NBA: Becoming stronger starts with hard work and mastery

The team is going to win the championship!

"Win the championship!"

Georgetown University head coach John Thompson sighed on the training ground:

"This kid is crazy!"

"Hey, coach!"

A big boy with big shoulders and waist standing next to John Thompson looked at Han Yi who was running and asked:

"Is he Han Yi?"

"Yeah!" John Thompson nodded:

"Yes, he is the most terrible training madman in the history of our Georgetown University. The NBA has entered the off-season, and this bastard has not had a day off since March Madness!"

"And And he keeps high-intensity training for at least eight hours every day. I really don't know what this guy's body is made of!"

"Coach!"

The big boy looked at Han Yi in the court, his eyes full of stars, and said eagerly:

"Coach, can I go to train with him?"

"Of course!" John Thompson smiled and said: "Ron! But you have to promise me not to overdraw your body. I don't want you to be a patient as soon as you join Georgetown University!"

17-year-old Ron Artest patted his chest confidently:

"Coach, look at my muscles, "Ron Artest showed off his biceps and patted his chest: "Look at my body, I have endless energy every day!"

"Oh!"

John Thompson showed a meaningful smile:

"Then go ahead..."

When Ron Artest lay on the track like a dead dog two hours later, John Thompson sighed:

"Okay, another guy who doesn't know his own limits!"

Han Yi, who had completed the full marathon, walked past Artest, who was panting on the ground, and looked down at the dark, strong young black man. Then he walked towards John Thompson:

"Coach, why are you here?"

"Oh! Let me introduce you to a new teammate, the dead dog lying on the ground over there!" John Thompson, "His name is Ron Artest, from Queens, New York. Like you, he is also a training maniac. Take good care of him!"

"Artest?"

Han Yi felt that he was careless just now. This name is also well-known. However, looking at Artest's slightly immature face now, it really doesn't match the Artest who will kill Buddhas and gods in the NBA in the future!

It is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that he kills gods. After all, only this guy has broken the ribs of Michael Jordan, the god of basketball.

But what is the matter with the full admiration revealed in the eyes of the young version of Artest when he looks at him?

However, it is not important now. Han Yi also has something to say to John Thompson:

"Coach, it is okay for you to arrange someone to join our school team. I also want to arrange someone to join. Do you think it is okay?"

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John Thompson felt awkward when he heard Han Yi's words.

I brought you a talented high school student. Many NCAA first-level universities are vying for him. The head coach of St. John's University broke up with me because of this. Why does it sound like a backdoor in your mouth?

However, John Thompson still maintained a pleasant expression. After all, Han Yi can stay and play for him for another year. Whether it is for himself or not, he is a vested interest!

With Han Yi, no matter how slim others say that Georgetown University's championship this year is, it still leaves an idea for himself!

"Where is it?"

"Here! The guy doing the bench press!"

Han Yi led John Thompson to the weight room, where a guy with shiny black all over his body was doing a bench press of 200KG!

"Oh my God!"

John Thompson gasped: "Is this the guy you found for me from the weightlifting team?"

When the guy doing the bench press saw John Thompson coming in, he immediately stood up and said respectfully:

"Coach, my name is Ben Wallace, and I'm a junior at the University of Virginia."

"From Virginia?"

John Thompson was even more confused: "Then why are you here?"

"I, I...how should I put it?"

John Thompson's height of 2.08 meters, coupled with his majestic face, scared Ben Wallace.

"Coach!" Han Yi took over the conversation: "He participated in the draft this year, but was not selected. I promised him that he would practice with us for a year, and I would bring him in when I enter the NBA!"

"Oh, the undrafted one!"

John

·When Thompson heard this, his expectations were gone. How good could an undrafted player be?

Playing basketball is not like weightlifting. Strength alone is useless!

John Thompson looked Ben Wallace up and down several times:

"You are... less than two meters tall, but looking at your size, you should play inside, right?"

"Yeah!"

Ben Wallace nodded.

"Han!" John Thompson laughed: "Does Georgetown University want to bring in a guy who is less than two meters tall to play power forward? Many people have left Georgetown University, but it's not that empty!"

"No!" Han Yi shook his head: "He doesn't play power forward, he plays center!"

"Center?? Are you kidding?"

John Thompson: "Let a guy with the height of a guard play center, I don't think we have a chance to enter the top 64!"

Ben Wallace was anxious when he heard this:

"Coach, I can play guard, I can dribble!"

"Stop it, dribbling, what ball? If you can dribble, do you think you will be eliminated?"

"Coach!" Han Yi pushed Ben aside and smiled: "Let's give it a try. How can we win without fighting?"

"Okay!" John Thompson reluctantly agreed:

"But I said, I can't guarantee that he will have a chance to play. If he can play as a guard, I will give him a chance, but if he wants to play inside with this height, he must be a super talent!"

"Okay!"

Han Yi nodded: "There is one more thing..."

"What?"

"Coach, you still have to arrange for him to transfer. His points may not be enough..."

"Ah?" John Thompson raised his eyebrows. For a talented young man like Artest, he would sell his face. Why did he also let this undrafted player who is already a senior sell his face?

Is his face so worthless?

But looking at Han Yi's sincere smile, it is really hard to refuse...

"Okay, if he can keep up with your training."

"Yeah!"

Ben Wallace said excitedly: "I guarantee to complete the task!"

So, although Georgetown University has already started summer vacation, there are three more mice who never stop training in the basketball hall, strength hall, and sports field...

Time flies, and another NCAA season is coming!

PS: Let me explain a little bit. Old fans who read this chapter may have doubts. No, Ben Wallace participated in the NBA draft after graduating from college, and then failed to be selected. Is it wrong here? Haha, how to say it? The characters in the novel still have to serve the novel, so I made a little magic change to this period of history, making Ben Wallace a junior, that's it, related to the protagonist, he will become a more important character in this book, and the same is true for Artest, I transferred him to another school... Hehe, that's it.