socalfunplaces Chapter 178
Chapter 178
My arms were shaking violently, like two tree branches bent by the wind.
Coach Li came over and helped him up.
"Ninety kilograms, couldn't be pushed. The maximum weight so far is eighty kilograms."
Lin Feng sat up from the bench press, his arms still trembling.
Coach Li wrote in his notebook: "Lin Feng, weight 70kg, bench press 80kg, squat not measured."
Gao Yuan whispered from the side, "Eighty kilograms, not bad. You've only been training for a few months, and your strength has reached this level, which is not bad."
Lin Feng nodded. He knew his weaknesses—his core strength and upper body strength were insufficient. This was the result of a three-month crash course, and he couldn't compare to those who had trained for several years.
During the squat test, he squatted down to 110 kilograms. This result was much better than his bench press, probably because the original owner had trained in track and field and had a good foundation in his lower limbs.
Coach Li looked at the numbers in the notebook and remained silent for a few seconds.
"Strength is your weakness. You need to work on it more when you get back. Your bench press goal is 1.5 times your body weight, and your squat goal is twice your body weight. You're far from that level right now."
Lin Feng wiped his sweat. "Understood."
Noon, canteen.
In addition to his usual meals, Lin Feng's plate now had two extra eggs. He peeled them, ate them one after another, and swallowed them whole, choking so hard his eyes rolled back. Gao Yuan handed him a bowl of soup, which he gulped down, finally managing to swallow the eggs that were stuck in his throat.
"You eat eggs like you're eating poison," Gao Yuan said.
"I choked." Lin Feng took another sip of soup.
Chen Hao sat opposite him, and today his plate had an extra dish of braised fish. He carefully picked out the fish bones with his chopsticks, placing them one by one on the side of the plate before finally putting the fish meat into his mouth.
"Chen Hao," Gao Yuan suddenly said, "what time did you go to the training hall this morning?"
Chen Hao looked up. "5:30."
"5:30?" Gao Yuan's chopsticks froze in mid-air. "Does the training hall open at that time?"
"No. I climbed in through the window."
Gao Yuan's chopsticks fell onto the table with a crisp sound.
Lin Feng was also taken aback and looked at Chen Hao.
Chen Hao's face was expressionless, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.
"There's a window at the back of the training hall, the lock is broken, it opens with a push," he said. "I went in and shot for forty minutes, and closed the window when I came out."
Gao Yuan picked up the chopsticks and wiped them on his clothes. "Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
"As long as we don't get caught."
Looking at Chen Hao, Lin Feng suddenly realized that this person was much more complex than he had thought. A man who was usually quiet, wore glasses, studied English, and wanted to go abroad would climb through a window into the training hall to get extra practice.
He genuinely wants to play well.
"Wake me up tomorrow morning," Lin Feng said.
Chen Hao glanced at him. "Five o'clock?"
Five o'clock.
Chen Hao nodded.
Gao Yuan glanced at Lin Feng, then at Chen Hao, and sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll go too. Five o'clock it is. I can't sleep anyway."
In the afternoon, the competition began.
Today's scrimmage was different from yesterday's. Coach Li reorganized the teams, moving Lin Feng to the Red Team to play with Zhang Lei. The White Team consisted of Sun Hao and Liu Yang.
"Let's change the lineup today and see how it goes," Coach Li said.
Lin Feng stood on the field, wearing a red vest. Zhang Lei walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"You're playing point guard today, and I'll play shooting guard. Pass me the ball once you've dribbled it past half-court." Zhang Lei's tone was direct; it wasn't a suggestion, but an instruction.
Lin Feng nodded.
Game start.