System: I am always awesome in the NBA

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a physically fit boss like him to sweat so much.

"What are you doing with those dog eyes? Come over and train!"

Lin Hao glared at them fiercely.

Hinrich and others quickly got up to warm up.

2 hours later...

"Boss, I've already made 100 three-pointers. Is that enough for today's training?"

Crawford asked, breathing heavily.

"That's bullshit! Your goal for today is 200!"

Lin Hao roared.

"Boss, this is too intense. I feel like my legs aren't my own."

Hinrich stumbled back from the finish line of the shuttle run.

"If your legs aren't yours, then you're treating them as if they belong to someone else!"

Lin Hao glared at him fiercely.

"Boss, my knees can't take it anymore. Can you take a break for a while?"

Chandler was doing squats with difficulty, and every time he stood up, it seemed so difficult.

"You still want to take a break? Keep practicing until you can stand in front of O'Neal!"

Lin Hao roared loudly.

"When the boss gets angry, he's even scarier than Larry!"

"Yeah! Larry only brought us mental torture, but the boss brought us both mental and physical torture!"

"I will never be careless in future competitions!"

Hinrich and Ariza whispered to each other while drinking water.

"Larry, Lin's training is too intense! You have to go talk to him!"

The Knicks' physical trainer looked at Lin Hao with concern.

He has worked in the NBA for decades and has served as a physical trainer for countless teams.

But even stars like Jordan, Olajuwon, and Duncan did not train as much as Lin Hao.

"Persuade? Why do you want to persuade?"

Larry Brown took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"Nick, you have to remember that Lin is the greatest player to ever play in the NBA."

"You can't hold him to the same standards as Michael and Hakeem!"

……

9 pm.

The teammates had already left.

It was Lin Hao who took the initiative to drive them away.

We have to catch up! Ariza, Chandler and the others have already vomited from training.

The entire arena reeked of the sour smell of vomit.

If he didn't drive them away, Lin Hao wouldn't be able to train himself.

Now, only Lin Hao and his assistant are left in the training hall.

"Dear boss, you should take a break."

"You've been practicing since 3 a.m. until now. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it!"

Zhou Lingxuan's eyes were full of heartache and worry.

"All right!"

Lin Hao let out a long sigh, dragged his heavy steps to the sidelines and sat down.

It's time to end.

In fact, his crazy training today was mainly for his teammates to see.

If we don't do this, these bastards won't take the next game seriously.

"Boss, are you tired? Let me give you a massage!"

Zhou Lingxuan blinked her big watery eyes, came over attentively, and carefully massaged his thighs.

"Mmmmm! Harder!"

"The power is still not enough!"

"Right, that is it!"

"A little higher!"

……

"You hate it!"

Zhou Lingxuan seemed to realize something, and her face flushed instantly.

The voice was soft and a little shy.

When Lin Hao saw her little face covered with fine beads of sweat, his heart couldn't help but move.

This girl has been silently staying by his side since morning.

Watching myself repeating boring and high-intensity training movements, I didn't complain at all.

They also handed out water and towels.

Ariza's LSPs are so envious.

Such a good assistant is hard to find even with a lantern!

"Let's get a late-night snack later, and then go shopping!"

Lin Hao said seriously.

He wanted to give her the best, such as buying her some expensive clothes.

"Boss, do you still have the energy to go shopping?"

Zhou Lingxuan was shocked.

"Nonsense! Forget shopping! I even have enough energy to learn a foreign language!"

……

On the third day, the Game 4 between the Knicks and the Heat finally officially kicked off under the attention of the whole world.

On this day, the whole city of Miami was plunged into madness.

On weekdays, this city is known for its passion and is a world-renowned nightlife capital.

And today, Miami seemed to have been injected with a dose of super stimulant.

The Heat's flags can be seen flying everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Countless fans who couldn't buy tickets gathered early in bars and restaurants, drinking beer and anxiously waiting for the game to begin.

At this time, the stadium was packed with people.

The American Airlines Arena was like a super volcano about to erupt, with every inch of the air filled with tension, excitement and enthusiasm.

All media reporters have already been in place, with cameras and long guns densely set up in various optimal shooting positions.

Countless well-known sports media outlets have dispatched luxurious reporting teams to deliver every bit of the action to global audiences in real time.

"Hey guys! Welcome to the much-anticipated Knicks vs. Heat game!"

"This match is like a collision between Mars and the Earth!"

"Not only can we see the wonderful performances of superstars like Lin Hao, Dwyane, and Shaq, but more importantly, this is the revenge battle of Yellow Jesus!"

“Everyone should have seen the close-up of Jesus Huang’s face after his last match!”

"His face is murderous and his eyes are chilling!"

"Today, can he fight back and avenge his previous defeat? Let's wait and see!"

The ESPN reporter excitedly said to the camera.

"Yellow Jesus usually does a little twerking before the game."

"But he was extremely silent tonight, sitting alone on the bench, and no one dared to approach him!"

"This is a sign of the coming storm! Let us all hope that the storm will be even more severe!"

The TNT reporter stood next to Lin Hao with a microphone in hand, talking excitedly.