Chapter 125 (1/2)

On his first day in Los Angeles, link had a boring night.

Although Los Angeles is big and full of lights, link has few friends here. Without the old driver's belt, link didn't know where to go. Don't mention Los Angeles. In Memphis, if it wasn't for Randolph and Tony Allen, link didn't know where the door of the nightclub was going.

So, linkso played games all night in the hotel room... At 11:30, he couldn't bear it, so he went to bed directly.

It must be said that the intense schedule of the past few months has made link very tired. It was a rare evening when link went to bed and soon fell asleep. At the thought that there would be no competition or formal training tomorrow, link relaxed both physically and mentally.

Just as link was sleeping soundly, he was awakened by the sound of an alarm. Link was sleepy and didn't know what time it was. Anyway, it's still dark outside the window. It's not morning yet.

Link sat up from bed and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only three o'clock in the morning.

”Which psycho calls this time...” link swears and picks up his mobile phone, but the ”Psycho” on the caller ID makes him swallow his mouth - Kobe Bryant.

”Er...” link helplessly connected the phone, sure enough, there came Kobe's voice.

”Boy, I thought you couldn't answer the phone.”

”How can it be? What's the matter?”

”You promised to train with me. I think it's five o'clock. I'll send you the address in my private training hall.”

”OK, see you tomorrow afternoon, Bryant.” Although Kobe's time on the phone was amazing, link was still very excited. It's a rare opportunity to be invited to practice with Kobe! He thought Kobe was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect to train together.

”No,” Kobe replied harshly, ”not in the afternoon. I said five in the morning, two hours later.”

Link:

”Don't be late, boy.”

Before link could react, Kobe hung up. Link looked at the phone whose screen had gone out and the dark sky.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

Have you ever seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m?

If anyone mentions this stalk in front of link in the future, link will surely explode in situ. Because, four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles is not beautiful, except tired and sleepy, there is no feeling!

In order not to be late, link went out at four in the morning. The streets were empty, with occasional cars passing by. There were almost no pedestrians, except for some drunkards who had just come out of bars and nightclubs.

Incomparably prosperous ”angel city”, also seems to be in this moment a short respite. Sitting in a taxi, looking at the city has not yet awakened, link suddenly felt not sleepy.

The rest, only inner incomparable calm. He doesn't have any distractions now. He can concentrate on everything he does. At this time, link felt that he understood some of the reasons why Kobe always liked to train in the early morning.

Forty minutes by car, link arrived at a gymnasium on the outskirts of Los Angeles, a small Stadium on the edge of a beach. It's just a street away from the beach.

It looks like it was built for the residents nearby.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, there was no one in the dark. But through the few windows of the stadium, you can see that there seems to be bright lights inside.

Link crept into the gymnasium for fear of going to the wrong place and was beaten up as a thief. However, by the time he stepped into the training hall, Kobe was already warming up.

”Coming? You're not late. Your attitude is OK. ” Kobe and link say hello, then continue to warm up on their own.

”I didn't expect that you would ask me to train so soon...” link was a little at a loss, so he also followed suit.

”No way, no one else answered my phone. It's just you.”

”What?”