I've been playing in the NBA for three years, and this system is only now showing up?

Chapter 6 is still a damn bastard!

At 8 p.m., with only one hour left before the 200x effort card ended, training was nearing its end. Not only had Kobe reached his limit, but Grover and his assistants were also close to their limits.

Grover thought of Jordan, that obsessive, athletic monster, had he ever trained this hard?

Has he been training almost non-stop for so long without any rest?

It really does.

After the Magic were eliminated by the Bulls in the second round of the 95 playoffs, Jordan approached Penny Hardaway the day after he arrogantly uttered the trash talk, "Michael is back, but the Air Jordan is gone forever."

Grover couldn't remember how long that practice session lasted, but he did remember that Jordan made him feel like he really wanted to die on the practice court.

"Again!" After pushing a truck tire that was half a person's height to the end of the court, Lin Ze looked at Kobe again.

"Come on!" Kobe, who had been leaning against the basketball hoop like a dead dog just a second ago, gritted his teeth and stood up again.

Seeing that this guy could actually stand up, Lin Ze couldn't help but praise him in his heart.

No matter how many flaws this guy has, his willpower is truly among the best in history.

On the second floor of the training facility, West looked at the two players on the court with a worried expression: "Are they really okay training like this?"

Beside him was Jackson, whom he had forcibly dragged from a bar. The 'Zen Master' said casually, "When have you ever seen Tim kill someone? He's just Satan, not a murderer."

"They've been practicing for an hour since I arrived! Not a single break! Not a single one!" West was still worried.

"It's not an hour." Jackson glanced at his watch. "It's been almost six hours."

"A few hours?" West's eyes widened. "Are you suffering from dementia?"

"Fuck you! Mind your manners!" Jackson yelled. "Why isn't it you who's too old to hear?"

"Are you really okay?"

"Not only are you alright," Jackson said. "You should be happy, Jerry!"

"Kobe has surpassed his limits. He's done things he could never have done before, and he'll be even stronger this year!"

"And...Lin! Haven't you noticed that Kobe has completely fallen behind Lin's pace?"

"I've figured it out, but maybe Lin's been slacking off. His stamina can't possibly be better than Kobe's!" West bit his lip. "I watched his games last season; his efficiency plummeted after playing more than 25 minutes!"

"He must have trained hard all summer," Jackson shrugged. "Otherwise, why do you think I'd be so desperate to get him? Because I know him, I know how hard he works, how much he wants to get stronger! I know what kind of changes he can bring to us."

Jackson told this lie without blushing at all, and at the same time, he hid his shock very well.

Lin Ze is indeed hardworking, but he's still a long way from the monster in front of him who can beat Kobe!

"By the way, what did you trade for Lin? If I remember correctly, two second-round picks and some add-ons?" Jackson grinned like a fortune teller. "Congratulations, Jerry. Maybe you've pulled off another heist deal that will go down in history?"

"If he really is that good," West said, abandoning his plan to stop the training, "then I'll call old Nelson right away and thank him for his gift."

Inside the arena, as time passed, Kobe's gaze became increasingly unfocused, while Grover's gaze grew increasingly shocked.

This Lin actually endured his grueling training almost without rest.

That was the kind of rigorous training that even Jordan would go through after every practice session!

In fact, this guy had already warmed up before I even arrived!

This physical ability is simply unfathomable.

West, Jackson, Grover, and the others had no idea that Lin Ze had been practicing non-stop for 24 hours. If they had known, their jaws would have dropped in astonishment.

"Time is up."

Finally, Grover uttered a sound that Kobe found incredibly pleasing, and Kobe completely went limp almost the instant Grover announced the end.

However, he knew he couldn't just lie on the floor and pretend to be dead, but all he could do was bend over, hold his knees, and lean his side against the wall, panting heavily.

He had never been so tired in his entire life!

If it were just Grover's training, although it would have made Kobe very tired, it would never have brought him to this near-collapse state. What made him suffer so much was Lin Ze's training method that involved no rest, as well as Kobe's own competitive spirit.

As for Lin Ze, he glanced at his watch and knew that there were still 2 minutes left before the validity of the effort card would truly end.

So he quickly ran to the sidelines, grabbed some chocolate, drinks, and energy bars and stuffed them into his stomach. At the same time, he completely relaxed and slumped into a chair.

"I knew this bastard was bluffing! Sure enough, this bastard is finished!" Kobe finally smiled when he saw Lin Ze finally collapse.

He wanted to force himself to stand up, walk over, stand ramrod straight, and hurl a few trash words at Lin Ze.

"Is this all it takes for a newbie?"

"You can go back first, I need to do another set of mid-range shots."

Then, just as Kobe was about to grit his teeth and stomp his feet to get up, Lin Ze stood up.

As if he'd eaten a magic bean, the guy strode over to Grover: "Thanks, impressive training."

"Same here, you guys remind me of Michael, such crazy people are really rare." Grover's attitude had also changed a lot since he arrived: "Next, I'll draft a training plan for you two based on your performance in training, including the offseason and the season. If you follow it, you'll definitely improve rapidly!"

"I'll practice according to those instructions!" Kobe walked over, his legs trembling.

Grover nodded and turned to pack his things.

Kobe reached out his hand, wanting to give Lin Ze a high-five to celebrate the end of training; he had a pretty good feeling about Lin Ze at the moment.

How can someone who trains relentlessly and never slacks off be a jerk?

Perhaps I didn't understand him well enough in the past month, which led to the misunderstanding.

Why don't we invite him over to watch the game recording tonight?

But before Kobe could reach out, Lin Ze's phone rang.

"What's up, Shaq? A super cool new place opened up in the mountains? Tonight? No problem! I'll be there in an hour! Don't try to take it from me tonight, it's on me! I made a small fortune! What? A big brother doesn't let his underlings pay? FUXX! What can I say, Shaq? See you later!"

Lin Ze quickly hung up the phone, looked at Kobe, noticed his half-outstretched hand, and asked curiously, "What's up? Want to go out and play?"

"I'm not going!" Kobe cursed, turned around and left, not wanting to say another word to Lin Ze.

That guy is a complete bastard!

Behind Kobe, Lin Ze's shouts came:

"Hey, remember to pay the bill! I'll have my agent send it to you! Don't wait too long, Tim'll get angry!"