last offensive play in the final quarter made Townsend decide to give Bynum another chance.

Let's see if it's just a flash of inspiration or if he really has talent.

Connors also acted decisively, trying to get close to Bynum's mother.

"Hello."

Tang Sen greeted the players.

They all looked at themselves nervously and nodded blankly in response.

Their head coach, Aldridge, was so nervous that he stammered as he fumbled for a handshake with Townsend.

At this moment, the few reporters present also rushed over and took a bunch of pictures of Tang Sen.

Tang Sen ignored them and asked if it would be convenient for Bynum to stay.

"Of course it's convenient."

Aldridge nodded excitedly.

It's confirmed; Tang Sen has his eye on Bynum.

Before long, the students dispersed, leaving only the students from St. Joseph's High School.

Bynum's mother and brother also stayed behind, especially his mother, Janet McCoy, who clenched her fists nervously and stared intently at Townsend.

She attended university and received a good education.

Therefore, even when Bynum was very young, she understood the importance of education and worked hard to raise her two children.

Once Bynum's basketball talent was discovered, McCoy immediately adjusted his approach and focused all his efforts on developing Bynum's basketball skills.

To ensure Bynum received the best education, she transferred him to different schools twice.

So Bynum attended three different high schools throughout his high school career.

In his second year of high school, he attended a private elite school.

McCoy even moved to an expensive neighborhood to attend this school.

This place isn't far from New York, but the housing prices aren't cheap.

She knew her son's talent, but she also knew that there were countless heroes in the world, and far too many geniuses.

To stand out, you need some luck and a helpful person.

Tang Sen was this benefactor.

In Connors' words, if Townsend takes a liking to Bynum and is willing to train him, then this year's number one draft pick can be reserved directly.

Townsend walked to the center circle of the court and waved to Bynum.

When Bynum came forward, Tangsen handed him the ball and pointed to the basket.

"What am I supposed to do?" Bynum asked, completely bewildered.

"Shoot."

Tangsen wanted to see his shooting talent.

Long ago, Tang Sen dismissed the so-called shooting talent, thinking that if someone couldn't shoot accurately, it must be because they didn't practice enough.

And I can prove it myself; I practiced my shooting diligently and my shooting accuracy is very good.

But after actually coming to the NBA and coming into contact with a lot of talented people...

Every player who enters the NBA can be considered a genius.

Tang Sen then slowly realized that shooting is indeed a talent.

This kind of talent cannot be measured simply by how fast you run or how good your coordination is.

Even with talent, a lot of training is still needed. But Tang Sen figured out some methods for testing shooting talent.

For example, the current method.

To shoot from an extremely long distance.

That's what Tang Sen was thinking.

If you want to measure whether someone has shooting talent, you need to try to remove some distractions or put them in a situation where the shooting form has the least impact.

Right now, standing in the center circle, you can only push the ball out by feel.

A complete shooting process involves seeing the position of the basket before releasing the ball, jumping, making a judgment in the brain, and then adjusting the shooting posture and controlling the shooting power.

Finally, throw the ball.

Tang Sen believes that so-called shooting talent is simply about having a more accurate grasp of the position of the basket, the shooting distance, and the force of the shot.

This is a comprehensive ability.

It can't be touched, but it definitely exists.

Just like some people are incredibly accurate when throwing things; they can hit the target with just a few random throws.

But some people just can't seem to get it right.

So, when you place them in the center circle and they shoot from super long distances, you can see if they have that kind of talent.

Bynum is a bit silly and serious.

As a child, he didn't have much to do with basketball; like a science student, he was interested in mechanics and cars.

My dream used to be to become a race car driver.

So when faced with Townsend's request, Bynum hesitated for a moment and retorted, "That shot won't go in."

Tang Sen thought to himself, "I didn't ask you to make the shot."

If you can make the shot, then your talent is truly remarkable.

"I didn't tell you to make the shot, go ahead and shoot."

Tang Sen offered no explanation.

Bynum glanced at Aldridge.

Aldrich glared at him anxiously. "You silly boy, just do what they tell you to do, and don't you dare talk back!"

Bynum glanced at the basket in the distance, gritted his teeth, and pushed the basketball away.

The first ball naturally went to Grandma's house.

He didn't even touch the backboard.

Bynum turned to look at Tangsen with an expression that said, "See? You just can't make the shot."

A player picked up the ball and threw it over.

Tang Sen said, "Continue, throw 10, and be serious."

The kid muttered something, probably saying that he had been serious enough.

Bynum glanced at Aldridge again.

Aldridge was so anxious that he started gesturing.

And his mother in the stands kept giving him meaningful glances.

Bynum took a deep breath and focused.

Bynum glanced at the basket in the distance, took a quick aim, and shot the basketball.

There was a clang.

The ball hit the backboard.

And it's very close to the basket.

On the second shot, Bynum took another attempt.

The ball hit the rim directly.

It felt like he could just throw it in any second.

Tang Sen was secretly amazed. He stopped him and gestured for him to move back a little further, directly to the other half of the field.

The distance is greater.

Bynum took a deep breath and pushed the basketball away with all his might again.

The basketball flew straight toward the basket.

Three things to avoid.

Bynum frowned slightly, immediately asked for the ball, and then pushed it out again.

This shot had a higher arc.

With a thud, the basketball hit the rim.

The next few shots all had the same result: they hit the rim but just wouldn't go in.

"enough!"

Tang Sen called for a halt.

Just then, Bynum pushed the basketball out again.

The orange basketball traced a perfect parabola through the air before plunging into the basket.

Hollow, it went in.

Tang Sen was taken aback, but then instantly perked up.

(End of this chapter)