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    "Of course I want to come and see the players recommended by Yao. What's the result?" Van Gundy looked at Fan Ju. He was not the tall, point guard he had imagined.  Rather than this, he hopes to have a center who can serve as a substitute for Yao Ming on the court.  "Not bad" Although the data was incomplete, Van Gundy took a look and was quite satisfied. However, the 18-year-old age may be a bit troublesome.  Of course, Van Gundy is not considering signing Fan Ju. The team has more considerations about the guard position. Francis is still there, and the team will make a big move at the guard position tomorrow.  Fan Ju could not have expected so much. Anyway, he came here just to hide from reporters. If you really want him to switch to basketball, you should ask IMG and the domestic tennis association first if they agree.  In terms of strength, Fan Ju is still confident. In other words, compared to other statistics, in terms of strength, he can be considered really strong. His rotation is reflected in his strong strength. Without strength, no matter how good his technique is, it will be difficult to win.  Stable and effective topspin shots.  Van Gundy didn¡¯t leave. Anyway, he planned to have a chat with Yao Ming and chat with the core of the team. This is one of the head coach¡¯s jobs. Only when the core is stable can the coach make the team perform stably and cooperate.  "Start with 84kg bench press. If it doesn't work, don't force it." The physical test coach proactively reminded Fan Ju. After all, even the NBA has seen several rookies who couldn't even press 84kg.  1, 2, 3, 4 Fan Ju pushed very steadily. Although 84 kilograms was not easy, it was not easy for his strength level.  But it's not into the unbearable range.  And Van Gundy's eyes, which were not paying attention at first, were gradually attracted by Fan Ju, especially when Fan Ju had completed 10.  Every time you lift it, you can feel the vibration from your arms and the entire chest and abdominal muscles.  1415, 14 Fan Ju started to hesitate, but after 15, he finally stopped.  The physical test coach on the side hurriedly helped Fan Ju move the barbell back to the stand. If he hadn't felt the heavy weight on the barbell, he would have guessed that Fan Ju was not lifting 84 kilograms.  It's an 84-pound barbell.  "Is it okay?" Fan Ju moved his arms, and he could feel some accumulated lactic acid on his arms during this period.  He started high-intensity strength training again, and he was already very familiar with this feeling.  "It's incredible, 15. This is almost comparable to the results of those power forward rookiesHave you ever tested the ultimate bench press in the past? I think this must be a very beautiful data." A little forgetful, the physical test coach expressed  With his own sigh, he believed that Fan Ju could definitely lift the 150 kilogram barbell, but he did not expect that he might be missing a little.  "160 kilograms, I should be able to reach it when I am in good condition. Give me 5 minutes to rest. I may be able to challenge it." Fan Ju answered with a smile, but looked at Yao Ming.  Yao Ming was a little embarrassed.  He was bragging to Fan Ju at home just now, saying that his bench press increased by 20 kilograms after entering the NBA, and he could now press 110 kilograms.  But Fan Ju didn¡¯t say anything at the time, he just said that he was better, and he received such ¡°retaliation¡± from Yao Ming.  The bench press is just a number, it does not refer to the strength of the arms alone. Fan Ju's chest and back muscles are well developed and powerful. But if Fan Ju and Yao Ming, who weighs more than 130 kilograms, are really put together, they will definitely not be able to push each other.  .  ¡°But if we talk about strength burst and durability alone, Fan Ju¡¯s strength-to-weight ratio exceeds that of Fan Ju and even most black players in the NBA.  In the end, Fan Ju failed to show the limit of his strength. Under the arrangement of the physical test coach, he completed the test by pushing a weight of 130 kilograms.  He didn¡¯t know that this was Van Gundy¡¯s secret order. A powerful point guard might be an option for Francis as a substitute.  Van Gundy left, and Fan Ju also gained the right to use the gym. There is just one more minor trouble. When the players return to training tomorrow, Fan Ju will continue to participate in tests related to ball handling and shooting abilities.   "Do all the nutritious meals in the United States all have the same taste? Except for the salty taste, they are all so unpalatable." Back at Yao Ming's villa, Fan Ju couldn't help complaining about his dinner, which consisted of boiled beef and a pile of high fiber.  Fan Ju, who originally wanted to add some other flavors, was greatly disappointed by the high-protein food.  Yao Ming looked funny. The recipe for the nutritious meal was given to him by Yao Ming himself. As for the expectation of any change in taste, that was just a fantasy. He himself often eats these meals to increase muscle and strength, but normally, he would choose better ones.  What you eat is not digested as a meal like Fan Ju did.  "Now I know where your muscles came from. Three meals a day, coupled with such a large amount of training, I really wonder if your body is made of steel and rubber." After training with Fan Ju for an afternoon.??Yao Ming has finally seen what devilish and inhuman training is like.  Fan Ju didn't care. This was without Kendrick watching. He also reduced several training items that required assistance, especially some special training equipment to strengthen swing strength. They were all designed internally by the Nick Tennis School, one for basketball players.  The prepared venue is really not suitable for comprehensive training.  "Brother Yao, why do you continue to lie tomorrow? Why do I feel that the eyes of your coaches are wrong? But we have agreed that I can play basketball and wait until I retire when I am 30 years old." Fan Ju didn't know that he would  I won't retire so early, but what I mean is that we won't consider changing careers or anything like that.  However, Fan Ju guessed this correctly. Van Gundy did take a fancy to him. Especially after asking about Fan Ju's afternoon training, he gave Fan Ju a mark of focus.  After a night's rest at Yao Ming's house, Fan Ju and Yao Ming returned to the training ground before 9 o'clock. Yesterday, Yao Ming's accompanying Fan Ju could only be regarded as overtime work, and today is the time to really start training.  "Francis, this is Fan Ju, my friend." Francis, who is 190, is only a few centimeters taller than Fan Ju. When the two of them stand together, they don't feel there is a big gap.  "Man, welcome to Houston. This is my territory. If someone bullies you, come to me." Francis looked very loyal and not restrained.  Just as Yao Ming introduced, the team boss is a very easy-to-get-together person. Fan Ju didn¡¯t feel anything unusual. He was as cordial as any foreign friend he had made.  "Can you play basketball? Do you want to give it a try?" Boss Fu didn't know what Fan Ju was doing at the training ground. After all, his identity had to be exposed, and Yao Ming had no intention of fooling everyone around him.  As for Van Gundy, it was purely his own misunderstanding. Yao Ming cannot be blamed. I can only say that this uncle¡¯s enthusiasm was in the wrong direction.  "If you know a little bit, you can just play as an amateur." Compared with NBA players, Fan Ju's skills that can dominate the college court are indeed within the scope of play.  Francis smiled, dribbled to the outside of the three-point line, and waved to Fan Ju, meaning let's give it a try?  It¡¯s not that he was bullying Fan Ju, it was just that when friends brought by Yao Ming said that he was an amateur, Francis didn¡¯t believe it. Especially in the year he had been in contact with Yao Ming, he also knew that Chinese people are very humble, and those who say they are not good are mostly polite.  "Well okay, let's just have fun." When Fan Ju saw Yao Ming acting like he was watching a show again, he knew that he would not be able to escape. He thought to himself that there are still many bad people in the world, and Yao Ming's power had just been hit yesterday.  , this time I was slapped in the face with professionalism.  Just when he was thinking about having a chance to lure Yao Ming to the tennis court and scare him with his 200-kilometer serve, Francis had already rushed up with the ball.  The speed was very fast, and he was dribbling the ball in his hands, but it seemed to be no different from when he was empty-handed. Fan Ju realized that the guys on the opposite side were indeed many levels better than his "Campus Rukawa Kaede", and he was also in front of him.  Just a delicate flower.  "What a fast dribble!" Fan Ju's eyes flickered, and his footsteps quickly followed, following the swaying Francis like a ghost, sticking tightly to the opponent like a piece of dog-skin plaster.  Inadvertently, Fan Ju has entered a double-speed state, and Francis has no intention of solving this kid with shooting from the outside.  But he didn¡¯t expect that Fan Ju could move so fast. He wanted to rush forward and forcefully squeeze away Fan Ju in front of him, but he seemed to hit a wall.  "Is this a defender or a high center? The power is too strong!" Francis knew as soon as he tried it that this path would not work. Facing a small player who could move very quickly laterally and could withstand him in strength,  I'm afraid there is only one way to allow him to score smoothly.  A violent confrontation?  Step back and shoot?  Just when he was hesitating, there was a sudden light on his hand. The opponent who was in front of him just now had bent down at some point, and the ball flew out with a slight movement.  "When?" Francis was stunned. The ball had already been shot out of bounds. Fan Ju did not chase the ball, and he had just reacted.  "No! One more ball." Francis started cheating. Of course, he didn't realize that he had met a weirdo. If Fan Ju had chosen basketball instead of tennis, I'm afraid the NBA's steal king's throne this year would have to be changed.  People were sitting around.  It was useless to play a few more balls. All the movements that were difficult to react at double speed became slow motion. The changes in speed and turns were completed in an instant, but this moment was magnified to the rear, as if saying to Fan Ju again,  I'm right here, come and grab me.  All this was seen by one person, and he, who is known for his defense, seemed to have seen a treasure.Expensive rough stones, he only had one thought in his mind!  "Sign him! There is no opponent in the league who can break through my defense" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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