Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 32: Hit me if you can, you're awesome!

The physical examination was conducted in a field.

Let’s not talk about other events for now, at least for events like the high jump, the results are clear at a glance.

"No, that's not right!"

Chip Schaeffer was the first to react. He had been a trainer for so many years that his eyes were like a ruler. He could estimate a player's weight, height and arm span at a glance without even using a scale.

Brown is very heavy and has a lot of muscle.

He has a long neck, short arms, and limited height.

In this case, events like the high jump should not reach Chandler's level no matter how you look at it.

But the results are right in front of us.

That only means that Brown has the same thing as Chandler.

No, it's better athletic ability than Chandler!
Chip Schaeffer gasped.

"Jeff, we're in big trouble." He poked Schwartz with his arm.

In Chip Shaffer's view, athletic ability is Chandler's advantage.

As a result, they performed worse than their opponents in their strongest areas. How can they continue to compete?
Chip Schaeffer didn't need to remind me.

Jeff Schwartz is not a fool, but very smart.

Although he jumped from tennis to basketball, he had been honing his skills as an agent after several years of training with Goodwin, and had developed the ability to judge whether a player was talented enough.

He clearly felt that Brown rushed like a lion or a cheetah, fast and agile without losing strength.

On the other hand, Chandler is more like a gentle antelope. He is certainly fast, but on the prairie, he will only end up being torn apart by wild beasts.

The gap is very obvious.

"No, he wasn't like this before." Schwartz no longer cared about the pain on his face, and kept looking across in panic.

Brown was a popular draft pick, and Schwartz had already visited him.

So Schwartz knew exactly what level Brown was at and what kind of athletic ability he had.

But the Brown in front of him was not a human being at all.

Chip Schaeffer said nothing.

He had a guess in his mind that Brown had conducted intensive training in the past one to two months.

Not only did I gain weight, but I also underwent all-round training improvements.

Therefore, athletic ability not only did not decline, but became stronger.

But he also felt that this kind of thing was too unbelievable.

It's been less than two months, and even I, the head trainer of the Bulls dynasty, am not sure I can train Brown to this level.

And Tang Sen!
This was the first time that Chip Schaeffer took a serious look at the short and thin Chinese man standing on the sidelines.

What kind of magic does this guy have to train Brown to be like this?

"It doesn't matter. The physical test is actually not that important." Schwartz made excuses for himself in a panic.

They are all favorites in the draft, and the difference between them is just a matter of millimeters.

All we can say is that one scored 90 points and the other scored 100 points. The impact of physical tests alone on the final team selection is not that great.

"The key is technique. I remember clearly that Brown's technique was terrible."

Schwartz thought back to Brown's game, which he attended.

Although Brown scored easily, his dunks were completely mindless and he had no technique at all.

"We haven't been idle during this period. You helped Chandler practice his low-post footwork and hook shot. His skills have improved a lot."

Brown did not participate in the joint tryout, but stayed in seclusion and worked hard on training. Chandler did the same.

Schwartz hired Chip Schaeffer at a high price to help Chandler improve his skills.

In Schwartz's opinion, a top trainer is a top trainer. In just one month, Chandler's skills have improved significantly.

"As long as Chandler can completely defeat Brown in the next confrontation, then this little physical difference is not worth mentioning at all."

Schwartz analyzed that both Jordan and Collins revealed that they wanted to select a player who could immediately help the team.

That requires excellent technology.

What's the use of having a body? Geniuses don't have the time and patience to train you slowly.

Therefore, Schwartz feels that he will be safe as long as he can show a big enough technical advantage in the next confrontation.

The Wizards will definitely lean towards Chandler.

Chip Shaffer nodded slightly and glanced at Donson on the sidelines.

He felt that Tang Sen should have a set of basic training, that is, physical training.

Otherwise, Brown's improvement would not have been so great.

But judging from the time estimate, Tangsen should not have time to improve Brown's skills.

After all, human energy is limited. Understanding the body is already a challenge, and developing the technique is like treating your trainer like a magic lamp.

"I hope so."

Chip Shaffer sighed. He also hoped that Chandler would succeed, otherwise it would damage his own reputation.

The head trainer of the Bulls dynasty lost to an unknown person from China. What a terrible title.

The physical examination is over.

Not even basic technical testing was conducted.

Jordan spoke directly, saying that there was no point in talking nonsense, just go ahead and start fighting.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

Collins happened to think so too.

No matter how well you practice in training, it’s useless if you can’t perform on the field.

Both sides took a short break and then started fighting directly.

Brown is eager to try.

"Sir, just wait and see, I'm going to torture him and let you vent your anger!" Brown said murderously.

During the fight in the parking lot, Chandler almost came to Schwartz's aid.

What the hell, come at me if you dare.

Under everyone's gaze, the two walked onto the court.

Chandler threw the ball first.

As a result, Brown threw it back and arrogantly hooked his finger at Chandler, with a provocative look on his face.

"Ouch."

Jordan on the sidelines raised his eyebrows and nodded secretly.

On the court, you have to be a little crazy.

If you are not arrogant or tough, your opponents will think that you are easy to bully!
This provocation undoubtedly irritated Chandler.

Schwartz had always instilled in him the idea that he and Brown were competitors and were competing for the No. 1 pick.

Now it really feels like enemies meeting and becoming extremely jealous of each other.

Chandler dribbled closer without saying a word.

He is flexible and can attack facing the basket with the ball. After approaching Brown, he paused slightly, played with a different rhythm, and started directly, rushing to the basket against Brown.

Very fast and can dribble well.

Chip Schaeffer saw this and nodded secretly. He had spent a lot of effort to improve Chandler's ball-handling ability.

But the next moment, Chip Shafer frowned.

Because Brown didn't lose his position at all and kept up.

This ball is gone!

As soon as this thought flashed through Chip Shaffer's mind, he chose to stop suddenly and shake Chandler who was shooting. As soon as the ball left his hands, Brown jumped up like a spring and pressed the ball onto the backboard.

"Fake!"

He cursed under his breath.

When he turned around, he found that Schwartz beside him had his eyes wide open, staring at the two people on the field in a daze.

There is no doubt that with just this one ball, Schwartz could see that Brown was not that easy to deal with.

On the other side, Jordan, Collins and others all had their eyes light up.

"Not bad." Collins didn't have much of a good impression of high school students. He thought their skills were terrible and that they only had good bodies, which was really nothing special.

But Brown's performance in front of me is really eye-catching.

Not losing position means you have enough resistance.

Being able to keep up means being agile enough.

The final block also fully demonstrated the excellent speed and bounce of the ball.

Collins feels that Brown really has the potential to become an excellent defender.

On the court, Chandler threw the ball to Brown with a dark face, signaling Brown to attack.

As a result, Brown threw the ball back again.

"No need, just play casually. If you can score a goal, you're awesome!"

After all, he came from the slums, so Brown can understand the trash talk and how to mess with people's mentality just by watching.

And this extremely arrogant output directly put Chandler on the verge of red temperature.

Damn, that's so disrespectful.

(End of this chapter)