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Chapter 156 Holy Mother Loves You (8K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

When Debbie opened the door, she looked completely drained.

She didn't change her shoes or turn on the lights. She went upstairs in the dark, threw herself on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and remained silent for a long time.

She turned over and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Her knees were still aching slightly, and her ankles were a bit more swollen than in the morning.

She recalled how Miranda demonstrated that move: a triple somersault followed by a perfectly still landing.

Debbie fell three more times today and didn't even finish three weeks; she struggled to even finish two and a half.

Moreover, the last fall was the hardest, her knee hit the edge of the mat. She didn't make a sound at the time, but it still hurts now.

"Ugh! This is so hard!" Debbie rolled over again, pressed the pillow against her face, and groaned softly.

The Virgin Mary's scarf was visible under the pillow.

Debbie sat bolt upright, staring at the scarf. "Holy Mother, please help me! I really want to do that move. The Super Bowl spotlight, you know how important that is to me?"

The gauze scarf did not react.

She felt she was doing something stupid, but she couldn't help but want to do it.

The Virgin Mary scarf even spoke to me last time!

Debbie waited a few seconds, and when there was no response, she raised her hand again and swore, "If you help me, I'll... I'll go to Mass every week from now on! I mean it!"

The gauze still didn't react.

She knew this was unscientific; perhaps it was just a hallucination last time, but what if it was?

What if it actually works?

Anyway, there's no harm in giving it a try.

Richard's voice came from downstairs.

"It's all up to you!" Debbie patted the scarf, folded it neatly, placed it beside her pillow, and immediately ran downstairs, reaching out her arms and rushing over, her face contorted with misery. "Today was so awful! Hugs!"

Richard ignored her and calmly sat on the sofa: "How many times did you fall today?"

"More than ten times!" Debbie moved closer to him, then leaned to the side, resting her head on his leg like a wounded kitten, curling up into a ball and not wanting to move.

Shadow had slipped over at some point, jumped onto the sofa, curled up between the two of them, and draped its tail over Richard's wrist.

Debbie glared at Shadow with displeasure, then reached out and pulled it into her arms for a tight hug. She then nudged Richard again, saying, "Shadow! You stole my spot again!"

Debbie closed her eyes, mumbled a few words, and soon her breathing calmed down; she fell asleep.

The training volume in the NFL is too high for high school students, leaving them physically exhausted.

Richard reached out and rolled up her trouser leg. The small, soft bulge below her knee swelled up again, smaller than yesterday, but she still flinched slightly when he pressed it down.

Richard's fingertips traced down her snow-white calf, stopping at her Achilles tendon.

In the vision of flesh and blood reconstruction, the Achilles tendon is covered with tiny cord-like nodules, which are microscopic damage caused by long-term training and have formed early scar tissue.

It hasn't broken yet, but with her current training method, she might have problems if she jumps for a few more years.

An anatomy book was lying on the sofa.

Richard picked it up casually and flipped to the cross-sectional diagram of the Achilles tendon in the lower limb.

The colorful anatomical diagrams of the lower leg are displayed, corroborating the vision of flesh and blood reconstruction.

Richard began to carefully consider the next human enhancement plan.

Debbie's jumping ability is limited, so let's start with jumping.

Richard planned to gradually improve Debbie's jumping ability over three to four days.

A person's jumping ability is mainly determined by three parts: tendons, neuromuscular recruitment ability, and muscles.

The first is the Achilles tendon's elastic energy storage capacity.

The Achilles tendon is like a rubber band; it is stretched when you jump and then snaps back, propelling your body into the air.

If the Achilles tendon is not elastic enough, most of the force exerted by pushing off the ground will be wasted.

In ordinary women, the collagen arrangement in the Achilles tendon is relatively loose, and the elastic modulus is relatively low, so a lot of energy is lost as heat when storing force.

Debbie's Achilles tendon is in this state now: loose, disordered, and with very low elasticity.

She's a cheerleader, which might be better than the average person, but there's a huge gap between her and top athletes.

Richard prepared to use 7 to 10 abundance of "fresh flesh" to modify the protein structure of her Achilles tendon, tighten the fiber arrangement, and improve the elastic limit and tensile strength.

Richard wasn't sure how much abundance of "fresh flesh and blood" to use for the enhancement, so he just picked a random number.

If the effect is too strong, reduce the abundance; if it is too weak, increase the abundance.

Over the next few days, he will continue to observe Debbie's training progress to see if adjustments are needed.

After the Achilles tendon is reshaped and strengthened with fresh flesh and blood, its thickness will not change or lengthen, and there will be no difference in appearance. No medical examination can detect any change, but it can greatly improve her jumping ability.

The amount of fresh flesh required for modification is also very small. Generally speaking, for Debbie's height, the cells that need to be modified in both Achilles tendons weigh less than 100 grams in total, which requires about 5 to 10 units of fresh flesh.

Strengthening her Achilles tendon would greatly reduce the likelihood of her getting injured.

The second is the nerve's ability to recruit muscles.

Many people don't lack muscle strength, but rather their brains are unable to mobilize all muscle fibers at once to exert force.

The reason is simple: in order to prevent injury to muscles and bones when exerting full force, the brain actively limits the output of force by controlling the transmission threshold of nerve signals.

When an ordinary person pushes off the ground, they can only activate about 65% of their lower limb muscles, while top athletes, through years of training, can activate more than 90%.

Debbie exercises regularly, approximately 70% to 80% of the time.

If Richard lowers the threshold of nerve signal transmission, he can get more muscle fibers involved in the exertion. Richard is confident that he can adjust it to 95%, which would increase Debbie's jumping ability by another 10% to 20%.

This step involves even fewer cells, all of which are motor neurons, and may weigh only a few grams.

The main focus is on adjusting the signal thresholds of motor neurons in the lower limbs. However, this requires more precise manipulation, as it necessitates modifying all motor neurons in the entire lower limb, including the hip and sacral region, which may be relatively slow.

The third is the proportion of fast-twitch muscle fibers.

Lower limb skeletal muscles are divided into two types: slow-twitch muscle fibers have strong endurance and are suitable for long-distance running, but lack instantaneous explosive power.

Fast-twitch muscle fibers contract extremely quickly, which is the source of explosive power, as well as the power source for jumping and sprinting.

Debbie's calf muscles have more slow-twitch muscle fibers and fewer fast-twitch muscle fibers, resulting in insufficient explosive power.

If some slow-twitch muscle fibers are replaced with fast-twitch fibers, enormous explosive power can be achieved.

This step has the greatest effect on improving jumping ability, increasing explosive power by approximately 40% to 70%.

Richard gradually figured out the details of the enhancement plan.

The first step is to strengthen Debbie's tendons, enhance the elasticity of her Achilles tendon, reduce her chances of injury, make her landing more stable, and make her jumps more efficient.

Give her a day to train, and once she's adapted to the feedback from her new Achilles tendon, the second step is to adjust her neural threshold so that her body can engage more muscles to generate force.

Finally, after the nerves and tendons have adapted, the third step is the most important: reshaping the muscle fibers of the calf, changing slow-twitch muscle fibers to fast-twitch muscle fibers, and maximizing the release of explosive power.

After completing all the steps, Debbie can improve her jumping ability by approximately 60%–100%.

If all the changes were done at once, Debbie would definitely lose control of her body the next day; she'd jump up and fly off somewhere.

Therefore, we can only proceed step by step, allowing her to adapt to each step before moving on to the next.

Richard closed the anatomy book and put it back on the coffee table. He placed one hand on Debbie's calf tendon, closed his eyes, and began to work on her.

The loosely arranged collagen fibers inside the Achilles tendon resemble a clump of uncombed cotton thread.

He targeted an old fiber that had developed microcracks, peeled it off, and then retrieved a fully charged 7-abundance "fresh flesh" from the "Blood Box." He then wove new cells one by one along the long axis of the Achilles tendon, and the new fibers arranged into parallel bundle-like structures.

He did it very carefully.

Process each fiber individually to ensure symmetry on both sides.

Debbie didn't wake up the whole time; she only moved her fingers occasionally, as if she were dreaming.

As Richard has become increasingly skilled at manipulating [Fresh Flesh] recently, he has been able to precisely bypass all the pain nerve endings.

Debbie only felt a little itchy on her calves and didn't have much of a reaction.

Moreover, Richard's modification speed was extremely fast. After his spirit level increased to 15 points, his manipulation speed of living flesh and blood also improved.

The Achilles tendon is followed by the patellar tendon, which is the part that bears the greatest impact during a knee jerk.

He used the same method to comb the loose fibers one by one into parallel bundles.

Finally, there are the small ligaments around the ankle.

The whole process took about thirty minutes.

The Achilles tendons, patellar tendons, and ligaments on both sides, totaling less than 100 grams of tissue, consume 10 units of fresh flesh and blood, yet can increase jumping ability by about 20%.

Before finishing, he checked the symmetry of both sides one last time and stopped only after confirming that there were no problems.

Richard quietly got up and draped a blanket over Debbie.

Debbie's breathing was steady, and she didn't even move a finger.

The shadow jumped down from the other end of the sofa and squatted at his feet.

Richard said, "Keep an eye on her, but don't wake her."

Meow~ The shadow wagged its tail.

Coach Edmund stayed in his office very late.

A team roster was spread out in front of him, and the training log was turned to the latest page, showing Debbie's progress over the past few days.

He put a question mark after Debbie's name.

If Debbie is removed from the center position, the boss will definitely be unhappy.

Or should we have two center positions?

Debbie is the apparent center of attention, while Miranda does most of the difficult moves.

Edmund pondered this repeatedly.

in the office.

Clayton transferred a bunch of Debbie's training video fragments to his computer, not knowing what use these junk video materials were.

Debbie danced terribly.

What was supposed to be a simple promotional video has taken several days to complete.

He spends more than two hours a day filming, then tries to piece together usable parts from a bunch of failed shots.

Debbie woke up around 1 a.m.

The living room lights were off, and it was pitch black.

She sat up groggily, the blanket slipping off her body.

"Oops, I accidentally fell asleep just now."

Debbie stood up, ready to go back to her room and continue sleeping.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt something was wrong.

"what?"

She glanced down at her ankle and then gently stomped on the floor.

The feeling when you step on it is different; it doesn't hurt, it's just too light.

As a cheerleader, she trains constantly by running and jumping every day and has a very good understanding of her physical condition.

Debbie took another step, but it still felt the same.

She stopped and jumped lightly on the spot.

With her toes off the ground, she shot upwards, reaching a height slightly higher than she had anticipated.

When she landed back on the ground, her feet made almost no sound.

"What's going on?"

Debbie stood in the darkness.

She jumped again, this time with more force, bouncing higher, and landed with her knees almost bent.

Then she started to perform the movements: jumping up, turning, and landing.

One, two, three—the movements became faster and faster, and all were completed crisply and efficiently.

"I became stronger after just one night's sleep?"

Debbie went through all the exercises from today's training again, getting smoother and more confident with each repetition.

Finally, she added a backflip training exercise, the backflip that she had been trying to do all day but couldn't complete, the backflip that assistant coach Andre said she "didn't have enough strength to do."

She completed the jump from the spot in the living room, but she misjudged the height when she landed and flinched.

However, her ankles were very stable, her body didn't sway, and she landed even more steadily than during her usual training.

"Huh? Am I dreaming?" Debbie stood there, then looked down at her feet.

Gradually, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, and her eyes curved into crescents.

Then, Debbie opened the balcony door and stepped onto the lawn in the yard.

The moonlight was faint.

She walked a few steps on the grass to get used to its flatness and pressure, and then began to perform the movements.

Take-off, rotation, somersault, landing.

I did several sets in a row, and the more I did, the smoother it became, and the more excited I got.

The feeling of my feet hitting the grass when I jump is much lighter than during the day. Actions that used to require a full-speed run-up can now be done with a standing jump.

She did a somersault on the lawn, jumped too high, and landed on a soft patch of dirt. She regained her balance, didn't slip, and her ankle didn't hurt.

Debbie got up and did an even bigger somersault, landing with an unexpectedly high height, wobbling but her ankles were more stable than she expected.

Debbie finally noticed the real change: her jumping ability seemed to have increased significantly!

Hehe, I really am a genius!

Debbie covered her mouth with her hand, afraid that she would laugh out loud and wake others.

Richard stood in the second-floor bedroom, watching Debbie excitedly doing somersaults in the middle of the night, and just smiled.

He soon noticed something unusual: Debbie had completed a large number of complex movements in the dark, and she was able to maintain her balance without relying on her vision.

This is a very powerful sensory talent; one can perceive the body's position without sight, and this talent is extremely rare.

This talent is probably something Debbie herself didn't realize. The training venue is usually very bright, and normal people wouldn't practice moves in the dark.

Richard suddenly remembered the video of the three weeks of blindness.

It seems that if I give Debbie enough bounce, she might actually be able to complete it.

Debbie completed the basic tests and excitedly ran back to her room, walking very quietly upstairs so as not to wake anyone.

After returning to her room, she sat quietly on the bed for a while, her heartbeat still not completely calmed down.

Debbie picked up the Virgin Mary veil from beside her pillow, held it in her hands, and the corners of her mouth began to turn up again.

The Virgin Mary is so useful!

I jumped even higher!

Debbie looked at the scarf with delight for a while, then glanced at her own feet.

"Thank you! I'll definitely go to Mass this weekend!"

Her eyes curved like crescent moons as she carefully folded the scarf, placed it in a clean jewelry box in the drawer, and closed the lid.

As Debbie lay back on the bed, she was still reliving the actions she had just taken.

"I'm so strong! Hehe!"

She stuck her foot out from under the covers, hooked it in the air to simulate the feeling of jumping, then pulled it back, rolled over, rolled over again, lay on her stomach, lay on her side, lay on her back, and finally hugged her pillow, with a smile on her lips. It took her a long time to fall asleep.

The next morning, Debbie was completely different and full of energy.

She jumped down the stairs wearing slippers—she really jumped, not walked down—but she wobbled a little when she landed.

Catherine glanced at her: "In a good mood today?"

"Yes!" Debbie pulled out a chair and sat down, saying happily, "I feel especially good today!"

She couldn't wait to go to the venue to test it out. Many of the moves require a large space and a safe environment, which she couldn't practice at home.

Richard said, "Catherine has something to do today, I'll take you there."

Richard wanted to observe Debbie's training progress closely to see if there was anything that needed adjustment.

Debbie exclaimed with delight, "That's wonderful!"

The car drove out of Wanding Mountain Villa.

Debbie was sitting in the passenger seat. When passing residents saw her, they made the sign of the cross on their chests. Debbie was used to this and ignored it.

She swung her legs back and forth, tapping her fingers on her knees, unable to stay still.

After holding back for about thirty seconds, he couldn't take it anymore: "Richard, you know what? I suddenly became stronger yesterday!"

Her eyes shone brightly as she spoke, her face practically screaming, "Quick, ask me how I got stronger!"

Richard merely glanced at her and asked, "So, you can do that move now?"

Debbie's face immediately fell: "—Not yet."

After a while, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth upwards again.

I really can't right now. I'll ask Mother Mary for help a few more times in the next couple of days. She loves me so much, she'll definitely help me!

I'm sure I'll be able to make it in a few days.

You'll be scared to death when the time comes!

hum.

I can't beat you nerd in exams, but I refuse to believe I can't beat you in sports either.

Debbie leaned against the car window, a smirk playing on her lips, her legs still swinging, trying to hide a little secret that no one knew.

Unfortunately, the spark of excitement and anticipation in her head completely betrayed her true intentions.

When Debbie arrived at the training gym, there was already a group of people standing inside.

Madeline was leaning against the wall scrolling through her phone. When she saw Debbie walk in, she didn't say anything, but just snorted and said in a voice that only a few people nearby could hear, "Look, our saintess is here again. She didn't get a full circle in three rounds yesterday, and she'll be lucky to get one today."

Several teammates around Debbie chuckled and stared at her, saying, "She's just popular."

"Just wait and see what happens."

Richard quietly sat down in the family area.

There aren't many family members present during NFL cheerleading practice.

Most of the cheerleaders live on their own. Only two or three of them live nearby and have more free time, so they come to watch their daughters train. They are all mothers.

It's rare for someone like Debbie to have their boyfriend accompany them.

Madeline glanced at Richard and said to the person next to her, "That guy must be Her Highness the Saintess's Asian boyfriend, right? Hmph. How can she have the nerve to show off an Asian boyfriend like that?"

This time, the cheerleaders next to them shrank back and didn't dare to say anything.

In New York, people of color are handled with great care.

Madeline is of mixed race (Black and White) and speaks rather casually.

She's a pure white woman, so I didn't dare say anything out of line.

It would be very troublesome if someone accused me of being a racist.

Miranda was stretching her legs on the sidelines when she saw Debbie come in. She walked over to her and asked, "How's your knee? I saw you bump it when you landed yesterday. If it hurts too much, you can rest today."

His tone was gentle, his gaze concerned, and the corners of his mouth held a perfectly measured curve, as if he were truly the captain caring for a newcomer.

Debbie spoke with even more sincerity than Miranda: "Captain, you're so old. If your body can't hold on, you can go to rest anytime. When you get old, you need to rest more."

FXXK! Miranda's face immediately darkened: "Hmph. I hope you'll still be so motivated after Media Day."

"You should worry about yourself first!"

Miranda turned and walked back to her seat.

Amanda stood further away, drinking water from a bottle, and leaned forward slightly when she saw Debbie walk in.

However, with Miranda and the others present, she didn't dare to interact with Debbie.

To date, Debbie remains isolated.

Langdon stood behind the glass window in the second-floor corridor, holding a cold cup of coffee, watching Debbie's worried expression.

Clayton stood beside him, camera in hand, and sighed, "Are we filming today?"

The footage was terrible every day. Debbie's skills were too ordinary among professional athletes. In fact, due to underdeveloped physical condition, her strength and jumping ability were subpar. It was impossible to film any touching moments during her training.

Langdon gritted his teeth: "Shoot. Shoot as much as you can. Gather as much footage as possible, and then choose from it."

"OK! You're the boss, you call the shots." Clayton resignedly carried the camera downstairs.

Edmund was already in position on the field.

He glanced at Debbie while holding the training record board, then lowered his head and wrote a few lines on the board.

Last night, assistant coach Andre brought it up to him again, saying that Debbie's physical condition had not yet reached the standard of the first team, and it would be best to put her in the youth team for another two years of training. Otherwise, with her current strength reserves, she would injure herself sooner or later if she tried to do those acrobatic moves.

Demund certainly wanted to move Debbie down, but Langdon would never agree, and neither would the boss.

So she could only struggle to stay in the first team.

Edmund had lost faith in Debbie: "Andrei, you continue training her. Go through the basic movements first, then move on to the special moves."

Andrei reluctantly replied, "Come on, Debbie, let's warm up first."

Debbie walked over, her heart filled with anticipation.

After a 10-minute warm-up, there is a set of basic training exercises.

After she finished a set of movements, she felt something was different. Her landing was more solid than usual, and her knees didn't feel the usual soreness.

Before she could think it through, Andrei had already signaled her to go straight to the stunt moves.

She stood at the starting line, took a deep breath, and then jumped.

She immediately sensed something was wrong.

She jumped much higher than usual!

Debbie's center of gravity was propelled to a height she was completely unaccustomed to. The rhythm of the air flowing past her was unfamiliar, and she hadn't even completed her first rotation before she began to fall.

She didn't land properly and landed sideways on the edge of the mat; any more and she might have fallen to the ground.

Madeline burst out laughing.

She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, but the laughter had already spread, and several teammates next to her couldn't help but suppress their smiles.

"Today was even more outrageous than yesterday. Yesterday, at least I could spin around once, but today I couldn't even do a full turn."

"Watch out!" Andrei jumped in surprise, then said angrily, "Watch out! Debbie, concentrate! What are you thinking about?!"

Debbie stuck out her tongue:

"OK! Mine!"

She was so happy she could practically jump for joy; she had indeed grown taller!

She was worried that it was an illusion caused by the different environment.

This time, jumping in the training venue made her feel very clearly that her jumping ability had improved a lot compared to before, but she didn't know how much higher.

Richard wasn't nervous; this was perfectly normal. Debbie was still getting used to her new bounce.

Although I warmed up and did some basic exercises to get used to it, changes in body strength are not so easy to accept.

Even if Richard suddenly increases his physique by 3 points, he still needs to be very careful in his daily life.

Richard doesn't need to do high-intensity training; he can gradually adapt to the changes in his body.

Debbie is different; many cheerleading moves involve extreme sports.

Now that the physical limits have been increased, previous movements will change accordingly.

Of course, this is a good thing. You just need to get used to it, and the effect of the movements will naturally improve.

Debbie got up from the mat and dusted off her hands.

She knew she hadn't jumped off course; she had jumped too high.

She couldn't control the height because her legs were responding differently today than she was used to.

She stood at the starting position and jumped again.

This time she put in a little less effort, but she still jumped much higher than usual. She tried to complete the turn in the air, but her body veered off course because the angle of the jump was too steep, and her feet landed heavily on the soft mat with a thud.

Debbie thought she was going to feel a pain, but she didn't seem to feel much; she only felt a slight tremor.

She looked at her calves with some confusion.

Richard understood that the effects of strengthening the tendons were beginning to show.

More durable and less prone to injury.

The fact that two simple actions went wrong in a row made Andrei frown.

But he felt that something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

really weird.

Debbie's mistake didn't seem like a common failure; it was more like a reaction of not being able to control her body.

As cheerleaders who have trained for many years, they have very precise control over their bodies. How could this happen repeatedly?

Could it be that excessive training has caused my physical fitness to decline?

But judging from the height of Debbie's jumps, she didn't seem tired at all; in fact, she seemed to be jumping even more lightly.

Andrei was a little confused; he had never seen anything like this before.

"Debbie's mental state has collapsed," Miranda said dismissively in a low voice.

Debbie can't even do the simplest high flip now, so there's nothing to see anymore.

She'd seen many people like that; they just had terrible mental fortitude.

If they perform poorly in the first few days after joining the team and suffer a huge setback, their performance will get worse and worse until they are eliminated.

Debbie is just another loser.

How could someone like that possibly compete with themselves?

Miranda, too tired to look at Debbie anymore, went to train on her own.

Amanda was a little worried and planned to have a chat with Debbie during her break to offer some advice.

In her opinion, Debbie didn't need to be too nervous and just needed to perform steadily. After all, given her status and popularity, as long as the performers didn't make any major mistakes, the boss wouldn't eliminate Debbie.

Debbie continued to make mistakes in her subsequent moves.

Andrei was puzzled, feeling that it did indeed seem like something caused by losing control of his body.

Cheerleaders have trained for many years and know their bodies very well, so why do these things happen so often?

Could it be that he was injured due to overtraining?

Not like ah.

Andrei carefully examined Debbie's ankles and knees; they were a little swollen yesterday, but had recovered today.

This is a typical example of a physically resilient physique.

This is very evident in many basketball players.

Some players have played from the young Emperor to the old Emperor, and they have basically maintained perfect attendance.

Some players can't even finish a season due to various serious illnesses, making them practically injury-prone.

In fact, their serious illnesses did not occur suddenly; they were the result of accumulated minor ailments.

The accumulation of minor injuries during daily training and competitions, such as ankle discomfort, knee pain and soreness, and the inability to recover from high-intensity competitions the next day, increases the likelihood of serious injuries due to weakened physical strength.

Therefore, the NBA often talks about an injury crisis, which means that all players have reached a certain physical limit, minor injuries accumulate, physical strength is out of control, and movements become distorted, leading to all kinds of major injuries.

There are generally three types of people with strong endurance: those who recover their strength very quickly, those who recover from minor injuries very quickly, and those who are naturally very tough.

These people are naturally able to withstand greater training volumes and remain healthy; endurance is actually one of the important talents of top athletes.

Judging from the speed at which Debbie recovered from knee swelling, her ability to recover from injuries is exceptionally strong.

So why is that?

Debbie was still making moves, and still making various mistakes.

While training the other players, Edmund glanced at Debbie twice.

He noticed that Debbie's motor control was worse today, and she made more mistakes.

He hadn't been monitoring Debbie's training for a long time, so his understanding of her jumping height wasn't as deep as Andrei's. Therefore, his assessment was: "Her strength is inconsistent, and her coordination is lacking. Her mentality has been affected these past two days; she's been too impatient."

Edmund shook his head.

Under the competitive pressure of NFL cheerleading, newcomers often tend to go to two extremes: either becoming increasingly restrained or increasingly anxious while jumping.

Debbie is clearly the latter.

Her jump was completely out of control; the newcomer was not prepared to handle the pressure.

Edmund walked away.

He has other teammates to watch, and he doesn't want to waste his time on a newcomer who is destined to be unstable.

Debbie sat on the floor mat, looking down at her feet.

She did make a lot of mistakes, but she was even more excited.

She was now completely certain that her airtime had increased!

With a little more time to get used to it, I'm sure I can complete two and a half laps!

It might be a little short of three laps, but if I just ask Mother Mary to love me a few more times, won't that solve the problem?

When the break time was over, Debbie walked to her spot with great enthusiasm and continued training.

"When will this end?!" Clayton was already numb; he didn't know how long it would take to get enough footage if they kept filming like this.

Debbie still doesn't belong here.

The difference between a regular high school cheerleading team and an NFL cheerleading team is enormous.

She stepped onto a battlefield that was not hers, but the audience will not give you extra points just because you are young or you are a saint. If she is forced to be the center, the Super Bowl could very well turn into a disaster.

The two-hour training session finally came to an end.

We are currently in a break from competitions, so the training volume is relatively low, about 20-30 hours per week.

If it's the intensive training camp in July, the training volume is as high as 70 hours per week, which is top-level training volume in the professional sports industry and can be described as hell.

Debbie gradually adapted to the changes in her body, and her success rate in subsequent movements increased.

As Andrei looked at the notepad, the more he wrote, the more uneasy he felt.

He always felt that there were some changes in Debbie's body, which seemed to be for the better, but why was she behaving worse?

Perhaps it's normal?

An athlete's physical condition is inherently fluctuating; sometimes they perform better, and sometimes they perform worse.

Debbie's fluctuations were just a bit bigger?

Debbie sat happily next to Richard, chugging energy drinks and chatting.

To others, she made a lot of mistakes today, but to her, she felt she had become stronger!

After resting for a while, Debbie took another shower and then went home with Richard.

Richard watched the training for two hours, and he wouldn't follow the evening training session. He had confirmed that the tendon strengthening hadn't had a negative impact on Debbie, nor had it been overdone; so far, the results seemed very good.

Richard is going to the Manhattan blood collection point this afternoon to replenish his "fresh flesh and blood" in preparation for tonight's enhancement.

As soon as Debbie got home, she ran back to her room and locked the door.

She solemnly took out the Virgin Mary scarf and said devoutly, "Mother Mary, please love me one more time tonight, I want to become even stronger!"

The Virgin Mary scarf remained motionless.

Debbie muttered a few words to herself before carefully putting the box back in.

The shadow leaned against the windowsill, tilting its head to look at Debbie, thinking she was utterly stupid.

Foolish two-legged creatures!

You're worshipping the wrong gods.

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