Chapter 4: Automatic Repair.
Not only was Tyler Griffin dumbfounded, not knowing how he was broken through by Lin Qing, but he also felt like a crossover in disguise. Lin Qing disappeared directly from his field of vision, and the movement of his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, making it difficult to respond.
Even after waking up in the bedroom, the sleepy Blake Griffin looked at Lin Qing in disbelief.
"Lin, how can you control the ball so quickly?" Blake asked.
Lin Qing shrugged and chuckled, "I don't know myself, but I suddenly wanted to speed up, so I sped up..."
Coach Travis looked at Lin Qing excitedly.
"Lin, you control the ball and score at such a fast speed. As long as you are discovered by scouts, it's definitely not a dream to enter the NBA draft."
Lin Qing smiled, "Coach Ford, I will try my best to prove myself!"
"It's not enough to increase the speed of the ball. You have to follow Blake for more physical training. Although your physical fitness is very good, it looks a little thin."
"Got it."
Lin Qing's figure looks thin, but it has a certain explosive power and strength, especially the flexibility of the body. Compared with "Wind City Rose" Ross, why can Ross make a big disguise and pull the rod in the air? It is because of a good waist and strong flexibility.
Lin Qing, in this aspect, is not lacking at all.
"Come on, Lin, keep up with me and go to the gym to warm up first. You can't play in the NBA with a physique like yours. You have to build muscle strength, just like Thunder star Russell Westbrook," Blake Griffin shouted.
He's a straightforward guy, no chattering.
Lin Qing's shortcomings were directly pointed out.
He decided to undergo some intense training under Blake Griffin's guidance.
Playing in the NBA with this physical quality will definitely be challenging. Especially since Lin Qing's height is only 194cm, and wearing sneakers will increase by at most 1cm/2cm. Guards' shoes are thinner than those of centers.
"No problem, I'm going to increase my strength too," Lin Qing declared.
Lin Qing did feel that his body muscles were slightly weak, but his height was just right.
If it is higher, the center of gravity of the body will become higher, and it will be difficult to exert the free and infinite high-speed effect of the "Orange Card" Aomine Daiki.
After making up his mind, Lin Qing followed "Silly Fen" to begin his rigorous training.
After a week of intense training under Blake Griffin's guidance, Lin Qing felt a qualitative change in his body. The rigorous regimen, with a focus on strengthening both lower and upper body muscles, significantly improved his speed, strength, and dribbling abilities.
In the training room on the night of February 29th, Lin Qing collapsed to the floor, exhausted. Muscle soreness and fatigue overwhelmed him.
"Call!"
Despite the exhaustion, Lin Qing could feel that the training was pushing his limits. The voice in his head chimed in, "Ding, the host can train unlimitedly and challenge its own limits, and the system will speed up the repair of the body."
This new capability brought a sense of relief to Lin Qing. The ability to train without traditional physical limitations was a significant advantage. It allowed him to push himself further, knowing that his body would recover quickly.
As he caught his breath on the gym floor, Lin Qing reflected on the progress he had made. The combination of his natural talent, the "Orange Card" template, and the relentless training routine began to shape him into a formidable player. With March Madness approaching, he was determined to showcase his improved skills on the court and catch the attention of NBA scouts. The path to the draft seemed challenging, but Lin Qing was ready to prove himself.
Hearing the mechanical sound, Lin Qing scolded inwardly, "Stinky plug-in system, tossing one's body to death. Ordinary people would have long since died."
His physical fitness, muscle strength, and training level had surpassed that of "Silly Fen."
"Who allows the system to restore sore muscles without limit?"
"I'm so hungry; Laozi is going to cook first!"
"My God, Lin, I believe you can definitely play in the NBA. You are working too hard." Blake Griffin said with a shocked expression. He had just finished muscle training, and Lin Qing had already completed a challenging session.
The training package customized by Cowboys assistant John was named the "12 Devils"!
Lin Qing added a few more sets to challenge his own limits. Only by pushing his boundaries could he strengthen and develop his talents to the fullest.
"Blake, let's go; I'll treat you to a hamburger."
"I want to eat five."
"Be careful; you might die!"
"God, I'm starving, Lin.... To make a lot of money in the NBA, we must reach the semi-finals."
"Look at the success of Shafen; are the top four satisfied?"
Lin Qing grinned and said, "The Final Four? Our goal is to defeat North Carolina, defeat Southern California, defeat Davidson, and defeat Arizona University!"
"Lin, NCAA March Madness is not easy to play. If you don't play well, you will be eliminated..."
Lin Qing felt helpless. Blake Griffin was the No. 1 pick in ESPN's draft list, "White Warcraft," "Gei Lifen." Couldn't he be a bit more ambitious and not give up before the battle even started?
"Go and cook first!"
"What is dry rice?" Blake Griffin had a question mark on his face.
"If a big stomach like you eats, it's called dry rice. I'm sorry; I only deserve to eat!"
Griffin scratched his head. He decided not to understand and wouldn't listen.
On March 1, NCAA March Madness officially started.
March Madness, another meaning is the NCAA Men's Championship. There are a total of 68 teams participating, and a single-game elimination system is implemented. Strong teams often lose to upset weaker teams due to various factors.
Therefore, Travis also emphasized steady play.
A few days ago, Travis had put a stop to Lin Qing's "devil" training. After all, muscle overload training requires about 48 hours of recovery time to avoid muscle damage during the competition.
However, Lin Qing's muscle soreness and muscle load disappeared shortly after he took a shower, showing his bold and confident demeanor on the field. With no worries about "plug-in body" problems, he only needed to focus on scoring.
"Lin's guard skills are already top-notch, definitely at the NBA level, and Blake's physical fitness is also superb, possessing all the conditions to play in the NBA. In this year's NCAA Championship, our Oklahoma is undoubtedly a super strong dark horse," Travis exclaimed with delight.
Lin Qing, the cheetah boy, continued to surprise him with his dedication and hard work. The devilish training that lasted for a week, without a day of rest, showcased the determination of this Asian teenager.
"Skilled guards with ball-handling expertise, sharp acceleration and breakthrough methods, combined with the presence of the two Griffin brothers on the inside, give our Cowboys hope for success," Travis sighed, aspiring to bring home the NCAA championship.
"Who is our opponent tomorrow?"
John chuckled and replied, "Don't worry, our opponent tomorrow is the Davidson College Wildcats. They have only one outside shooter, Stephen Curry, and their inside strength is lacking. We will definitely advance to the next round!"
"Stephen Curry?"
Travis widened his eyes. "I've heard about him. He has excellent dribbling skills and accurate three-pointers. We can't be careless."
"But their inside line is weak, and Lin has good defensive awareness. Stephen is quite famous in the North Carolina area, and he'll participate in this year's draft. If Lin can suppress him and outperform him, he'll surely catch the eyes of scouts."
"His ball control during games is truly remarkable. I've never seen anyone handle the basketball so well. Just watch Lin's performance in the game!"
Shortly after, Lin Qing received a message from John, instructing him to ruthlessly suppress Stephen Curry in the upcoming game and dominate the court to attract the attention of scouts, especially considering Curry's already well-known status.
"It's really exciting to face Ku Ritian at the beginning!"
"Silly Fen" asked with confusion, "Who is Ku Ritian?"
"His name is Stephen Curry, and he's our opponent tomorrow."