Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 85 The Boy from Compton (First Order)

Los Angeles, the small town of Compton in Southern California.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

On the side of the road at Compton Shopping Center, Tang Sen, wearing a green vest with the logo of Sander Real Estate Company, was unloading boxes of drinks from a truck.

Not far away, a woman with a ponytail and a capable temperament was directing the placement of promotional posters.

Tang Sen put down his drink and couldn't help but walk over to complain, "Sister, I'm here on vacation, not to be your free labor."

The strong woman in front of him was Tang Sen’s biological sister Tang Ling.

She is three years older than Tang Sen, 29 years old, still working hard and still single.

Tang Ling turned a deaf ear to him and waited until the promotional poster with the message "Sander Real Estate and the Community's Joint Growth" was placed in front of her and in the most conspicuous position before she had time to pay attention to Tang Sen.

"You're sitting around at home all day, and Mom can't stand it any more. What's wrong with asking you to do some work?"

She lectured him bluntly.

She is the elder sister and has had Tang Sen under her control since childhood.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come." Tang Sen muttered.

When I arrived in Los Angeles, everything was the same as before except for the day I received a warm welcome from my mother and sister, which made me feel the warmth of family love.

Tang Ling works as a middle-level manager in the California branch of a large public relations company. She undertakes public relations business for major companies and even politicians in Los Angeles, and is extremely busy.

My mother said she came to Los Angeles to enjoy herself, but she couldn't stand the loneliness, so she went back to her old job and opened a laundry shop. She had no time to take care of Tang Sen.

In Orlando, Tang Sen was alone in his empty house.

Came to Los Angeles and it was still the same.

Sometimes I think it would be better not to come.

"What did you say?"

Tang Ling glared at him.

"No, I said I could help you. I'm so happy."

Tang Sen ran back depressed and continued moving things.

In addition to beverages, there are also basic daily necessities such as toilet paper, shower gel and soap.

Tang Ling's company took over the business of Sander Real Estate Company, and they encountered opposition from local residents of Compton in their project to develop a community.

Tang Ling's public relations plan was to provide some benefits to local residents, small favors, and win their favor.

Tang Sen personally feels that it is like throwing a meat bun at a dog, which will never come back.

This is Southern California.

Compton and Inglewood are notorious slums, full of chaos and greed. It is simply a dream to expect to impress them with such small favors.

It would be better to spend money to deal with the local gangs.

But Tang Sen just came to help, just working and not expressing any opinions.

After moving the things with great effort, Tang Sen took advantage of Tang Ling's inattention and slipped away.

When I came here just now, I saw a park across Alameda Avenue.

Passing by a newsstand, Tang Sen stopped and asked for a copy of the Los Angeles Times.

It seemed like there was another Brown game yesterday.

Far away in Los Angeles, Tang Sen was still worried about the situation in Orlando.

Turning to the sports section, the headline on the front page was Jordan's braised egg hair.

The title is also exaggerated.

Michael Jordan's Nightmare Journey: Being Tough is Just the Last Respect

Wow, so sharp!
Tang Sen raised his eyebrows and was about to read it carefully when two young men reading newspapers next to him started talking.

"The Wizards are so unlucky. They sent away the top pick, and in the end, the guy they got back, Hill, was out without even playing a single game."

Tang Sen knew that Hill was injured.

The news was reported all over the United States, and the shock level was comparable to Jordan's comeback.

Tang Sen couldn't help but sigh that this guy was so unlucky.

That was what happened last year. He was injured after just a few games.

It's just a broken ankle. I've been taking care of it for so long, but I haven't taken care of it. It's simply unscientific.

"Serves him right. Jordan's vision is poor. Look at how well Brown played for the Magic. He even scored 30 and 10 against the Rockets the day before yesterday. Barkley even said he was crazy and was the next Ewing."

"That's right. When he was drafting, he said he would never choose Brown even if he had a hundred chances to do so."

"And now they're still saying this deal is fine. Brown is talented, but not as good as Hill. Once Hill has surgery and returns for the playoffs, they still have a chance to win the championship. It's hilarious, as if only the Wizards can make the playoffs."

"Don't say that. He's Jordan after all."

"That's right, maybe at 38 he can still average 30 points per game."

The two of them talked non-stop.

Tang Sen also took a quick glance at the report.

After a few days, when the Wizards finally announced that Hill would undergo surgery again, Jordan was interviewed by reporters and said stubbornly that he didn't care how Brown performed.

Because Brown is no longer a Wizards player, he will never regret trading for Hill.

The Los Angeles Times interpreted his words as being stubborn.

He also described that this season, without Hill, the Wizards, led by only Jordan, will embark on a nightmare journey.

Tang Sen laughed secretly.

But I have to say, this does sound like something Jordan would say.

If he says I regret that I shouldn't have traded Brown or something like that, then he is not Michael Jordan.

If his teeth were broken, he would just swallow them.

Of course, at the end of the report, Brown's outstanding performance cannot be avoided.

For example, the second matchup with Mourning.

Yesterday on the 14th, at the Heat's home court, Brown played for 19 minutes and scored 14 points and 9 rebounds.

Very strong!
This is directly against Mourning.

Mourning was only slightly better, scoring 17 points, but he grabbed 4 fewer rebounds than Brown, and also made 3 turnovers due to Brown's interference.

The Los Angeles Times praised this performance to the skies.

The two people next door were also praising Brown.

"The Magic really made a fortune. I watched the highlights of his game against the Rockets. Kevin Cato was completely defeated. It was amazing."

"Yeah, I don't feel like a high school rookie at all. When I was 19, I couldn't even dunk, and they were already killing it in the NBA."

Tang Sen held the newspaper and listened attentively.

It feels like a best-selling author writes a best-selling book, and then you hear the two people next to you on the subway praising the book crazily, and then you urgently want to tell them: I wrote it!

This is Tang Sen's mentality at the moment.

I had a strong desire to share, so I proudly told them, "Do you know why Brown is so strong? I trained him."

In the end, Tang Sen held back.

Small successes are nothing to be proud of...

Holding the newspaper, I crossed the intersection and came to Wilson Park across the street.

The park is not big. It has an open-air skatepark and two amusement facilities for children on the north side.

There is a basketball court on the side of Alameda Avenue.

There are people playing ball on the court at this moment.

When Tang Sen arrived, a black teenager wearing a white bib vest was just passing his opponent in one step, then sprinting at full speed, leaping up, and ending the attack with a one-handed slam dunk.

There were more than a dozen spectators surrounding the court.

A headscarf wrapped around the head, jeans that look like they're about to fall off, tattoos on the arms, and all sorts of weird accessories.

These lazy teenagers can be seen everywhere on the streets of Compton.

After the black boy scored a goal, he waved his hands arrogantly, signaling for the cheers to be louder.

In the crowd on the sidelines, a much shorter boy shouted "KB3" at the top of his lungs.

Tang Sen just glanced and passed by.

This kind of street basketball is too childish.

However, this black boy has good explosive power.

Tang Sen estimated that he was only about 1.8 meters tall and looked very young, probably only about ten years old.

At this age, the body has not fully grown, the explosive power is insufficient, and coupled with the height, it is not an easy task to complete such a dunk.

Tang Sen came to the skatepark next to him and sat down in the stands.

Spread out the newspaper and prepare to take a break from your busy schedule to enjoy the bright sunshine of California.

The newspapers were mostly filled with reports about the New York incident.

Tang Sen didn't care about this. He kept looking at the warm sunlight, which made him feel intoxicated. He almost fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, a scream woke Tang Sen up.

I woke up with a start.

It turned out that a teenager at the skatepark failed to show off and fell heavily to the ground, screaming.

Tang Sen glanced at his watch and found that it was almost noon.

I was lucky enough not to be robbed.

Guessing that his sister had finished, Tang Sen quickly stood up and prepared to return.

Then I unexpectedly discovered that the black boy was still playing on the court.

The boy who shouted KB3 was also there.

It was still hot at noon in Southern California in mid-October, and the others had already left.

Only this young man was left. No one knew how long he had been practicing. He was so hot that he had taken off his vest and was bare-chested, practicing turnaround jump shots.

In a trance, there is a bit of the shadow of Lakers No. 8.

Last season, Kobe not only became proficient in mid-range shooting, but also took his skills to a higher level, similar to Jordan, adding a lot of post-up singles and turnaround jump shots.

This is Los Angeles, and that guy has a lot of fans and imitators.

But.

The black kid in front of me is practicing very hard, but his method is a little inappropriate.

Tang Sen stopped and stood on the sidelines, watching him practice silently.

He is very fast and his footwork is decent, but his core is a little lacking. After turning around, he lacks strength and the basketball always hits the rim and goes out.

He practiced hard without stopping, again and again, turning around frantically in various positions and hitting the iron.

It's good if we can score 2 out of 10 goals.

In the end, after being exhausted, he even missed all three shots.

The shorter boy ran to help pick up the ball. As he handed it to the black boy, he whispered, "KB, that guy has been watching you."

"I know."

The black boy had noticed Tang Sen a long time ago, and then said, "It's okay, he doesn't look like a bad guy."

People like Tang Sen are usually targets of robbery when walking on the streets of Compton.

"KB, it's already noon, let's go back." said the short boy.

"I'll practice for a while."

The black boy grabbed the basketball and continued practicing.

Tang Sen watched and nodded secretly.

Regardless of this guy's talent, he is at least hardworking.

Suddenly, Tang Sen was reminded of Brown.

When he was a child, Brown was probably just like this black boy, groping on the lonely court, improving his skills and dreaming of a bright future.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

It was my sister calling, I guess it was over over there.

"I'm coming." Tang Sen answered the phone, said hurriedly, and prepared to leave.

However, when crossing the court, Tang Sen couldn't help but stop.

"Kid, you can't practice like this."

The black boy stopped and looked around before he realized that Tang Sen was talking to him.

Tang Sen raised his right hand, gestured in the air, and then said, "Make a move. Watch my movements and think about it."

After saying that, Tang Sen turned and left.

The black boy was left with a face full of questions.

"KB, what did he say?" asked the short boy.

The black boy shrugged and said nothing.

But when he turned around and faced the basket again, holding the ball, he inexplicably thought of what Tang Sen said.

Where to start?
He recalled Tang Sen's actions, and his raised right hand seemed to be raised very high.

high?
The black boy was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around and jumped up, trying to raise the ball high and shoot.

The arc of the basketball became higher, but the power was insufficient, and the shot missed all three attempts.

However, after landing, the black boy was suddenly stunned.

He felt as if he understood something.

I turned my head quickly, but there was no sign of Tang Sen.

When Tang Sen returned to the event, he was inevitably complained by Tang Ling.

"Sister, you have plenty of people, but you're still missing me."

The people who came were all employees of the real estate company, there were many of them, so there was no need for me.

Tang Ling twisted Tang Sen's arm and said angrily, "Is that what I'm talking about? I'm worried about your safety. I don't know where this is."

This is Compton.

If Tang Ling cared about Tang Sen being absent from work, she would have called Tang Sen a long time ago.

Seeing that Tang Sen took so long to come back, I was a little worried about his safety.

"Don't worry, I've recently learned some Kung Fu from a Kung Fu master. It's the secret Shaolin Kung Fu style. It's very powerful. You don't have to be afraid." Tang Sen hooked his arm around his sister's shoulders and said with a grin.

"You call that kung fu? Is it more powerful than a gun?" Tang Ling glared at him unhappily before giving up.

Tang Sen helped to pack up the things, and it seemed that the activity was going well.

All the stuff has been distributed.

No matter how much you oppose it, you still have to take it back.

The next day, same place, same activities.

Tang Sen was still caught by Tang Ling to help.

However, after helping to set up the scene, Tang Sen moved a folding chair and started to slack off.

He was in a daze and felt someone patting him. When he opened his eyes, a black face appeared in front of him, which scared Tang Sen.

When I turned around, I saw a short boy standing next to me.

"It's you."

Only then did Tang Sen see clearly that they were the two teenagers he met at the park stadium yesterday.

"How did you find me here?"

The black boy pointed at the vest on Tang Sen.

Tang Sen suddenly realized and asked the two what was wrong.

The black boy said excitedly, "Sir, what you said to me yesterday was absolutely right. I've figured it out, but I still can't shoot accurately. I don't know why."

"Have you figured it out?" Tang Sen was stunned and sat up straight.

The black boy nodded quickly, gesturing his shooting form and saying, "You told me the release point, I get it. My release point is too low because I'm doing a turnaround jump shot, which causes my body to lean back. If I keep using the same release point, it's too low, so I always miss."

"But if I raise my release point and let the basketball drop, it goes in."

Huh?
Tang Sen looked at the kid in surprise.

Sure, I figured it out in a day.

Tang Sen suddenly became interested and stood up and said, "You still can't shoot accurately?"

The black boy kept nodding.

Because of this reason, he frantically looked for Tang Sen nearby yesterday. After asking for a long time, he found out that Tang Sen was doing an event here and had left long ago.

But he had to come here again today, so he hurried over specially to ask Tang Sen again.

He has been practicing his turnaround jump shot for a while, but he hasn't been able to get it right.

As a result, Tang Sen made such great progress with just one sentence. It's amazing.

Tang Sen glanced at Tang Ling who was distributing items and said, "Let's go to the stadium. I want to see what you have figured out."

After saying something to Tang Ling, Tang Sen took the two children to the park across the street.

Someone was playing ball on half of the court.

The black boy immediately took the ball to Tang Sen to demonstrate.

He turned around and shot a jump shot with the ball. Just as he said, he raised the shooting point before he could shoot the basketball.

He has the right idea.

After turning around for a turnaround jump shot, the body will involuntarily lean back. At this time, the shooting point must be raised to make the basketball produce a falling arc.

But this is just the beginning. If you want to really master this technique, your physical fitness will also depend on it.

That is core strength.

If your core is not strong, you will have no strength in your legs and cannot jump high. If you have no strength in your arms, you will not be able to throw far.

This is the case with the black boy in front of me.

He demonstrated it to Tang Sen.

He can make a turnaround jump shot close to the basket, but as soon as it is far away, he can't make it.

It’s because I’m too young and not strong enough.

But this kid's comprehension ability is quite good.

I just gave a little advice.

Seeing him running up and asking earnestly why this happened, Tang Sen suddenly felt a little itchy.

I haven't scolded anyone for a while, and I feel really uncomfortable.

These badges in my hand are all damp.

By the way, Tang Sen had already drawn the September badge.

My luck exploded, and I hit a gold-level target with one shot.

Please bring your brain

This is a game, not a fight.

The specific result is that trainees' comprehension ability increased by 30 percent during technical explanations and guidance.

Tang Sen noticed the annotation on the badge.

What it increases is the ability to understand.

It is reasonable to infer that when you point out some technical details, the other party can understand them more quickly.

Rather than simply increasing the training effect.

Then there is the technical aspect. I don’t know how wide the scope is. In addition to basketball skills, are things like tactical guidance also included?

But overall, it's a good badge.

When I was teaching Brown his techniques before, sometimes I really felt that this kid’s IQ was a little too high.

With this badge, things should be a little easier.

Not to mention it's gold grade.

Coming back to his senses, looking at the black boy with a look of longing, Tang Sen said, "Want to know why?"

The black boy nodded frantically.

"Go, warm up."

The black boy was stunned for a moment, then started running in circles without saying a word.

After running a few laps, I came back to talk to Tang Sen and asked what was next.

Tang Sen remained silent.

This is the environment that young basketball players at the bottom of the American basketball team face.

There are many cases, and the NBA has been publicizing them.

They say that a genius who came out of the slums became rich overnight, became a millionaire or a billionaire, a football star, and changed his destiny.

But the question is, how many players like this are there?
If we look at the overall situation in the United States, what percentage does it account for?

Tang Sen believed that most of the teenagers in the slums grew up in a barbaric way, just like the black teenager in front of him.

It is difficult for them to receive professional and correct training, and they rely entirely on talent.

Of course, this barbaric selection method can screen out monsters with truly amazing talents like a sieve through sand.

But Tang Sen felt that there were many people with slightly less talent who might still be saved if they received professional training in advance.

Thinking of this, Tang Sen smiled and said, "Come, follow me."

Tang Sen took off his vest, threw it to the kid next to him, and walked forward to demonstrate to the black boy how to warm up.

Start with basic stretching to activate your muscle groups.

Then do some dynamic jumping jacks and continuous big jumps.

Just like his previous tryout with the Bulls, the goal was to improve his physical explosiveness in a short period of time.

"Remember these moves."

Tang Sen warned.

The black boy nodded continuously and stared at Tang Sen.

After finishing it, I felt like I was still missing a set of heavy squats.

Doing this will activate explosive performance in your legs.

Turning his eyes, Tang Sen stared at the little kid next to him.

"Go, pick him up and do squats."

"Ah I?"

The short man was stunned and pointed at himself, thinking he had heard it wrong.

After the black boy confirmed that Tang Sen was not joking, he went up and picked up the short boy in a princess hug without saying a word, and then did a squat.

"Russell, don't move."

The short boy immediately straightened his body and stopped moving.

He is shorter, only about 1.5 meters tall, but at least he weighs several dozen pounds more.

After doing a set of squats, Tang Sen immediately asked the black boy to shoot again.

Medium distance of about 10 feet.

He had missed the shot from this position before. He took the ball and shot it hesitantly, then turned to the right and leaped up.

The upper limb movements were maintained well, and the shooting point was adjusted very high. The basketball slipped out of his hands and miraculously went into the basket.

"How could this be?"

The black boy who landed on the ground looked confused. He clearly felt that his legs had strength and he jumped higher.

And when in the air, the body can be kept more stable.

"Sir, what is going on?"

I just did some warm-up exercises, how come the effect is so good?

Tang Sen smiled and said, "I'll teach you three moves. Go back and practice them well."

As he spoke, Tang Sen began to demonstrate.

Static lunges, plank holds, and dynamic bent-over mountain climbers.

Tang Sen patted the short man again and asked him to go to where he was working to get paper and pen.

The little devil disappeared in a flash.

Taking out a pen and paper, Tang Sen quickly wrote a training plan.

This kind of basic training is easy to do.

Considering the age of the black teenager, the intensity was slightly reduced.

"Practice it for three days first and see if it works." Tang Sen handed it over.

My sister's activities will continue for three more days.

The black boy took it as if it were a treasure, nodded vigorously, and promised to practice hard.

"That's it."

Tang Sen grabbed his vest, waved his hand and left.

I just wanted to give some pointers.

"What's your name, sir?"

The black boy behind suddenly asked.

Tang Sen didn't answer.

I didn't even ask the names of these two kids, we just met by chance.

After watching Tang Sen walk away, the short boy asked curiously, "KB, who is he? He's so awesome."

The black boy nodded.

Tang Sen’s words are equivalent to a month’s hard practice.

Just take yourself through some exercises and your performance will improve.

He had never seen such a person before.

The shorter boy couldn't help but glance at the paper in the black boy's hand and said, "KB, can I practice with you?"

He also wants to improve.

"Of course." The black boy nodded, hooked his arm around the shorter boy's shoulder and said, "Russell Westbrook, we agreed to work hard together and make it to the NBA together!"

Looking at the training plan in his hand, he was excited and couldn't help but think how great it would be if he could continue training with Tang Sen.

It's amazing that an ordinary person doing charity work has such ability.

The next day, Tang Sen didn't see the two little ghosts again.

I don't care and continue to slack off.

Anyway, I came to Los Angeles to vacation and relax.

Brown has been in contact with Orlando, always asking when he will go back, saying that he feels he is not strong enough again.

He also said that he had some ideas and learned some things from Guo Yonglin.

Tang Sen didn't know what he could learn from Guo Yonglin.

And Rivers.

He had contacted me before and wanted to make an appointment to meet me.

Tang Sen is also considering whether to continue working as a personal trainer or to join an NBA team to gain some experience.

In the past, I considered that I wasn’t famous enough.

But with Brown trained to this point, it seems that there is no need for him to be specially gilded.

Don’t look at the reputation, look at the efficacy.

Since it is the preseason now, Tang Sen is not in a hurry to go back. He might as well wait until next month when the new season starts and then go back.

If you say we can have a month's vacation, then we have to have enough time off.

It's nice to listen to my mom and sisters nagging like now.

Two days passed in a flash.

Today is the last day of the event.

When I arrived in the morning, some people had already started queuing.

Just as Tang Sen was about to move his things, he heard someone calling him.

"gentlemen!"

When I turned around, two little ghosts came over.

"Sir, let me help you." The black kid, who had good eyesight, immediately stepped forward and helped Tang Sen start moving the goods.

The same goes for the short boy.

Tang Sen nodded slightly and stood aside.

"What's going on with these two children?" Tang Ling asked curiously.

Tang Sen shook his head and didn't explain.

After all the things were moved, the two of them came up to Tang Sen.

"Have you practiced? How does it feel?" Tang Sen asked.

“Excellent!”

The black boy said without hesitation.

As he said this, he was going to the next court to show Tang Sen his current shooting, saying that it was more accurate than before.

Tang Sen doesn't believe it.

I've only been practicing for three days, and there's no system effect added, so how can I see results so quickly?

This kid is quite interesting though.

"There's no need to look at it. Go back and continue practicing. The longer you practice, the more time you have, and it will definitely be effective." Tang Sen sent them away.

They nodded but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Tang Sen asked back.
The two kids looked at each other, and the black boy said, "Sir, could you teach us again?"

Tang Sen pointed to a folding chair in the distance.

The short man quickly ran over to move it, opened it and put it away.

Tang Sen sat down and said, "I don't usually teach people easily, and my teaching is very expensive."

The black boy was stunned, his eyes filled with disappointment.

The short boy, with an innocent look on his face, took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them to Tang Sen: "Sir, this is all my pocket money. I'll give it all to you, okay?"

Tang Sen was happy.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Sen said, "Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, I'll be waiting for you at the park stadium. If I don't see you even a second later, I'll leave immediately."

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal the two of them to leave.

The two men's eyes lit up, and they quickly thanked him and ran away.

After running two steps away, the black boy stopped, turned around and asked Tang Sen what his name was.

"I'll tell you when you come tomorrow morning."

Tang Sen waved his hand and said, "Don't disturb me while I'm slacking off."

The words have been spoken.

But when he woke up the next morning, Tang Sen regretted it again.

I'm here on vacation!
And why does it feel a bit dangerous to go to Compton at four or five in the morning?

But he said it again.

Maybe the two children may not come. They have to get up at four o'clock. How many children can get up so early?

What about their family members? Aren’t they afraid that their children will be abducted?

However, after driving off, Tang Sen really hoped that these two little guys would show up on time.

If you want to succeed, you have to suffer.

Being able to endure hardship is at least worth cultivating.

My sister lives in Long Beach, only about ten kilometers away by car.

When he arrived, Tang Sen saw two, no, three figures on the court at a glance.

Glanced at his watch.

4:46 am.

One big and two small.

Los Angeles is like spring all year round, but it is still a bit chilly in the early morning of October, only a little over 10 degrees.

Under the light of the street lights, you can see two children stamping their feet because of the cold.

It looks like we've been waiting for a while.

Tang Sen parked the car and walked over.

"gentlemen!"

The short boy was the first to notice Tang Sen. He shouted in surprise and was about to run over.

Being caught by an adult.

The man came forward first, smiled, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Tang Sen.

You can see that there is some vigilance in his eyes.

And there was a bulge under the plaid shirt, which undoubtedly showed that he was carrying a weapon.

It’s understandable that Tang Sen wanted to bring it with him, but he didn’t have it at home.

He seemed a little reserved and first thanked Tang Sen for guiding the two children. The two children had been talking about Tang Sen these days.

"I was really worried about them coming here alone, so I followed them," he explained.

His name is Russell Westbrook.

"What time did you come?" Tang Sen asked.

The man smiled bitterly and said, "They started clamoring to come over at three o'clock. I had no choice but to follow them."

Tang Sen nodded secretly and then asked the two people's names.

The shorter one is the man's oldest son, also named Russell Westbrook.

The remaining black teenager is called Kelsey Barrs.

He is even more cruel. His father and grandfather are both named this.

Just by hearing his name, you can tell that his family conditions are not good.

With a well-off family, which parent would be so casual in naming their child?

"Call me Cage." Tang Sen only said his English name.

So that these people won’t know about me.

At least because of Brown, I have been featured in major newspapers like the New York Times.

"Warm up."

Tang Sen asked the two of them to go for a run to warm up their bodies first.

Old Russell thanked him again.

At first he really thought it was some new scam to trick children.

But after seeing the training plan that Tang Sen had casually written down, he knew that he had met a master.

He has never played basketball seriously, but he is a basketball fan and started to train Russell when he was 7 years old.

With the training plan in hand, he asked a friend who was a coach for an amateur team.

The other party said that although the training plan is very basic, the training groups and interval arrangements are definitely professional.

Only then did old Russell feel relieved.

Not to mention that Tang Sen didn't ask for any money and gave free advice.

Speaking of money, Old Russell said a little awkwardly: "Sir, we can't let you teach for free like this, we still have to pay."

Tang Sen waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

You can tell from the way old Russell is dressed that he is a poor man.

How much can he pay, fifty thousand dollars a month?

I'm afraid I can't even come up with five hundred.

Tang Sen was simply free and felt like doing something.

Incidentally, the trainer's experience bar will also increase.

After teaching some warm-up exercises, Tang Sen started to get down to business.

Since I have decided to teach and kill time, I can't just do it half-heartedly.

I asked, and found out that they were both born in 88 and are only 13 years old now.

At this age, the focus should still be on basic skills and physical training.

In terms of basic skills, Tang Sen plans to prioritize improving their ball sense.

Ball control is the foundation of the foundation.

As for the body, it is about practicing flexibility.

At their age, if they rashly train strength, they may easily get injured and it will not be good for their development.

Instead it's flexibility.

Children have soft bodies and can practice it, but when they get older, they can’t practice it even if they want to.

Developing excellent flexibility when you are young will greatly help your ability to control your body when you grow up.

In Guo Yonglin's words, this is called Tongzi Kung Fu.

He always complained about Tang Sen's stiff body.

Tang Sen was still not convinced and thought to himself, look at me when I was a kid, doing splits was like a piece of cake for me.

Tang Sen can perform these basic trainings with ease.

Of course, Tang Sen will also teach some tips.

For example, ball feel.

"Go home and find a wall. Shoot the ball towards it, keeping your hands close to the wall to ensure the ball doesn't drop. When you can persist for 5 minutes, you'll see the effect."

To achieve the so-called good feel of the ball, that is, the effect of the ball sticking to your hands, it is a test of the strength and endurance of your fingers.

You can practice this by bouncing a ball against a wall.

This was a trick that Tang Sen used to practice ball control when he was a child.

As for body flexibility, there is no shortcut. You can only work hard and practice more splits and forward bends.

Since they are both children, the training time should not be too long, so Tang Sen ended the training at seven o'clock and sent them back to catch up on their sleep.

To grow, you can’t lack of sleep.

Then we agreed to provide guidance once a day, from 4 to 6 pm, for two hours, so that it would not interfere with their schooling.

Today is a test. Tang Sen is here for vacation, so there is no need to make things difficult for himself.

The bonus of a title is enough.

And the [Shepherding] in the badge can also take effect.

Before parting, Russell Sr. shyly asked a question about his son's talent.

He guessed that Tang Sen should be a professional-level trainer.

"Not bad."

Tang Sen's words were not polite.

Russell Sr. has put a lot of effort into his son. It is said that he started taking 500 shots every day at the age of 7, and also did strength and flexibility training.

So little Russell looks dark and thin, but his skills are really good.

He said he played very well in the AAU league.

But, he's a little short.

He is only about 1.5 meters tall at the age of 13. If he doesn't grow taller in the future, no matter how well he trains, he will probably end up like himself.

Instead, it was Kelsey Barrs.

This kid has already shown talent far beyond his peers.

If you work hard enough, you might actually be able to make it to the NBA in the future.

A single "good" was enough, and old Russell thanked the children profusely and left with them.

After Tang Sen went home to catch up on his sleep, he had nothing to do when he woke up, so he simply entered the simulation space and prepared to simulate a training plan for the two of them.

During the morning training, the two people's bodies had been scanned into the simulation space.

However, after seeing the simulated portrait of Kelsey Barrs, Tang Sen suddenly noticed that there was a little red in his green muscles.

And it’s at the heart position.

Tang Sen was shocked and thought there was something wrong with the system.

This is the heart. No matter how hard I train Brown, his heart has never turned red.

When I zoomed in, I saw that the system even gave an explanation of the cause of the anomaly.

"Myocardial hypertrophy?"

Tang Sen was stunned for a moment.

Tang Sen knew about this disease. Inspired by Tedeschi, he had read some information on sports medicine, which introduced some diseases that would affect exercise status.

One of these congenital heart diseases is myocardial hypertrophy.

This disease cannot be cured, it can only be controlled.

Most importantly, even if you can control it, it is not suitable for high-intensity, professional-level exercise.

There is a high risk of sudden death.

So theoretically, Kelsey Barrs has been sentenced to death on the road to professional basketball.

Tang Sen couldn't help but sigh.

This is more painful than trying hard and being eliminated in the end.

Because you don’t even have the chance to work hard.

I checked on little Russell again and he seemed to be fine.

After exiting the simulation space, Tang Sen felt a little complicated.

This is a mess.

The most talented Kelsey Bars has a congenital disease, while the untalented little Russell is fine.

Fate plays tricks on us like this.

During the training on the second day, Tang Sen felt increasingly heavy-hearted as he watched Bars completing his training program meticulously.

Reason told Tang Sen that he should stop him.

The more you practice, the greater the damage to your heart.

But his enthusiasm moved Tang Sen.

During a break in training, he and Russell Jr. sat together and told Donson about their dreams.

He also grew up in a single-parent family, and his mother worked very hard to raise three children.

So he wanted to make it to the NBA, make a lot of money, and let his mother live a good life.

Nothing fancy, just simple and real.

"Kelsey, have you ever thought about what to do if you don't make it to the NBA in the future? You know, it's not easy to make it to the NBA." Tang Sen asked.

Bals was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and shook his head, indicating that he had not thought about it.

Russell, who was standing next to him, said, "Don't worry, KB. I feel like the gentleman is talking about me. If you can't make it to the NBA, then I have no hope at all."

My talent is far inferior to Bars's.

Bars quickly said, "It's okay, Russell. As long as we work hard enough, we can do it."

After saying that, he paused for a moment and then said, "Even if that day really comes, don't worry, I will carry your dream forward with me."

Russell's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

Looking at the two brothers whose brotherly love was about to overflow, Tang Sen sighed silently and said no more.

I’ll think about how to tell Bals when I turn around and leave.

The training continues.

On the fourth day, Russell Jr. pulled over a friend, saying that he met him while playing in the AAU league.

Also lives in Compton.

A little guy with big eyes, one year younger than little Russell, greeted Tang Sen when he saw him, and then was too shy to speak.

Tang Sen didn't care. It was just a way to kill time, so one more or one less didn't make any difference.

During the training on the court these two days, there were people learning next to him, and Tang Sen just let them do it.

So they took the initiative and kept this little guy named James Harden.

Anyway, I can't stay here for a few days.

It’s the 24th, and the new season will start on October 30th.

In a few days, Tang Sen will be ready to go back.

Harden practiced for two days. On the 26th, Donson was coaching three players on shooting techniques on the court.

In just a few days, Tang Sen simply used a rote teaching method, teaching them all the training suitable for their age group, so that when he left, they could continue practicing on their own.

Therefore, shooting skills are essential.

Just like Brown, we strive to help them develop a good standard shooting posture.

While he was practicing, a luxurious Rolls-Royce suddenly drove into the parking lot not far away, then the door opened and a giant in a well-tailored suit walked out.

His appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people in the park.

Harden, who was dribbling the ball between his legs, suddenly dropped the ball to his feet, then stared blankly at the giant walking towards him in the distance, his mouth wide open.

"Oh my god, Russell, look who that is!"

Tang Sen turned his head to look at the person who came, and then was stunned for a moment.

what.

Isn't this Lakers legend, Mitch Kupchak?
How could he appear in a chaotic place like Compton?

And he walked directly towards me.

(End of this chapter)