Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 423 Such a big improvement in just half a month?
Upon seeing Tang Sen, Bynum looked at him with pleading eyes.

McCoy immediately called a halt and led Bynum forward.

"greet."

Seeing that Bynum didn't react, McCoy slapped him again.

Bynum greeted him with a wry smile, "Good morning, sir."

Tang Sen nodded slightly and told him to continue warming up.

The training plan is to be developed by ourselves, but the specific execution will be left to Tedersky and his team.

He, on the other hand, still acts as a mascot, sitting on the sidelines providing training boosts.

Currently, Bynum is mainly focused on physical training.

Especially core and lower body strength.

He has knee problems and must compensate for them through training, relying on muscle to improve knee stability.

At the same time, while you're young, work on your flexibility, coordination, and other skills.

It's only January, there's still plenty of time, and he has ample opportunity to lay a solid foundation.

He has only had four years of professional training, so he has a lot to catch up on.

Around 6 o'clock, Guo Yonglin arrived with his apprentice.

Like Tang Sen, he pulled up a chair and sat on the sidelines reading the newspaper.

On the training field, McCoy Bitdesky and the others were very serious.

When Tedsky spoke too slowly, she immediately scolded and reminded him.

When Bynum couldn't finish a set of moves, she would hurl insults at him, giving him a thorough dressing-down.

Even the most stern Tedersky would exercise restraint.

McCoy, being Bynum's mother, felt no qualms about criticizing him.

Her voice, reprimanding Bynum, echoed throughout the training facility from time to time.

Guo Yonglin couldn't help but say, "Old Tang, wouldn't you call this hoping your son will become a dragon?"

Tang Sen nodded in deep agreement.

But considering McCoy moved several times and worked tirelessly to raise his two children so they could attend a good basketball school, it's understandable that he would choose to do the same now.

If Bynum becomes the number one draft pick, his entire family will have defied fate.

During a break in training, Bynum secretly went to Tangsen's side.

"Sir, could you please tell my mother not to come anymore?" Bynum said timidly, glancing back every now and then to see if his mother was coming.

"What, you don't want her to come over?" Tang Sen asked back.

Bynum nodded hastily, inwardly frantic.

I'm already seventeen years old and about to become an adult.

As a result, McCoy kept following him around, urging him to train.

It would be fine if there were no outsiders, but the problem is there are so many people.

Also, he slaps himself frequently and pulls his own ears.

At that moment, Bynum was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground.

I'm not seven years old, I'm seventeen!

Tang Sen could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his reaction.

At seventeen or eighteen, with his mother following him around every day and micromanaging him so much, it's no wonder he can't stand it.

Tang Sen said, "I can let your mother leave, but the key is you. Without your mother, can you strictly complete the training plan?"

Upon hearing that there was hope, Bynum's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly nodded, saying, "Of course, sir, I swear."

He raised his hand and swore, then said, "I'll do anything you ask, as long as you can get my mother out of here."

Tang Sen chuckled inwardly, but then thought that McCoy should also be let go.

We can follow along now, but we can't follow along forever.

"Go ahead, I'll talk to your mother later," Tang Sen waved his hand.

Then his tone quickly changed, and he warned sternly, "Andrew, I'm just your trainer, not your parent. I only care about the training results."

“If you don’t meet my requirements, then it’s simple: I’ll bring your mother back and have her continue to supervise you.”

Bynum's expression changed, and he hurriedly nodded.

Just as he was about to run away, he remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sir, you said before that you wouldn't let me play in the high school league anymore."

"But in the two weeks I was away, our team has lost four games. If we keep losing, we might not even make the playoffs."

“Sir, we have all worked hard for a long time before training with you, and I don’t want them to have a failed season.”

Tang Sen recalled the schedule of the high school league.

The tournament will begin in mid-December and end in mid-February.

It's already the end of January, which means they don't have many games left.

The playoffs didn't last long, continuing until the first week of March.

Once the games are over, the season is considered finished.

At this point, those who perform well are usually invited to participate in the McDonald's All-Star Game at the end of March. Once they make a name for themselves, they can start preparing for the draft.

Since Bynum has chosen to train with me, he doesn't really need to play these games to gain attention.

You are the best brand.

However, Tang Sen was still quite pleased that he could say he didn't want to disappoint his teammates and that he didn't want their hard work throughout the season to go to waste.

"can."

Tang Sen nodded slightly. It was only a few matches, so it wouldn't have a big impact on training.

Bynum was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude.

It's like having two happy events: my mother is able to leave, and I can go back to help my teammates play in the game.

The training session was cancelled that afternoon.

After a quick nap, Bynum rushed back to school early in the afternoon to participate in the team's pre-game practice.

His arrival thrilled the entire team.

At St. Joseph's High School, Bynum was the only star player.

The team was able to make the playoffs last year entirely thanks to him.

However, his teammates were more curious about what special moves he had learned from Tang Sen during his training these past few days.

"Andrew, can you use Skyhook now?" a teammate asked excitedly.

The others chimed in with their own opinions.

"Yao's skyhook was taught by Tang."

"And there's also the Dreamy Footsteps."

"Andrew, is Tang's training like the secret training of a superhero? Are you incredibly powerful now?"

Not to mention a group of children, even the team's head coach, Aldridge, was very curious.

Although it has only been a little over half a month, he felt that Bynum seemed to have lost some weight, though he didn't know if it was just his imagination.

Bynum shook his head and pursed his lips, saying, "Forget it, I also want to practice the skyhook, but he won't teach me."

"You would never guess that I haven't even touched a ball in the past two weeks."

"No, I touched it, and I practiced dribbling, I only practiced dribbling."

For more than half a month, the world's best trainer only taught him the most basic dribbling.

"Then I exercise every day, I mean every day."

The training was so tedious and boring that Bynum found it terrifying to even think about it.

Disappointment flashed across the faces of his teammates.

Aldridge quickly said, "Andrew, you can't think like that. Physical training is very important."

Bynum shrugged and said he knew.

But deep down, Bynum still felt frustrated, as it fell far short of his expectations.

The competition began at 2 PM.

Match against Trenton High School.

After more than half a month away from the game, Bynum appeared extremely excited to be back on the field.

He immediately reached out for the ball.

The ball was passed in, and the opposing center forward, who was much shorter, took advantage of the moment Bynum received the ball to steal it.

Sensing his opponent's movement, Bynum instinctively executed a behind-the-back dribble, easily getting past him.

Then he started moving immediately, took three slow steps, and dunked the ball into the basket.

After landing, Bynum was momentarily stunned.

When did my dribbling become so smooth?

Moreover, it wasn't just dribbling; when actually playing against real opponents, Bynum also found himself becoming faster and stronger.

With a leap, Bynum delivered a powerful block, thwarting his opponent's layup attempt.

During the transition between offense and defense, Bynum stubbornly charged to the front.

After receiving the ball, he took a deep step and exerted force, and the opposing center was thrown away as if he had been hit by a car, and was pushed far away.

With a thud, Bynum slammed the ball down again.

Bynum landed with a look of disbelief on his face.

I've become stronger?
It was all because of Tang Sen's tedious and boring training.

And Bynum was absolutely certain that this was not a misperception.

In the following games, Bynum played like a god descending to earth, scoring no matter what he did.

He scored 31 points, grabbed 12 rebounds, and added a total of 7 blocks.

Bynum was somewhat dazed as he was surrounded by his teammates celebrating their victory.

Are the world's top trainers really that terrifying?

How could I have improved so much in just over half a month?

(End of this chapter)