"Hey! You two rookies, already out of gas?" Tony Allen teased as he looked at the two rookies sitting nearby and gulping for air. They looked like two puppies that had just been thrown out of the house by their owner and had yet to adjust to the outside world.
For the moment, the two rookies were too busy catching their breath to respond to Tony Allen's teasing. Clearly, neither of them could keep up with the pace of such high-intensity training just yet.
"Haha, don't take it too hard, you two. It's your first day—everyone's like this at first. Give it some time, and you'll naturally adapt."
At that moment, Giannis Antetokounmpo strolled over as well and smiled as he offered the two rookies some reassurance.
However, the moment he spoke, Marc Gasol mercilessly exposed him from the side.
"Give me a break, Giannis. Stop pretending to be such a nice guy. I remember perfectly well—when you first joined the Boston Celtics training camp, did you ever complain about being tired like this? You were bursting with energy back then, nothing like a newcomer who'd just arrived."
As Marc Gasol spoke, he lightly tapped Giannis Antetokounmpo on the chest with a finger.
Hearing that, Giannis Antetokounmpo's expression instantly turned a little awkward. But he quickly regained his composure and hurriedly waved his hands in explanation. "Come on, Marc, don't wrong me! I was exhausted back then too, okay? I was just forcing myself to hang on. If you don't believe me, ask the others..."
While the veterans chatted back and forth, the two poor rookies finally managed to catch their breath a little.
They slowly pushed themselves up from the floor, rubbed their unbearably sore legs and arms, then stood quietly to one side and listened to the veterans