pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 115
Free training only appears in extremely special circumstances.

That's Louis going down the hill.

"I'll leave the mountain to you." Louis instructed, "If these little brats behave badly, they can be punished at will."

"It's only the second day. Isn't it too fast to go down the mountain now?" Alice was faintly worried. Every time Louis went down the mountain, there would be drastic and unknown changes on the mountain.

"Not fast, not fast." Louis said, "Now is just right."

"Let's go." Louis waved goodbye to Alice, and then walked away.

The players still don't know what will greet them next, Alice doesn't know, and even Louis doesn't know.

West Chicago, Pea Arena, "Naismith Training Camp" main camp.

All the campers who have won the game are training in full swing, surrounded by various sophisticated high-tech instruments, which are used to record and analyze the data of the players, and formulate highly targeted and exclusive training plans.

These instruments can analyze and organize players' speed, strength, reaction, endurance, explosive power and other aspects of data to discover the weak links of players, and then strengthen them to help them improve their skills.

Compared with the simple training facilities on the mountain, this place is simply a paradise that everyone envies.

"Everyone is very motivated." The lively atmosphere in the stadium was interrupted by Louis's words, and everyone stopped their hands in unison and looked at Louis.

"Why are you here?" Zach George was very surprised to see Louis appear in the venue. In the past, he would not show up in the main camp until the fourth or fifth day of the opening of the "Eliminator Camp", but now it is only the second day, and the time is wrong.

"Why can't I come?" Louis responded.

Every time Louis appears in the camp, it will always bring surprises, because among those eliminated, there will inevitably be some "fish that slipped through the net". Louis is responsible for screening these players and looking for those fish that slipped through the net.

It's just that the time is much earlier this time, and I'm afraid I've caught a big fish.

"Come out and talk," Louis called.

The two came outside the arena together, and the Chicago coast at noon is the most beautiful time.

"How's life on the mountain?" George asked with concern.

"Quite comfortable." Louis responded with satisfaction.

"I told you to come down to the mountain with me. You insisted on not listening. You insisted on staying on the mountain. What's so good about the mountain?"

"With you? Staying with those scraps of metal all day? Please spare me." Louis once again expressed his rejection of George's kindness.

"Broken metal?" George laughed, laughing at Louis' ignorance, "That is the most advanced and high-end instrument in the world."

"Basketball is not a sport that can be explained by science." Louis said disdainfully.

"But those scientific instruments can help players improve and improve." George retorted.

"Let's put it down. Players need training and actual combat to improve, not relying on those data and emotionless machines." Louis is very resistant to the intervention of scientific instruments. Basketball should be pure basketball. Those scientific interventions have polluted basketball.

"Apes can evolve into humans, why are you so stubborn." George shook his head, "Science is just an aid, it can help players find their weaknesses quickly."

"Weaknesses, you have to find them yourself."

It is normal for these old friends to quarrel as soon as they meet. One sticks to tradition and uses basketball to explain basketball, while the other advocates science and uses scientific methods to improve players in the shortest time.

Neither was wrong, but both were wrong.

The fault lies in the stubbornness and persistence of the two of them. There is nothing wrong with tradition, and neither is science. Paranoia is wrong.

The two people's views on each other are not pleasing to the eye, and contradictions and comparisons begin to appear over time.

This is why the training camp will be divided into two venues.

The winner goes to George, who receives scientific instruction at the main camp.

The loser is taken in by Louis and undergoes traditional training on the mountain.

It will last for a week, and one week later is the time to witness the winners and losers.

Since the people under Louis are all "screened out", the talent is completely behind George's people, and the starting point is different, so Louis is absolutely behind in the contest between the two.

The last time Louis beat George, he relied on James Bryant.

For three years, Louis's traditional training methods have been unable to defeat science.

So that the players gradually believe that science is stronger than tradition.

Of course, Louis couldn't swallow this breath, but the people under him didn't live up to it, so he kept forbearing, believing that one day he would use traditional basketball to defeat science.

If the talents are swapped, maybe the situation will be different.

In order to prove his basketball philosophy, Louis always insisted on leading the "less talented" team, so it would be interesting to win George.

Closer to home.

"Tell me, what big fish did you catch?" George cut to the point. He knew the eliminated players very well, so it was a pity to find other suitable candidates in his mind. Those few people were eliminated.

"Mu Chenfeng." Louis didn't hide anything, but directly reported Mu Chenfeng's name.

Mu Chenfeng?George hesitated for a moment, obviously this did not match the name he preselected.

"I know Mu Chenfeng, but his strength is not outstanding. His speed is average, his strength is average, and his physical fitness is terrible. He passed out from exhaustion after only half of the game, and he can shoot. At best, he is a small fish, not a big fish." Mu Chenfeng's performance did not leave a deep impression on George.

"It took him 18 seconds to clear the rocky field."

"So what, maybe he's lucky."

"He brought the team together."

"Those five international players, they are part of the first team here, there is a tacit understanding, not surprising."

"He hit 101 goals in a row!"

"1"

George was stunned, "Hit 101 goals in a row?" George reconfirmed to see if he heard it wrong.

"That's right, 101 goals!" Louis nodded in confirmation.

George only knew that Mu Chenfeng's shooting was okay, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

The training camp has been held for a few years, and no player has ever reached 100 goals. The best thing is that year Lewis picked up 99 goals hit by James Bryant by luck. This record is also regarded as the most impossible record to break.

And the highest number of hits of the campers under him is 81, which is already the highest number of hits combined by the two training camps in the past two years.

That Chinese kid actually hit a horrible 101 balls.

Louis probably picked up another treasure this time.

(End of this chapter)