Rekindling the dream of becoming a star

Chapter 16 Special Training Begins

After locking his bicycle, Chen Fang checked the time on his watch. It was half past seven. Feeling somewhat guilty, he carried his bag and walked upstairs.

My home is on the fourth floor, and I don’t feel it usually, but today my legs felt a little sore. Chen Fang knew that he had exercised too much today and his muscles had produced creatine, so he would have to stretch them properly later.

Many golfers have misunderstandings about stretching. Chen Fang was one of them at the beginning. It was not until he came into contact with sports professionals that he understood the significance of stretching.

To put it simply, stretching is to allow stiff muscles to become filled with blood, thereby achieving an activation effect and ensuring that muscles are not easily strained during exercise.

Therefore, dynamic stretching is done before the game, but the muscles are still activated for a period of time after the game. Stretching at this time is meaningless and has the opposite effect.

You must wait two hours after the game to allow your muscles to cool down again. At this time, static straining can help to activate blood circulation and discharge the blood stasis caused by the tearing of capillaries in the muscles after intense exercise, thereby achieving the effect of muscle recovery.

The function of capillaries is to exchange oxygen to muscle cells, but high-intensity exercise will result in anaerobic behavior and muscle cells will be deprived of oxygen. This is why you will feel muscle stiffness and pain after exercise. Static stretching after the game will accelerate blood flow, activate the oxygen content of the muscles, and ensure that the muscles are restored to vitality.

Of course, Chen Fang didn’t understand it so clearly. He just knew that he had to do static stretching two hours after the game.

I quietly opened the door and heard my mother's stern voice in the living room: "Why did you come back just now?"

"Chen Fang, come here."

When Chen Fang heard his mother calling him by his name, he knew he would have to stay here today, so he walked into the living room with a smile on his face.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Ke Qing was sitting on the sofa while his father was looking at the sky on the balcony like a statue. No one knew what he was looking at so intently.

"Take off your coat," the mother ordered, ignoring her son's pity.

A school uniform, revealing a wet T-shirt that stuck to his chest and stomach.

"Did you go play ball?"

"Yes." Chen Fang sighed secretly. It seemed that he would have to confront his mother today.

"It's okay to fight at any other time, but why do you have to fight so late? Don't you know how worried I am at home?"

"Besides, you got hurt while playing basketball. What if you get hurt again? If you didn't become an idiot this time, what about next time?"

Chen Fang lowered his head to resist his mother's first wave of attacks. When his mother's mouth was dry from talking, he cleverly brought some water. Seeing his son's guilty look, Ke Qing calmed down: "The food is hot in the pot, go take a shower first. Chen Yi, why don't you bring out the food? Are you going to starve your son to death?"

"Coming, coming." Dad was very fast. He ran across the living room and into the kitchen.

Sure enough, he inherited his father's athletic genes. Chen Fang sighed and went into the bedroom to get some clothes to change into.

After taking a shower and eating, it was already eight o'clock. Chen Fang washed the dishes and sat next to his mother in a servile manner.

"Is there something?" When the mother saw her son's smiling face, she knew he was going to say something.

"Mom, there is something I need to report to you."

"I made the school basketball team."

"No, you're such a bad student, do you want to be at the bottom?" The mother objected immediately.

"Mom, I'll take the monthly exam on Monday. Please look at my results. If I'm in the top 20, please don't object to my playing basketball. Is that okay?"

"Top 20?" Ke Qing pondered and it seemed that at the end of last semester, his son's class ranking was in the forties.

"What if he doesn't get in?" The mother knew her son's temper. Once he made a decision, it was difficult to change it.

"If you don't want to go, then don't join the school team. Just study hard." Chen Fang said firmly.

"Good!" My father clapped his hands beside me.

"What's your business? Have you taken a shower? You're covered in sweat, but you don't mind the smell."

"I'm going now." Chen Yi didn't dare to provoke him.

Ke Qing looked back at his son and slowed down his tone: "I'm here to ask Teacher Zhang about his grades. Are you sure about what you said?"

"Ah."

"Well, neither of you father and son can give me peace of mind, alas." The mother could only quit while she was ahead. Her son had grown up, and there were many things that could not be forced upon him.

"Mom agreed? Haha, I knew it."

"Don't be crazy, go back and do your homework, Fang Fang, you are an adult now, and when you make decisions on many things, you must inform your family, you can't act first and ask for permission later. This time it's fine, but it won't happen again."

"I understand. I'll go into the house then." Chen Fang didn't dare to argue.

After entering the house, I vaguely heard my mother negotiating with my father: "Starting tomorrow, Fangfang's school meal expenses will increase by 500 per month, and it will be deducted from your salary."

"ah……."

"What? Your son is growing up, and you don't care about him? Chen Yi, what do you mean?"

"No, honey, you misunderstood. I just think 500 is too little..."

"You are my son's cleverness. You are smart enough to know what's best for you."

"That is, that is."

Smiling and shaking his head, Chen Fang turned his attention back, opened his schoolbag, looked at the thick stack of textbooks and papers, and took a deep breath.

If you want to have the best of both worlds, you have to pay a price. Chen Fang, study hard.

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Early in the morning at 5:30, the alarm clock woke Chen Fang up on time.

Chen Fang slapped his forehead in regret. He forgot to set the alarm. There was no need to get up so early on such a weekend.

But after waking up, he felt very alert and it was impossible to continue sleeping, so Chen Fang had to get up and wash up.

When they arrived at the school, they didn't expect that Uncle Liu had also gotten up so early. He was sweeping the floor at the entrance. When he saw Chen Fang, the old man asked, "There's no class today. Did you forget?"

"No, sir. I'm on the school team now. I'm here for training."

"What's your name?" the old man asked knowingly.

"Chen Fang, Class 12, Grade ."

The old man put down his broom and went into the security room. The school usually issues a list of privileges to the security department to facilitate these students to enter and leave the school smoothly.

After checking that everything was correct, the old man asked Chen Fang to go through the security room. When they entered the campus, the old man called Chen Fang.

"Fight well, Dongsheng was a champion before!" After saying that, the old man ignored him and went back to the gate to pick up the broom.

Chen Fang walked towards the stadium with suspicion. Yesterday, Yue Gang gave him the key to the stadium gate. There were three keys, which had always been held by Yue Gang, Yang Shan and Wen Hui.

I don't know if it was an extra one or someone gave it away.

The campus was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds startled by Chen Fang.

Opening the door, taking the ball, Chen Fang began his training.

His strengths are obvious, and his weaknesses are also prominent, but their advantages are so great that they are overshadowed.

The physical strength, the length, the stamina, and his mid-range shooting.

All of this will take a huge amount of time to make up for, and this time is measured in years.

But Chen Fang knew very well that his most urgent task was to score inside the line.

Toss!

This is the weapon he needs most.

Then there's the jump shot.

The problem is, of these two, one he doesn't know, and one he has lost.

Before training these two techniques, he has to do some training first.

Physical fitness!

The correct steps to training technique are physical fitness first, then technique.

Dribbling, shooting, footwork, etc. Only by truly simulating your physical energy consumption in actual combat can you integrate it with the skills you want to train.

There is a certain illusion in technical training when you are physically full, as your body muscles cannot remember these things. The correct training steps will prevent you from becoming a king on the training ground and a weakling in the competition.

A set of 17 folds without the ball, divided into three times, with a one-minute break each time, to simulate a real long timeout.

Next, there are five round trips across the court with the ball, divided into five times, with a half-minute break each time to simulate a short break.

After completing these two sets, you need to rest for ten minutes to simulate a half-time break.

Then start dribbling training, do ten times in each dribbling posture, using half-court distance as the standard.

When it was bright that day, Chen Fang was already sweating profusely. He was shirtless and gasping for breath.

This fasting training has burned my body fat to the extreme. If I don’t eat at this time, something bad will happen.

After drying his body slightly and putting on his coat, Chen Fang rode his bicycle outside the stadium and headed towards the cafeteria.

Dongsheng High School is a semi-boarding school, and some students stay in school on weekends, so the cafeteria is also open.

There are fewer people now and there is no need to queue. After eating, Chen Fang goes to the classroom. He will spend the whole day in the classroom reviewing his lessons. He has filled the day very full and time is tight, so he doesn't have much to waste.

As the angle of sunlight entering the classroom changed to horizontal, Chen Fang looked at his watch. It was three fifty. It was time to go to the court.

When he arrived at the stadium, he could hear the sound of the ball bouncing through the high stands. When he went inside, he found that the entire team was there except him.

When Yue Gang saw him, he waved his arm to ask him to come over.

When I got closer, I found that there was a blackboard on the side of the field. The top line had each person's name written on it, and below was a list of his training items.

"Erase it after completing one line, so that everyone knows their progress." Yue Gang explained.

Chen Fang picked up the chalk, added his name at the back, and then wrote down the subjects he was going to train for.

The training begins.

"When we are running, if we want to turn around, we will subconsciously lift our feet, but this is wrong. Where are the feet?" Chen Fang pointed to his hips, "They are here."

"So, we need to change the direction of our movement, which means turning our hips. The hips connect our waist, abdomen and thighs, and this is the center."

"How do you rotate your hips? It's simple. Just twist your butt."

"Everyone, shake your butt." At Chen Fang's signal, everyone shook their butts playfully, and the atmosphere on the court suddenly became joyful.

Chen Fang did not stop him. For a while, he had thought about changing his career because he could not play baseball forever. To this end, he took the E-level coaching qualification exam. Before the accident, his D-level coaching certificate was already on its way to the mail.

Chen Fang would not be qualified to take a higher test, as the limit for ordinary people is level D.

Starting from level C, a lot of things are required, including current position, past teaching experience, and letters of recommendation from more senior coaches, all of which involve huge resources and connections.

The current domestic examination system is quite outrageous. Ordinary people can get an E license by paying money, but no matter how much money they spend, it will be in vain if they don’t have connections. This restricts the advancement of ordinary people.

What's more, even if you have a certificate, you are not qualified to be a coach. This position is at least a title and you can make money from it.

It is difficult to obtain these high-level coaching certificates within the system because the circle pays attention to who the master is, and all factions are pretending to be particular, and the trend of family aristocracy is very serious.

It was not until Chen Fang was in his thirties that he began to vaguely feel that the roots of domestic basketball were not suitable for popularization from the beginning.

Therefore, Chen Fang is very confident about how to host training.

"Have you noticed which part of your butt moves first when you twist it?"

"Yes, it's the waist and abdomen."

"The waist and abdomen are everything. Remember my words. The waist and abdomen are the source of our athletic ability."

"What is the waist and abdomen? Core strength."

"Therefore, everyone should have targeted training for core strength, which will also be a training subject in the next step."

"Okay, now that you've finished talking about driving your body to change direction, I'll tell you the details of landing and how your feet should step on the ground to reduce the pressure on your ankles and knees. This is critical." As he spoke, Chen Fang gave a demonstration. He placed his feet normally first, then slowly turned his ankles, letting the soles of his feet pull his feet inward and twist them until an L shape was formed.

"First of all, this is wrong. If you keep changing direction in this way, your feet will only last for ten years at most."

"The correct way is to change direction, turn your hips, and when your back foot becomes your front foot, the forefoot of this foot should touch the ground, and the other foot should do the same. Don't step with the whole sole of your foot."

"Everyone, practice, and then try it on your own. Speed up, we are short of time." Chen Fang clapped his hands to urge everyone to take action, and then he inspected them one by one and corrected their mistakes.

What followed was the torturous shuttle run. At the beginning, everyone was full of energy, but after the first round, everyone was like dead dogs, some paralyzed, some lying down, some kneeling, some lying in all kinds of postures.

Who cares whether the ground is dirty or not?

"Take a one-minute break and the second round will begin immediately." Chen Fang said while checking the stopwatch: "Xia Fei has the best result, but he didn't pass, 1 minute and 1 seconds, not even an amateur. The worst is Liu Feng, 10 minutes and 2 seconds." It seems that he needs to find someone to help with the counting. He can't handle these chores alone.

"Captain Yue, come and help me test it." In order to convince these guys, Chen Fang wanted to show off.

"Start!" Following Yue Gang's shout, Chen Fang rushed out. His steps were not big, but his frequency was fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the opposite sideline, then turned his hips swiftly and immediately sped up to run back.

As some people started counting the circles, everyone's faces changed.

Because Chen Fang's speed hardly dropped, he still maintained a relatively high speed in his return.

"17!"

Yue Gang picked up the stopwatch and looked at the time without saying anything. Others came over.

"Fuck, 56 seconds!"

"monster!"

It immediately caused a sensation. Chen Fang stood there panting. After taking a breath, he asked, "What did you find after reading it?"

"Captain Chen is found to be cheating!" Hu Fei shouted.

Chen Fang waved his hands in annoyance: "No, my speed has always been kept at an average level."

"And you, because your speed slows down at the turning point, and then you have to speed up, slow down, and speed up again during the running process, your anaerobic exercise becomes very burdensome. Not only do you run slower and slower, but your breathing also starts to lose its rhythm."

After swallowing his saliva, Chen Fang said, "Improve your turnaround technique and keep yourself at a certain speed. Don't force yourself to run at a high speed. Instead, you should run at a relatively slow and even speed."

"We have five groups to start with, it's still early."

Under the sun, the boy gritted his teeth and continued running. The training time was not long, but it only took a dozen minutes to destroy everyone's will.

By the fourth round, no one could shout anymore. Even Yue Gang lay on the plastic floor with a pale face, waving his hands weakly in refusal.

Chen Fang did not insist. He had never expected to complete it in the first place. This was just a trick to ask for an exorbitant price.

Two boxes of water were finished in no time.

"I'll call the canteen and ask them to send it over." Yue Gang got up shakily and moved towards the stands where the backpacks were piled.

"If possible, it's best to switch to energy drinks. Hydration is no longer the most important thing." Chen Fang did not forget to give instructions.

"There's not enough funding." Yue Gang smiled indifferently. Chen Fang didn't want to insist. It would be better to wait until there were some results before proposing this software package to the school.

After about five minutes of rest, Chen Fang blew the whistle.

"Let's forget about the remaining two rounds today and start practicing dribbling and shooting now."

"Everyone, get up, quickly. We need the effect of this state. When you play in the game, you will be in this physical condition now. Hurry up! Do you want the championship or revenge? Get up!" Following Chen Fang's ruthless urging, Yue Gang, the captain, climbed up, picked up the ball and started to hit it hard.

The power of youth is endless. When you grit your teeth and persevere, you will find that you still have strength.

"Revenge, revenge!" Xue Chong bared his teeth and roared to cheer himself up.

"Champion, champion!" That was Yue Gang shouting.

Everyone is shouting their own goals and trying their best to squeeze out their remaining strength.

Chen Fang threw away his whistle and joined in.

You chose this road yourself, so you should walk it to the end. A man should act like a man.

(End of this chapter)