Kingsley POV
Helping Grant become a great ball player will be way more difficult than I thought.
My little brother has noddle arms. Noodles, like I don't even have to boil the water in a pot to
make the limp muscles flop like wiggling jello.
Luckily, I've been a regular at a gym since before I was his age and if anyone can help him bulk
in a short amount of time, it's me.
After jotting down the numbers and piling a reasonable amount of cardio into Isaiah's
personalized workout routine, I hand the sheet to the decently built Indian boy who's been
working his ass off in practice.
"Keep up the good work," I compliment.
Only half of the team has their specific exercise regimen for tomorrow, so I'll be grading papers
as well as finishing this in my classes today. How exciting.
