Chapter 11 I hate Wallace

A lively talent show brought its curtain to Madison Square Garden.

Now many people are starting to get busy. The league's boss tycoons are busy going to Florida to bask in the sun. Rookies with excellent "records" in the draft are busy running for their contracts and business sponsorships. At this time, the hardest thing is the rookies who are unsuccessful and players who are determined to enter the NBA but do not even have the qualification to be qualified for the draft.

Logically speaking, Li Feng is the second-tier Chinese rookie this year, or another high-ranking Chinese rookie after Yao Ming and Yi Jianlian. His life should be very comfortable.

Li Feng's own training plan was also suspended due to Hollins' interference. Li Feng is the second place and is not another player. The team attaches great importance to it. Before the start of the summer league, in order to build Li Feng into Ben Wallace, he went from one purgatory to another.

"Coach, you can't do this. You've seen my physical test. Do you have to knock O'Neal away?"

Li Feng widened his eyes and pointed at the bench press that had been added to 120 kilograms and said to Hollins.

"This is just your training plan this week. If possible next week, I want to add 15o kilograms. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to use your strength training. If you are injured, I will take responsibility."

Hollins' tone was definitely not a joke. Li Feng knew that this old man was definitely the kind of person he could say.

"Well, I'm a Grizzly man now. If you destroy me like this, Chris Wallace will have any objections."

Li Feng could only use his trump card.

"Feng, Big Ben is called Ben Wallace. Chris is happy to become another guy with the same surname as him. Don't be lazy. You should know that although your strength is very good, the strength of your upper limbs does not equal the strength of your body. You can't withstand the same strength of O'Neal."

It was in this situation that Li Feng was secretly decided to throw it directly into the training room by Hollins and Wallace behind the scenes and began strength training.

When Anthony, whom Hollins said, appeared, Li Feng realized that things were far less simple than he thought.

Who is Anthony? Anthony Mason.

When Mason went to New York in 1991, this was the scene there. After Pat Riley led the Lakers into the most colorful team in NBA history on the West Coast, he was mentally distorted and created another style on the East Coast, like monster scientists fighting left and right. He was covered with monsters like Ewing, O'Calley, Charles Smith, and these people were very similar to the bad guys who were playing on the corner of New York, staring at you in the dark shadows and planning to come up and invite you to have two slaps and then take pockets. Anthony Mason was very in line with the distorted aesthetic of New Yorkers - at that time Madison refused artists, poets and thinkers, and only invited beasts that had to be locked in cages. Mason's two arms were as thick as iron rods, and his body was awesome for Karl Malone, who practiced running with parachutes every day, sighed. When he was young, Ironham and Mason performed a full martial arts show on the basketball court.

The supervisor was replaced by such a landlord who could kill people at any time. Li Feng felt a big shot. "Does Hollins know a normal person who can play basketball? Why are the most famous villains in the league becoming our special training instructors? Who dares not practice? I don't want to be a second-tier show who has never played basketball."

Although Mason looks no different from Ranbir and the others after retirement, both expressions and tone are so pleasant, the beating muscles all over their body look full of dangerous signals.

But this aroused Li Feng's fierceness. Isn't it just a 120 kilogram bench press? My body is more perverted than ten thousand people killing Zhang Dashang. Who is more fierce than me?

Hollins wisely selected a mentor for Li Feng. He was very relieved to be aware of the educational method of Mason, the devil-muscle man. You should know that when he was 40 years old, Mason could still maintain the body as a bodybuilder. He had his own unique tricks for physical training and strength enhancement. Otherwise, how could he be able to survive in the inside line of the 1990s with his 2-meter-o-1 height? You should know that he could also be considered a Wizard in the field of rebounding in the league.

Unlike the "big bug" Rodman, Mason relies more on his strong power to squeeze out his opponents and divide his own territory at the basket. Now these are exactly what Li Feng lacks. Li Feng's previous skills were all outside.

Hollins not only asked Mason to help Li Feng in strength training, but he was not idle himself. He had already found a special nutritionist to adjust food intake for Li Feng.

Nutritional balance is crucial for Li Feng, who is still developing at the age of nineteen. In addition to working hard on nutrition, Hollins also specially invited people in charge of medical treatment. After training every day, he had to conduct routine examinations on Li Feng's body, so as to strive to master his physical fatigue and recovery degree every day. Unwanted body damage should be prevented from the minimum.

Injuries have always been the biggest enemy of an athlete. He doesn't want his disciples whom he has high hopes to fall on the floor of the training room before he even went on the field. He hasn't seen one or two of the big man who was ruined by injuries. Too many geniuses have fallen on the pain he has accumulated in normal times.

Li Feng's 115 kilogram weight is not normal in Hollins' eyes. He must be strong enough if he is not tall enough. Anyway, Li Feng is Ben Wallace in Hollins' eyes.

Fortunately, Mason and Li Feng still have some common language. Mason was an early ball-handling striker in the league. From the inside to the pervert who is both inside and outside, Li Feng has also gained a lot of experience.

Eat, eat, eat, practice, practice, practice, practice, Li Feng’s daily task is to wander between the dining table and the training room. In his own words, this is a life for animals to be slaughtered.

This kind of evil life situation did not improve until the arrival of another guy, Larry Johnson. Li Feng finally didn't have to spin around the dining table and the barbell every day, but it was not a happy life waiting for him.

The strength training Mason is responsible for is only auxiliary. Strength is Li Feng's strength, and there is not the greatest room for improvement. The task of the aunt Larry Johnson is to enhance his inside singles ability.

Although Li Feng is regarded as Ben Wallace, the Grizzlies do not reject Ben Wallace who can attack. In fact, players who have no offensive ability do not exist at all. It is just that some sacrifice their offense for the team, and some have tactical needs.

This training is obviously more systematic than Li Feng himself, and of course there is more time, so Li Feng still can't help but complain:

"This is not a holiday, it's just hell!"

Mason and the aunt patted his shoulder with a tacit understanding and said:

“Where is no scary here in hell.”

Hearing this, Li Feng could only yell:

"I hate Ben Wallace!"

The Mississippi River wind blows, and the Federal Express Center Purgatory continues...
Chapter completed!