Eight Hundred and Twenty-Four: It Was Instructed by Link

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In the empty basketball court, only the sound of the basketball colliding with the wooden floor could be heard.

Link advanced with the ball under the defense of one trainer, and after approaching the three-point line, he got rid of the defender under the cover of another trainer.

After that, Chris Brickley personally held up a big sign to block Link in front of Link, and Link needed to take the ball to bypass the screen and take an interference three-point shot.

Link threw the ball calmly, and in order to avoid Brickley who was holding a big sign, he also deliberately adjusted the shooting arc to speed up the shot.

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

"It's over, the hit rate is good, Link." Brickley put down the big sign in his hand, put his hands on his knees, and wiped his sweat out of breath.

Now, it's 11 o'clock in the evening. As early as an hour and a half ago, Jimmy Butler had also left the training ground. In the entire training ground, only Link and the trainer who assisted him were left.

He also has to finish his practice to shoot 3-pointers off the dribble.

No matter how late it is, Link will leave after completing the set task. It's been like this every day since he came back from Memphis, without exception.

In the beginning, Link's direct three-point shooting percentage from the dribble was indeed much lower than that of spot-up shots. After all, Link's three-point shot is at a level of 90+ out of 100 in training.

While shooting after the dribble, Link could only hit about 50 at first!

But now, Link has hit about 70 three-pointers per 100 dribbles. The most accurate time, 100 shots into 84 times!

In Brickley's view, the progress is incredible. It was quite remarkable that Link could make a qualitative leap in such a short period of time.

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

The same is true today.

"Only 71 this time, damn it!"

"Only?" The exhausted Brickley straightened up again,

"I promise, no one in the league can do this better than you."

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

"Who?"

"Stephen Curry." Link replied bluntly, he has always made Curry a target!

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

"So what? On the court, people don't forgive me for not being a dedicated 3-point shooter."

"Damn, you paranoid. Well, that's it for today, let's continue tomorrow. The pre-season training camp of the new season is about half a month away. Before that, I suggest you take a break." As Brickley said, he also dismissed the other trainers.

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

In the blink of an eye, the holiday will be over again. Many people have left training camp long ago, taking advantage of the last minute to enjoy their vacation.

But Link has always been here, doing almost nothing other than participating in business activities.

"I know, I'll take a two-week break from training until September. You've worked hard this summer, Brickley." Link smiled, and originally said that he would spend time with Rachel this summer. As a result, Link was mostly busy with work except for the period of time he just had a vacation.

"You're already a player who has won a Grand Slam of personal honor, Link. Isn't that enough for you?" Brickley was actually curious. When Link was still a nobody, in order to survive And hard work is normal.

But Link is now one of the best basketball players in the world, and he's just as desperate as ever. Brickley thought that if he was as rich as Link, he would never have been able to stay in the training hall.

"Satisfied? Does anyone think there are too many championships? Besides..." Link looked at his hands and remembered the promise he made when he bumped fists with Randolph half a month ago, "Besides, My mission is not over yet."

"What a madman, okay, go back. In the new season, you can't win 80."

"Hahahaha, I think so, but do you think it's easy? The difficulty of winning 80 is about the same as winning $5 million in the lottery." Link smiled and walked to the sidelines, picked up his phone and prepared to go back to the locker room.

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

After reading the text message, Link frowned tightly.

The new season is about to start, but the troubles are not over yet.

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Nikola Jokic hasn't been in great shape since being "returned" by the Grizzlies.

Of course, his training effectiveness was minimal. Despite being supervised by trainers and nutritionists sent by the Grizzlies, Jokic still occasionally sneaks in fried foods and fizzy drinks. And for weight loss training, I don't have much motivation.

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

So, the trainers took Jokic to Spain and to Barcelona.

"Will they really sign me? I'm so excited!" Jokic looked at the beautiful view of Barcelona through the car window, and the 19-year-old was shaking all over.

"Don't worry, the Grizzlies have reached an agreement with Barcelona. As long as you pass the physical examination, you can play in Barcelona! The Grizzlies believe that letting you play more top European competitions will also help you land in the NBA." The trainer smiled. He smiled, with a "everything ready" expression.

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

"How is that possible? If we give up on you, why do we follow you all day?"

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

As soon as they got out of the car, they were greeted by a staff member. Jokic walked into the Barcelona training hall in disbelief, and the classic old photos on the training hall were dizzying for Jokic.

Barcelona Basketball Club is as old and full of glory as football clubs. Since its establishment in 1926, Barcelona Basketball Club has won 18 Spanish league championships, 23 Spanish Kings Cup championships, 4 Spanish Super Cup championships, and the most important 2 European League championships!

They are in the Euroleague what the Lakers and Celtics are in the NBA.

Every European basketball player is proud to play for Barcelona. As an exotic 19-year-old, Jokic now has the opportunity to play for the Barcelona first team, and he is certainly excited.

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

Jokic thought that the physical examination only included routine examination items such as health examination and height and weight, but he never imagined that the physical examination would also be included in the physical examination!

Jokic was exhausted after a few rounds of retracement runs and high touches.

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

"What did they say?" Jokic asked nervously.

"They say...you have too much body fat, too little strength, too slow, too little bounce. You have a great basketball IQ, but your foundation is too poor. But if you're 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, unable to continue.

"What else did they say?"

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

"Tell me, what else did they say?" Jokic stopped the trainer, and he wanted to ask what happened.

The trainer shook his head, "They also said that your current physical test data is not even at the top level in Europe, so there is a high probability that you will not be able to play in the NBA. After you go back, don't think too much, train hard, and concentrate on the future. Playing for FC Barcelona."

Jokic's hand tugging at the trainer's clothes fell, and the fat 19-year-old boy stayed where he was, his head buried.

"Damn, who came up with the idea for Jokic to come to Barcelona for a trial training? Isn't this self-inflicted? The kid's current level is definitely not enough! The Grizzlies want Jokic to play in the top European leagues, and it has to be considered. 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, he suggested that Chris Wallace contact Barcelona. Who knows why he did this? Maybe Link has too high expectations for Jokic. Hey, I really want to go back to the United States, it's been a month for me Didn't go home. This second-round pick, I think it won't be long before the team will give up."

Everyone was whispering, and they couldn't figure out why the Grizzlies let Jokic humiliate himself.

But no one noticed that the 19-year-old fat boy had silently clenched his fists.