The King's Return!

"Still training? Come on, Goodwin, let's go get something to eat," Paul Pierce said helplessly. After the first day of All-Star festivities ended, Goodwin had dragged Paul Pierce back to the hotel gym for more training.

Normally, hard work was one thing, but he had come to the All-Star Game to relax. Relax his ass—Goodwin dragged him into training every day. He had wanted to meet some beautiful women, yet he did not even have a moment of free time. At that moment, Paul Pierce wanted to cry.

"Senior Paul, you'll have plenty of time to eat during the offseason. Don't forget our goal this season: winning our fifth championship." Goodwin went straight for the kill.

In an instant, Paul Pierce had no power to resist. He obediently let Goodwin drag him to the gym to continue training.

The two trained for a full two and a half hours, leaving them panting from exhaustion. Only then did they return to their respective rooms, wash up, change clothes, and go to sleep.

They slept dreamlessly through the night.

Early the next morning, before the sun had fully risen, Goodwin was already up and preparing for the new day. He quickly washed up, brushed his teeth, changed into his workout clothes, and then went to wake the still-sleeping Paul Pierce.

When Paul Pierce woke up, he looked as though his soul had left his body. His expression was numb, and his movements were as mechanical as a puppet's.

The entire morning's training was practically torture for him, but he still persevered through it.

When lunchtime arrived, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. There would be no training in the afternoon; instead, they could go watch the events live.

Upon arriving at the All-Star Game venue, Paul Pierce immediately felt the electric