Thirty-Three: Another Call

At the end of the game, the cheers of the fans in the audience reached their climax. All the blue team players swarmed up and surrounded Link.

108 to 90, the blue team finally defeated the Rio Grande Valley Vipers at home by 18 points. As Joan Brockman said before the game, they disgraced the Houstonians.

Of course, the result of this game is not important, nor is it the focus of everyone's concern.

All eyes were on Link. The guy wearing the No. 0 jersey that did not belong to him was the real and only protagonist today.

However, just when everyone was extremely excited and happy, Link, who was surrounded by the crowd, wept bitterly.

"As a fighter, he really deserves to cry for such a night. 52 points in a single game, the latest single-game scoring record in the G League. Facing the Rockets' subordinate team, Link must have made Morey's bowels regret. Morey dropped a ticking time bomb, but the rest of the NBA certainly won't let him go easily. Maybe one day, this bomb will detonate on the Rockets!"

The commentators thought Link was crying over his 52-point night, but it wasn't, Link didn't care about his scoring record. He cried because he could only remember Upshaw in the future.

Lincoln didn't cry when Upshaw died. Link didn't cry when he read Upshaw's letter to himself. At that time, there was only anger in his heart. He was angry at Carl Jones, angry at Morey, angry at the injustice of God, angry at Upshaw's departure.

So he gritted his teeth and insisted, and he went ahead as Upshaw had said. He's going to fight in Upshaw's jersey, and he's going to write Upshaw's name on the sneakers. They have to fight the enemy together, and they have to play an earth-shattering match.

Then, when Link had done all this bravely, he finally couldn't hold back.

The Chinese saying goes well, a man doesn't cry easily, but he doesn't get to the point of sadness. Link gave Upshaw a perfect farewell performance, and at this moment, he officially said goodbye to his friends.

The Upshaw who had to go to the car wash while playing football for a living, the Upshaw who often let Link eat and drink, and the Upshaw who drove down to Link's apartment on time every day.

From now on, say goodbye to Link forever.

"Damn, wipe away your tears. The reporter is here, I don't want our star to appear in the newspaper tomorrow looking like weeping!" Brockman hurriedly handed a few pieces of paper to Link, Lin Ke held back the tears and wiped away the tears.

But when he looked up to face the camera, his rosy eyes still betrayed him.

"Congratulations, Link. I'm sure you already know that 52 points is a new record for a G League individual in a single game! Do you have anything to say about achieving such an achievement?"

The reporters brought the microphone to Link's mouth, and the former Link would still be nervous because of a reporter's interview. But after going to the NBA for a while and then coming back, Link is accustomed to such situations.

"I have to thank my teammates and coaches for their trust, they gave me a lot of chances. Likewise, I have to thank Zeke for the strength he gave me. Finally, I have to thank my manager Karl Jones. and Rockets coach Darrell Morey."

Having said that, the reporters thought that Link wanted to take the initiative to show affection to the Rockets so that he could return to the NBA. But what Link was about to say next made the reporters open their mouths.

"Thanks to their hypocrisy and deceit, they made me grow a lot. Of course, it's not over yet. Sooner or later, they will pay for what they did."

finished,

Link, wearing Upshaw's No. 0 jersey, turned and left. The reporters were stunned. They didn't expect an undrafted draft pick to be so strong. Even if they scolded an unknown manager, they even scolded the general manager of the Rockets.

The Rockets are China's home team? There is no home team at all, only endless interests. Link has recognized these facts, and from now on, he will continue to be like this.

Go forward bravely.

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Two hours after the game, the locker room was empty.

After the game, everyone frantically celebrated for a while. Since it is a G League game, there will be no post-game press conference. So, after the celebrations, you all go home, ready to end this legendary day.

Link didn't leave. After he took a shower, he carefully hung Upshaw's No. 0 jersey, and sat in front of Upshaw's cabinet for a long time.

At this time, Link's desire to gain a firm foothold in the NBA became stronger. Only now, he's doing it not just for money, but also to help Upshaw fulfill his dream.

In Upshaw's letter, Link was impressed with one sentence, in addition to being brave.

"You are my dream and spiritual support for entering the NBA. When you fall, my dream is shattered."

Now, Link is not only burdened with himself, not only for his livelihood, but also for his best friend.

Looking at his watch, it was getting late, Link stood up and was about to go home. He had just walked out of the locker room two steps, when the phone rang.

At first, Link thought it was Carl Jones or Morey. The money-hungry Jones would definitely beg him to re-sign, and Morey would definitely find a way to drain his business value. But no matter what these two guys say, he won't trust them anymore.

However, when Link took out his phone, the caller ID showed a string of unfamiliar numbers. Link pouted, but pressed the answer button anyway.

"Hello, this is Link."

"Hello Link, your performance tonight was fantastic. 52 points, just 26 points in the second half and 26 points in the second half, and the last free throw was deliberately missed. Your good intentions will definitely make Upshaw feel very good. Be happy."

Link frowned, the person on the phone actually guessed exactly what he only wanted to get 52 points for today.

"Who are you?" Link asked curiously.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jeff Austin, and I'm the manager of Altracon Basketball Economy. I heard you've ended your contract with Karl Jones, so I think you'll need me. Help. A player who scored 52 points in the G League deserves a contract from an NBA team. And I'll make it easier."

Hearing that he was the manager, Link almost didn't hang up. After all, the Carl Jones thing made Link very resistant to the manager.

But the name Jeff Austin made Link hesitate. He always felt that the name was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"I know that Carl Jones guy messed up your NBA career. But...with all due respect, he's just a layman. What you need is professional help from a professional, and I, exactly A professional. You don't have to rush to answer me, you can go home and rest for a few days. But if you need me, anytime, yes, call this anytime. Even at four in the morning, I'll be up Answered. Okay, don't bother. Congratulations, and best wishes to Zeke in heaven."

Just like that, the conversation between the two parties ends. Link stared at his phone and thought for a while. Finally, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and Link swallowed.

Jeff Austin, if the other party is really the Jeff Austin he knows...then this man is not lying, he is indeed a professional...