Sports Medicine Master System

"Not exactly."

Chen Yu waved to Hunter in the distance, then said, "Didn't I talk to you about this before? For the Chinese Men's Basketball Team, my idea was one star and four shooters. But then I considered that sooner or later, they'll have to face a situation where Yao Ming gets old or retires."

"So when that time comes, what kind of tactical system will they use?"

Brian nodded. Chen Yu had discussed these things with him before. He gave him a look that said, "go on."

Chen Yu said, "For the past two months, I've been following the Pioneer's games. Let's not talk about their record for now. I've been paying attention to another statistic: the Pioneer's market is getting better and better, and their attendance is gradually increasing."

Some key games were even sold out, to the point where it was hard to get a single ticket.

Considering the Pioneer's "Jail Blazers" era a couple of years ago, this was simply unimaginable.

"I had the media department conduct some in-person interviews and surveys. Sixty-two percent of the audience thinks the games have become more entertaining because the pace is fast, which makes for a better viewing experience."

Brian blinked and interrupted Chen Yu, "Chen, what are you getting at?"

Paul Allen is so rich, he's never cared about attendance rates.

Chen Yu said, "What I'm trying to say is that offense, especially fast-paced offense, makes the games more entertaining. And since we're a purely commercial league, you should be able to predict which direction the league will develop in the future."

The whole point of the NBA is to make money. All rule changes are made to serve that goal.

This year's elimination of the hand-check rule has made it easier to drive from the perimeter and get shots off—in other words, it's strengthening perimeter offense.

As far as Chen Yu knew, statistics from the league's internal data department showed that television ratings had risen.

Seeing that it was effective, Stern would definitely continue to make adjustments in that direction.

Chen Yu continued, "We used to always say 'defense wins championships,' but just as Tang said in the eighties and nineties, the future might really become about offensive basketball, with a focus on offense."

Back in the eighties and nineties, Old Nelson boldly proposed that the future of basketball might be dominated by offense.

To put it bluntly, D'Antoni's system was basically inspired by him.

Brian grimaced. He still didn't get it.

Chen Yu continued, "I remember Riley also once said that in the future of basketball, you don't need to differentiate positions at all. All you need are five Magicians. I don't completely agree with his view, but I think it's worth considering."

"So I plan to reduce the height of our big men to make them more agile. That way, their range of movement can be larger, and they can even shoot from the perimeter."

"And for the perimeter players, we need to increase their height to give them more of an advantage when shooting."

"That's why I prioritized selecting a group of players who are around two meters tall. Even if my vision doesn't pan out, it won't affect their ability to partner with Yao Ming."

Brian mostly understood now. He thought for a moment and said, "Chen, defense is everything."

Chen Yu smiled and didn't argue the point.

'Who's to say that reducing the height of our big men means we lose our defense?'

After all, with zone defense now allowed, defense is no longer one person's job, but everyone's responsibility.

Just then, the group of people walked up to them.

Chen Yu glanced at Song Jun. 'What's wrong with this guy? It looks like he can barely stand.'

Most of the others had never met Chen Yu and were now sizing him up with curiosity.

They knew it was because of Chen Yu that they were even here.

"Let's go. Get some rest first."

Chen Yu didn't say much more, just motioned for everyone to set off.

A team bus was arranged, which took everyone directly to the retirement home that had been renovated for the show they filmed earlier.

The dorms, equipment, and everything else were already in place, ready to be used.

The place was large, but a new batch of coaches and Trainers would be coming to the United States for training in the future. This was a business arrangement that had been agreed upon earlier. If they wanted to raise the overall level of China's two major ball sports, it wasn't enough to just help train a group of players; they also had to improve the level of their coaches and Trainers.

So Chen Yu had leased the retirement home long-term to use as a training base.

After arriving at the retirement home, Chen Yu had them settle in and adjust to the jet lag.

They were all energetic teenagers, and after just a few hours, they were full of life again.

At a little after four in the afternoon, the group set off by bus for the US Airways Center.

As it happened, there was a marquee matchup today: the Phoenix Suns hosting the Lakers.

"Does that mean we'll get to see Yao Ming in a little bit?" On the bus, a group of kids listened, their eyes shining.

This was especially true for Xu Yong. He was from Shanghai, and while he might not have been following in Yao Ming's footsteps, he worshipped Yao Ming from the bottom of his heart.

The only exception was Song Jun.

Having slept for three hours, he was now full of energy, but he had absolutely no interest in seeing some Yao Ming.

He had played basketball for a few years, but ever since he went to juvenile hall, he had long since stopped following basketball news. He even had limited knowledge of the NBA.

His purpose in coming to the United States this time was very clear: to make money.

The bus arrived at the US Airways Center and entered the underground parking garage through the player tunnel.

In the distance, the group spotted a tall figure.

"Holy shit, it's Mo Ke!"

"He made the National Team this year and played in the Olympics! He's the pride of our Ji Province!"

"I almost forgot, he was drafted by the Phoenix Suns this year."

Everyone was thrilled. As soon as the bus doors opened, a few of the kids rushed out impatiently.

In Phoenix, Mo Ke was a complete unknown. His playing time was limited, and the local fans and media didn't care about him. To suddenly see so many people from back home, all of them clamoring for his autograph, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Alright, alright, you guys are going to be living here for a while, so you'll have plenty of chances later. Come on, I'll give you a tour."

It was Chen Yu who had asked Mo Ke to give the kids a tour.

"This is the trophy room. See these three championship trophies? They're the real deal!"

In the display room, what Mo Ke coveted most were those three brilliant, gleaming O'Brien Champion Trophies.

That was also what countless NBA players dreamed of winning.

With a full 35 kids, Mo Ke was a bit overwhelmed on his own. After stopping one kid who asked if he could open the glass case to touch the trophy, Mo Ke broke out in a nervous sweat and quickly ushered everyone toward the locker room.

Song Jun lagged behind, staring at the three trophies. His only thought was about whether they were solid gold and how much they could be sold for.

Walking at the back with his hands in his pockets, Song Jun suddenly turned his head and looked at another person who had also fallen behind.

Han Zhilu.

The guy had his hands clasped behind his back like an old cadre, seriously studying the Phoenix Suns' team history through the display window.

"Hey, Han. We're leaving."

Song Jun barked.

Han Zhilu acted as if he hadn't heard, showing no reaction at all.

Song Jun immediately frowned but didn't act out.

When this group had gathered in the Capital, he had already put ninety-nine percent of them in their place. There was only one person left whom he hadn't successfully dealt with.

And that was Han Zhilu.

Song Jun still remembered the night they first met. He had dragged Han Zhilu to a secluded spot and beaten him violently. But the kid hadn't even begged for mercy. Leaning against the wall, his face bruised and swollen, he had simply looked back at him with a grin.

There was a cold glint in his eyes, conveying a warning, as if to say, 'That's about enough. If you take it any further, I'll fight you to the death.'

In that moment, Song Jun knew: this guy was ruthless!