At the moment the game ended, the cheers of the fans of the audience had reached the climax. All the players of the Blue Team rushed forward and surrounded Link.

108-90, the Blues finally defeated the invading Rio Grande Valley Vipers at home by 18 points. As Joan Brockman said before the game, they made Houston people look disgraceful.

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

Everyone's eyes were focused on Link. The guy who was wearing his No. 0 jersey was the real and only protagonist today.

However, just when everyone was extremely excited and happy, Link, who was surrounded in the middle of the crowd, burst into tears.

"As a fighter, he is indeed worth crying for such a night. 52 points in a single game, the latest individual score record in the Development League. Facing the Rockets' subordinate team, Link will definitely make Morey regret it. Morey gave up a time bomb, but other NBA teams will definitely not let him go easily. Maybe one day, this bomb will detonate on the Rockets!"

The commentators all thought that Link was crying for his 52-minute night, but it wasn't. Link didn't care about his score record at all. He cried because he could only miss Upshaw in the future.

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

So he gritted his teeth and insisted, and he moved forward bravely as Upshaw said. He wanted to wear Upshaw's jersey and fight, and he wanted to write Upshaw name on his sneakers. They wanted to fight against the enemy together and play a game that shocked the world and wowed ghosts.

Then, when Link moved forward bravely, he finally couldn't hold back.

The Chinese saying goes well, men don’t cry easily, but they are not sad. Link presented Upshaw with a perfect farewell performance, and at this moment, he officially said goodbye to his friends.

The Upshaw, who had to play ball while washing the car park for a livelihood, the Upshaw, who often let Link eat and drink, the Upshaw, who drove on time every day downstairs of Link's apartment.

From now on, say goodbye to Link forever.

"Damn it, wipe your tears quickly. The reporter is here. I don't want our star to look like weeping when he appears in the newspaper tomorrow!" Brockman hurriedly handed a few pieces of paper to Link. Link held back his tears and wiped away the tears.

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

"Link, congratulations. I believe you already know that 52 points are the highest score in the individual single game of the Development League! Do you have anything to say about achieving such an achievement?"

The reporters put the microphone next to Link's mouth. The former Link would be nervous because of an interview with a reporter. But after going to NBA for a while, Link was used to such a situation.

"I have to thank my teammates and coaches for their trust, they gave me many mobile phone opportunities. Again, I have to thank Zeke for his strength. Finally, I have to thank my manager Carl Jones and Rockets head coach Darrell Morey."

Speaking of this, the reporters thought that Link wanted to take the initiative to show goodwill to the Rockets so that he could return to the NBA. But what Link wanted to say next made the reporters open their mouths.

"Thanks for their falsehood and deception, they have made me grow a lot. Of course, it's not over yet. Sooner or later, they will pay the price for what they do."

After saying that, Link, wearing Upshaw's No. 0 jersey, turned around and left. The reporters were stunned. They didn't expect that a undraft would be so backbone. Just curse an unknown manager, but even the Rockets general manager was scolding each other.

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 today.

Go forward bravely.

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

After the game, everyone celebrated wildly for a while. Since it was a Development League game, there was no post-match press conference. Therefore, after the celebration, everyone went back to their homes and prepared to end this legendary day.

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

At this time, Link's desire to gain a foothold in NBA became stronger. But now, he did this not only for money, but also to help Upshaw fulfill his dream.

In Upshaw's letter, in addition to moving forward bravely, Link was also impressed by a sentence.

"You are my thoughts and spiritual pillars for entering NBA. When you fall down, my dream will be shattered."

Now, Link is not only responsible for himself, not only for his livelihood, but also for his best friends.

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

At first, Link thought it was Carl Jones or Morey Jones, the greedy man, who was a rich man, would definitely ask him to sign a contract again, and Morey would definitely find a way to squeeze out his business value. But no matter what these two guys said, he would never believe them anymore.

However, when Link took out his cell phone, the caller ID was a string of strange numbers. Link curled his lips, but still pressed the answer button.

"Hello, this is Link."

"Hello Link, your performance tonight was absolutely amazing. 52 points, 26 points in the first and second half, and I deliberately failed to hit the last free throw. Your good intentions will definitely make Upshaw feel very pleased."

Link frowned, and the person on the phone guessed accurately that he only wanted to get 52 points today.

"Who are you?" Link asked curiously.

"Oh, sorry, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jeff Austin, and I'm the manager of the Altcon Basketball Economics Company. I heard you have terminated your contract with Carl Jones, so I think you should need my help. A player who scored 52 points in the Development League deserves a contract from the NBA team. And I will make it easier."

When he heard the other party say that he was a manager, Link almost hung up the phone directly. After all, Carl Jones's incident 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 guy Carl Jones has messed up your NBA career. But I am just a layman. What you need is professional help from professionals, and I am a professional. You don't have to rush to answer me, you can go home and rest for a few days first. But if you need me, at any time, yes, make this call at any time. Even at four o'clock in the morning, I will get up and answer. OK, don't bother. Congratulations, and wish Zeke all the best in heaven."

In this way, the call between the two sides ended. Link stared at his cell phone and thought for a while. Finally, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and Link swallowed.
Chapter completed!