"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

In the empty basketball court, you can only hear the sound of basketballs colliding with wooden floors.

Link took the ball under the defense of one trainer and approached the three-point line, and got rid of the defender under the cover of another trainer.

Afterwards, Chris Brickley personally raised a big sign to block Link, and Link needed to use a three-pointer to interfere with the ball and then use the cover.

Link calmly shot the ball out. In order to avoid Brickley holding a big sign, he deliberately raised the shooting curve and accelerated the shooting speed.

In the end, the basketball turned two or three times on the inside of the basket and still fell into the net obediently.

"End, the hit rate is good, Link." Brickley put down the big sign in his hand, supported his knees with both hands, and wiped his sweat panting.

Now, it is already 11 o'clock in the evening. As early as an hour and a half ago, Jimmy Butler had also left the training ground. Only Link and the trainers who assisted him were left on the entire training ground.

He also had to complete his three-point shooting training after dribbling.

No matter how late he is, Link will leave before completing the established mission. Since he returned from Memphis, he has been like this day after day, without exception.

At the beginning, Link's direct three-point shooting rate after dribbling was indeed much lower than fixed-point shooting. After all, Link's three-point shooting was a level of 90+ of 100 in training.

When it comes to shooting after dribbling, Link could only hit about 50 at the beginning!

But now, Link has made about 70 three-point shots per 100 dribbling. At the most accurate time, he made 84 shots in 100 shots!

In Brickley's opinion, this progress is incredible. Link is already quite remarkable to achieve a qualitative leap in such a short time.

But after each training, Link would show an unwilling expression, as if he was very dissatisfied with his training results.

The same is true today.

"I only entered 71 this time, damn it!"

"Only?" Brickley straightened up again, "I promise, no one in the league can do better than you in this regard."

"No, of course someone can do better than me."

"who?"

"Stephen Curry." Link replied bluntly, he has always targeted Curry!

"That's different, Curry is a three-pointer, and you're not."

"So what? On the field, people won't forgive me for not being a special three-point shooter."

"Damn, you paranoid. Okay, let's stop here today, and continue tomorrow. The pre-season training camp for the new season is about to begin in half a month. Before that, I suggest you take a break." Brickley said, and also let other trainers get off work.

It is now the end of August, and there is not much time left before the training camp and preseason start in mid-September.

In the blink of an eye, the holiday will end again. Many people have already left the training camp and enjoyed the holiday at the last moment.

But Link has been here all the time, and has done almost nothing except participating in commercial activities.

"I know that I will take two weeks off until September. Thank you for your hard work this summer, Brickley." Link smiled, and originally said that he would accompany Rachel this summer. As a result, except for the time when he was just on vacation, Link was basically busy with work.

"You are already a player who has won a Grand Slam in Personal Honors, Link. Are those not enough for you?" Brickley was actually very curious. When Link was an unknown person in the past, it was normal to work hard to survive.

But Link is now one of the best basketball players in the world, but he is as desperate as before. Brickley thought that if he was as rich as Link, he would never be able to stay in the training hall.

"Satisfied? Will anyone think there are too many championships? Besides..." Link looked at his hands and remembered his promise when he fisted Randolph half a month ago, "Besides, my mission has not been completed yet."

"What a lunatic, okay, go back. Don't win 80 in the new season."

"Hahahahaha, I think it's simple, but do you think it's very easy? The difficulty of winning 80 is similar to winning 5 million US dollars in lottery." Link walked to the sidelines with a smile, picked up his phone and prepared to go back to the locker room.

As soon as I picked up my phone, I found that the breathing light was flashing. So Link turned on the screen and found a bunch of unread text messages.

After reading the text message, Link frowned.

The new season is about to begin, but the trouble is not over yet.

※※※

Nikola Jokic has been in a bad state since he was "returned" by the Grizzlies.

Of course, his training performance is minimal. Although there are trainers and nutritionists sent by the Grizzlies, Jokic still occasionally secretly eats fried food and carbonated beverages. He is not very motivated to lose weight training.

Just when the training was almost impossible to continue, the Grizzlies finally sent the next instructions.

So the trainers took Jokic to Spain and Barcelona.

"Will they really sign me? I'm so excited!" Jokic looked at the beautiful scenery of Barcelona through the car window. The 19-year-old man was trembling all over.

"Don't worry, the Grizzlies have reached an agreement with Barcelona. As long as the physical examination is successfully passed, you can play in Barcelona! The Grizzlies believe that letting you play more European top events will also help you log in to the NBA." The trainer smiled, with an expression of "everything is ready".

"I thought... the Grizzlies have given up on me."

"How is it possible? If you give up on you, why are we following you all day?"

While talking, Jokic and his group arrived at the training hall of Barcelona Basketball Club.

As soon as he got off the car, a staff member received them. Jokic walked into the training hall in Barcelona in disbelief. The classic old photos on the training hall made Jokic dazzled.

Barcelona Basketball Club is as long as the football club and is full of glory. Since its establishment in 1926, Barcelona Basketball Club has won 18 Spanish League championships, 23 Spanish Cup del Rey championships, 4 Spanish Super Cup championships, and the most important two European League championships!

Their status in the European basketball league is like the Lakers and Celtics to the NBA.

Every European basketball player is proud to play in Barcelona. As a 19-year-old foreign guy, Jokic now has the opportunity to play for Barcelona's first team, and he is of course very excited.

In the morning, Barcelona staff took Jokic to visit some clubs and training halls. In the afternoon, the physical examination officially began.

Jokic originally thought that the physical examination only included routine test items such as health examinations and height and weight, but he never expected that the physical examination items also included physical tests!

After several rounds of running back and touching the upper part, Jokic was exhausted.

When the Grizzlies trainer came out of the Barcelona coach's office, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

"What do they say?" Jokic asked nervously.

"They said... you have too much body fat, too poor strength, too slow speed, too short bounce. Although the basketball has excellent IQ, the foundation is too poor. But if you are willing to go back to the Serbian League for another year, they will reconsider... They also said... Forget it, it doesn't matter, let's go back." The trainer said, and he couldn't even continue.

"What else do they say?"

"Forget it, you won't like to listen, let's go."

"Tell me, what else do they say?" Jokic grabbed the trainer, and he wanted to ask what was going on.

The trainer shook his head, "They also said that your current physical test data cannot even reach the top level in Europe, so it is highly likely that it is impossible to play NBA. Let you not think so much after you go back, train well, and concentrate on playing for Barcelona in the future."

Jokic's hand pulling the trainer's clothes drooped, and the fat 19-year-old boy stayed in place, burying his head.

"Damn, who came up with the idea to let Jokic come to Barcelona for a trial? Isn't this a humiliation? That kid's current level is definitely not enough! The Grizzlies want Jokic to play in the top European league, so they have to consider his strength." Looking at Jokic's dejected appearance, several trainers whispered.

"I heard that it seems that Link asked the management to do this."

"who!?"

"Link, it was him who suggested that Chris Wallace contact Barcelona. Who knows why he did this? Maybe Link had too high expectations for Jokic. Alas, I really want to go back to the United States. I haven't been home for a month. I think this second round pick will give up in the future."

Everyone was whispering, and they couldn't figure out why the Grizzlies allowed Jokic to insult him.
Chapter completed!