Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 531: Sweating like rain Chapter 531: Sweating like rain Off-season training officially began.

Despite Watt stressing again and again that the first day, and even the first week, was just a warm-up, a gradual process allowing everyone to adjust, to shift from vacation mode to training mode,

It was clear that the beast’s perception differed significantly from that of the average person.

Or should one say, Watt had some critical misunderstandings to clarify about the term “warm-up”?

Starting with aerobic exercise then moving on to strength training, followed by explosive power training, core strength training, flexibility training, and finally looping back to aerobic exercise.

Based solely on “quantity,” it might not seem excessive; the regimen even included variety with all sorts of exercises designed to protect muscles and joints, improve bodily balance, and reduce the risk of injury, making the monotonous training diversified.

However, when one looked at the types, categories, rhythm, frequency, and other aspects of quality, it was undoubtedly hellish.

Even the moments for breathing and drinking water were scheduled clearly, leaving no time for complaints or banter, for there was simply no time to think.

One was thrown into the tempest, dazed.

In the end, the only thing left on the training ground was a chorus of gasps for breath.

Now, Li Wei finally understood why everyone in the League loved Watt so much.

In a Professional League where one’s talent was stronger than the next, and egos and pride were rampant, someone like Watt, with exceptional talent yet diligent, humble, and low-key—the Good Old Man—was indeed a rare breed.

Even if you didn’t like Watt, you couldn’t hate him; admiration was the only sentiment.

Compared with Watt, Li Wei, the “training fanatic,” still seemed a bit green.

Indeed, there is always someone better out there, always a higher sky above.

Coach Burns was right—he still needed to continue learning and growing.

Panting, panting.

The first round of training ended, and Li Wei was also gasping for air, drenched in sweat, with his lungs burning.

Seeing this, Vilani felt a bit of a pleasant surprise because today Li Wei was indeed in average condition, having not adjusted well either mentally or physically, and had persevered only by clenching his teeth and relying on sheer willpower.

Honestly, those who could enter the NFL were all geniuses.

Maybe that unremarkable guy now serving drinks by the water cooler had once dominated in high school, that guy obediently picking up balls for practice squads had once been unrivaled in college, but became just another face in the crowd the moment they entered the Professional League.

Not just Football.

All competitive sports are the same—to reach the pinnacle amid fierce competition and demanding challenges, one needs a certain ruthlessness and decisiveness—

Ferocity towards your opponents, and even more towards oneself.

In his rookie season, Li Wei burst onto the scene like a bolt from the blue, with no one knowing his depth, so the entire season went smoothly with the wind at his back.

But the next season wouldn’t be so simple.

A new season was a fresh start.

So when Nash made the connection and introduced Li Wei to Vilani, Vilani was somewhat reluctant.

He thought Li Wei would be brimming with arrogance and unwilling to endure stringent training.

If it weren’t for the fact that Vilani’s own personal training company had just started and truly needed more clients to build its reputation, he would not have wanted to take the job.

Thinking about such a client was exhausting.

Now, however, Vilani realized he had become the butt of his own prejudgment.

It seemed that Li Wei had gained awareness and demonstrated a different spirit on the first day of off-season training, showing none of the arrogance or laziness Vilani had worried about.

He regarded Li Wei with newfound respect.

It sparked something in Vilani, the urge to commit and train seriously; maybe it was time to enter hell mode and create a top player?

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Li Wei retched, but since he had eaten almost nothing from last night to today, it was just a surge of stomach acid rising to his throat, which he swallowed back down.

“Haha, can you… can you make it?

If not… there’s no need to force yourself.”

Alongside, Hopkins’ voice came with a touch of schadenfreude, but he himself wasn’t doing much better; gasping for air, he could barely string a sentence together without breaking it into several parts.

Li Wei glanced at Hopkins, whose cheeks were unnaturally flushed and who was breathing rapidly—

In the first round of training, Hopkins had given it his all, finishing first before everyone else, not only defeating Li Wei but also slightly faster than Watt.

However, it was clear Hopkins was significantly drained; his knees were trembling, and it was only seven o’clock.

With a whole day of training ahead, one wondered how long he could hold on.

Li Wei decided to add more fuel to the fire, “Wow, impressive.

The reputation is indeed well-earned!”

A big thumbs-up, no, that wasn’t enough—two thumbs up in admiration.

Hopkins’ chin rose even higher.

Since Li Wei seemed to offer flattery, he gladly accepted all the praise, considering it all to be the truth.

Watt came over, looking at Hopkins whose knees were shaking yet he still forced himself to stand upright, trying to appear nonchalant.

Regardless of how today’s training would go, the training tomorrow and the day after was sure to be torturous—

Training is not a hundred-meter sprint, but a marathon, requiring stamina and strategy.

It’s truly unwise to go all out right from the start.

Nevertheless, Watt did not remind Hopkins of this.

Hopkins was quite full of himself and always thought he was exceptionally clever.

Taking a tumble in front of Li Wei might not be such a bad thing.

“It seems someone is holding up pretty well,” Watt joked half-heartedly.

Li Wei looked at Watt, “How can a man easily admit defeat?”

A joke that made Watt laugh heartily, patting Li Wei on the shoulder, “First round of training is over, and now comes the much-anticipated breakfast time.”

Checking the time, it was twenty minutes to seven.

Watt said that the first round of training would last two hours, but in reality, it was only an hour and forty minutes—excluding the extra warm-up of both Li Wei and Watt, and leaving twenty minutes before seven so that everyone could finish the training at their own pace.

Otherwise, according to Michael Jordan’s “Breakfast Club” rules, anyone who didn’t complete the training on time couldn’t have breakfast at seven but had to come and eat alone after the training was over.

This was the origin of the “Breakfast Club”—

A club formed by the players who managed to arrive on time for breakfast at seven.

From this perspective, the first day’s training wasn’t all-out indeed.

However.

Li Wei slumped in the chair, aching all over, not wanting to move even a single finger.

Looking at the sumptuous breakfast prepared by a personal nutritionist and professional private chef, he actually had no appetite at all—

This was a sign of utter exhaustion.

Beside him.

Clang, clang clang.

Jason Kelce’s fork was uncontrollably hitting the white porcelain plate.

He tried to steady one hand with the other, but not only did he fail to control it, the shaking became even worse.

Both hands trembling together.

Jason revealed a resigned smile, reflecting a sense of helplessness.

Across him, Travis Kelce was laughing uproariously, doubled over with laughter; although he wasn’t in much better shape himself, finding Jason’s embarrassed look truly hilarious.

Jason didn’t mind, his left hand’s fork continued to clang against the plate, and he, too, couldn’t hold back his snickers, laughing until he had to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Then he murmured an explanation.

“It’s laughter, these are tears of laughter.”

The group erupted into laughter.