: Eight hundred and twenty-four: Link instructed

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In the empty basketball court, only the sound of basketball colliding with the wooden floor can be heard.
Link moved with the ball under the defense of a trainer. 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, and Link needed to take the interference three-pointer after bypassing the screen with the ball.
Link took the ball calmly, and in order to avoid Brickley, who was holding the big sign, he deliberately increased the arc of the shot to speed up his shot.
In the end, the basketball made two or three laps inside the basket, and still fell into the net.
"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 panting.
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. On the entire training ground, only Link and the trainer who assisted him were left.
He has to complete his training for three-pointers after dribbling.
No matter how late, Link will complete the task before leaving. Since his return from Memphis, he has been doing this day after day, without exception.
In the beginning, Link's direct three-point shooting after dribbling was indeed much lower than fixed-point shooting. After all, Link's three-point shooting is 90+ in 100 in training.
And after the dribble shot, Link could only hit 50 or so at first!
But now, Link has made about 70 three-pointers for every 100 dribbles. At the most accurate time, 84 shots were made in 100 shots!
In Brickley's view, this kind of progress is incredible. Link's ability to complete a qualitative leap in such a short time is already quite remarkable.
But after each training session, Link would put on an expression of unwillingness, as if he was dissatisfied with his training results.
The same is true today.
"This time only 71 got in, it!"
"Only?" The exhausted 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 answered bluntly. He has been targeting Curry!
"That's different. Curry is a three-pointer, and you are not."
"So what? In the game, people will not forgive me because I am not a dedicated three-point shooter."
"Damn, you paranoid. Okay, that's it for today. Let's continue tomorrow. The pre-season training camp for the new season is about to start in half a month. Before that, I suggest you take a break." As Brickley said, he also let other trainers off duty.
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 left the training camp long ago, taking advantage of the last time to enjoy the vacation.
But Link was here all the time, and besides participating in commercial activities, he hardly did anything else.
"I know, training until September, I will rest for two weeks. This summer has worked hard for you, Brickley." Link smiled, and originally said that he would spend time with Rachel this summer. As a result, except for the first time on vacation, Link was basically busy with work.
"You are already a player who has won a personal honour Grand Slam, Link. Are those not enough for you?" Brickley is actually very curious. In the past, Link was still an unknown person in order to survive. And working hard is normal.
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? Does anyone think there are too many championships? Besides..." Link looked at his hands, remembering the promise he made when he fisted Randolph half a month ago, "Say it, My mission is not complete yet."
"What a lunatic, well, go back. In the new season, don't make an 80 win."
"Hahahahaha, I thought, but do you think it's easy? The difficulty of winning 80 is about the same as the $5 million in lottery tickets." Link walked to the sidelines with a smile and picked up his phone to go back to the locker room.
As soon as I picked up the phone, I found 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.
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Nikola Jokic has been in poor condition since he was "returned" by the Grizzlies.
Of course, his effectiveness in training is minimal. Although there are trainers and nutritionists sent by the Grizzlies to supervise, Jokic still occasionally eats fried foods and carbonated drinks secretly. And for weight loss training, I can't afford to motivate.
Just when training was almost impossible to proceed, 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 guy was shaking.
"Don't worry, the Grizzlies have reached an agreement with Barcelona. As long as you pass the medical examination, you can play in Barcelona! The Grizzlies believe that allowing you to play more of the top European tournaments will help you land in the NBA." The trainer laughed. He smiled, with an expression of "everything is ready".
"I thought... the Grizzlies had given up on me."
"How is it possible? If we give up on you, why shall 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 off the bus, they were received by a staff member. Jokic walked into the training hall in Barcelona in disbelief. The classic old photos on the training hall were dazzling.
The Barcelona Basketball Club has a long history and glory as the football club. Since its establishment in 1926, the Barcelona Basketball Club has won 18 Spanish League titles, 23 Spanish Copa del Rey titles, 4 Spanish Super Cup titles, and the most important 2 European League titles!
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 exotic boy, Jokic now has the opportunity to play for the Barcelona first team, of course he is too 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 tests such as health examination and height and weight, but he never expected that the physical examination items actually included physical examination!
After several rounds of running back and forth and stroking down, 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 did they say?" Jokic asked nervously.
"They said... you have too much body fat, too poor strength, too slow speed, and too short bounce. Although the basketball IQ is excellent, the foundation is too poor. But if you are willing to return to the Serbian league for another year, They will reconsider...They also said...Forget it, it's okay, let's go back." The trainer said as he said, he couldn't say it anymore.
"What else are they talking about?"
"Forget it, you don't like to listen, let's go."
"Tell me, what else are they talking about?" Jokic grabbed the trainer, and he wanted to ask.
The trainer shook his head, "They also said that your current physical test data is not up to the top European standards, so there is a high probability that it is impossible to play in the NBA. Let you go back and don’t think about it so much, train well, and concentrate in the future. Play for the Barcelona club."
Jokic's hands pulling on the trainer's clothes hang down~EbookFREE.me~ The 19-year-old fat boy stayed there, buried his head.
"Damn, who gave Jokic the idea to try out in Barcelona? Isn't that self-inflicted? That kid is definitely not good enough now! The Grizzlies want Jokic to play in the top European leagues, and they have to consider Consider his strength." Seeing Jokic's dejected appearance, several trainers began to whisper.
"I heard that it seems that Link made the management do this."
"Who!?"
"Link, he suggested that Chris Wallace contact Barcelona. Who knows why he did this? Maybe Link has too much expectations of Jokic. Hey, I really want to go back to the United States. I have been a month Not going home. This second round show, I think the team will give up soon."
Everyone was whispering, they couldn't figure out why the Grizzlies let Jokic take his own humiliation.
But no one noticed that the 19-year-old fat boy had silently clenched his fists.