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

Chapter 5 Tonight's expenses will be paid by Young Master Ke!

Kobe is getting a bit red-hot, which is completely different from what he expected.

He originally thought that since he was already there, Lin Ze would at least invite him to train together out of politeness, right? Then he could experience what it meant to have a training mode where "even Satan has to call for the devil."

But this guy didn't invite him? Yet Kobe felt a little embarrassed to offer to join.

Lin Ze knew exactly what Kobe was up to. A couple of days ago, when Lin Ze was talking to Jackson, Kobe had been sneakily eavesdropping. He probably found out about Graves and Lin Ze from Jackson, which is why he arrived at the right time.

Shameless!

You deserve to never come back from Colorado!

Let you try to get something for free!

The atmosphere became somewhat tense. In this situation, directly telling Kobe to leave was definitely inappropriate. Well… while getting something for nothing was unacceptable, but…

"Alright." Lin Ze suddenly changed the subject, "I think Graves wouldn't mind bringing one more person to train with, but I hope he won't charge extra for two people. If he does charge extra..."

"I'll pay!" Kobe dropped the pretense and immediately patted his chest, saying, "I'll pay for yours too!"

"Before Graves came, I also found other trainers." Lin Ze immediately seized the opportunity.

"I've already paid for it." The wealthy and powerful young master Ke replied immediately without a second's hesitation.

"Then I'll have my agent send you the bill later." Lin Ze's expression changed quickly. At this moment, Kobe was his best buddy on the Lakers!

Meanwhile, Lin Ze was also planning to get Schwartz to send Kobe a bigger bill. Hmm, $12 doesn't sound good; Kobe probably wouldn't like it.

Let's just give him 20...

Hmm... no, Kobe probably prefers the number 24, so let's add another 4 to make it a round number!

He'll definitely pay happily!

Whether Kobe will be happy when he pays is unknown, but right now he's already standing next to Graves, looking eager. Judging from his expression, it's as if if he can withstand Graves' training tonight, he can replace Alex English as the most popular person in all of Colorado.

Soon, the entire training hall changed.

There was no more small talk, no more jokes; Graves' training intensity was astonishing!

From the most basic defensive footwork to weight training, from lifting tires to climbing the makeshift inclines set up by assistants while wearing rubber bands...

Looking at the program, Graves' training didn't involve anything particularly strange or new, but his training style was clearly revealed in those few hours.

That's the limit!

Taking the simplest shuttle run as an example, he would continuously increase the number of trips, continuously increase the load, and continuously reduce the time limit.

He first tests your limits, then forces you to push them beyond your limits in an almost brutal way.

After an hour of training, Lin Ze finally understood why, apart from those paranoids and masochists, no one else would seek out Graves for training.

That's so brutal!

"Rest!" Grave glanced at the time and finally uttered the word.

Kobe, as if granted a pardon, grinned and grabbed the water bottle, gulping it down his throat.

Meanwhile, Lin Ze, after eating a banana and drinking a whole bottle of energy drink, walked over to Graves again: "Keep going, Tim. Time is limited. Practice my moves first, and we'll bring Kobe along after he's rested..."

Hearing Lin Ze's words, Kobe, who was still panting, paused for a moment. He looked at Graves, then at Lin Ze, and walked over, saying, "No need. I also don't think there's any need to rest. What should we practice next? Continue rolling those truck tires?"

Graves glanced at the two of them but didn't say anything. Instead, he quickly issued new instructions for them to continue.

Another hour passed quickly. After another project was completed, Kobe was so exhausted that he was leaning on the floor, panting heavily. He felt as heavy as the Rocky Mountains.

But to Kobe's dismay, he didn't get a "rest" from Graves.

Instead, Lin Ze greeted you with a friendly smile and an outstretched hand: "One more set! Keep it up!"

FUXX!

Kobe was really cursing inside.

What is this kid?

Why was he able to play another set?

Are you kidding me? This bastard goes to parties with Shaq every night, and he's physically fitter than me?

impossible!

Kobe grabbed Lin Ze's hand and stood up: "Come on!"

What Kobe didn't see was the schadenfreude on Lin Ze's face.

You bastard, trying to get something for nothing!

If we don't give you a little push, you won't know who your dad is!

Another hour has passed...

Lin Ze finally took the initiative to say that he wanted to rest.

He's going to the bathroom.

"How long are you planning to be gone?" Kobe asked expectantly. It wasn't hard to guess that he was secretly praying that Lin Ze would get constipated so he could get more rest.

"Pervert!" Lin Ze cursed and quickly left.

When he left, he didn't even remove the heavy "turtle shell" he was wearing, clearly not wanting to waste a single moment of training time.

.......

"What did you say?" West, busy in his office, answered a phone call, his face full of confusion: "You mean Lin, that guy who played as a starter for a year on a terrible team, racking up stats like crazy but not putting up any significant numbers, and then after practicing for a few hours on his own, he went on Grover's grueling training?"

"Isn't this kid afraid of dying from overwork? But his own training is just shooting hoops and running around, right? That's Grover, even Hercules would be exhausted by him." West didn't care at all, and didn't even understand why his assistant had called him specifically to talk about this.

"Kobe went too, he's training with him," the assistant's voice came through the phone.

That's why the assistant called West.

The Lakers staff simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention to a player of Lin Ze's caliber; otherwise, they would have already discovered that Lin Ze had been practicing in the arena for almost 24 hours straight.

It's not that they didn't notice, but nobody really cared how long he practiced. Some staff members even thought that Lin Ze might be heartbroken or something, lying inside crying while occasionally bouncing the ball.

If Kobe hadn't come, they would never have made that call to West.

West couldn't sit still any longer.

He knew all too well what Grover was, and he also knew what Kobe was.

When these two get together, the training intensity is unimaginable; it might even exceed the limits of their species...

More importantly, with the season about to begin, undergoing this level of training is clearly unreasonable and unsafe.

What if I get injured?

Before the season starts, one should conserve energy and be wary of unexpected events and dangers.

With that thought in mind, West stood up. He decided to go and check, and if necessary, he would stop the training.