Night fell, and the lights of Los Angeles came on. The training facility was still lit, and the sound of Kobe shooting had yet to stop.
He kept shooting from afternoon until late at night, then from late at night until dawn. For an entire night, he neither rested nor gave up.
When the facility staff arrived the next morning and saw Kobe, they were stunned.
He was still standing on the court with a basketball in his hands, his gaze as determined as ever. His face was a little pale, and a trace of exhaustion showed in his eyes, but he still hadn't stopped shooting.
Countless basketballs lay scattered across the floor, and several empty water bottles sat in a corner. His practice clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his body, while sweat continued to trickle down his forehead.
"Kobe, you've been practicing all night. Take a break," a staff member couldn't help urging him.
Kobe didn't turn around. He simply said, "I haven't done enough yet. I need to get stronger. I can't lose. I want that championship."
The staff member looked at his stubborn figure and shook his head helplessly. He knew what Kobe was like. Once he set his mind on something, he wouldn't give up easily, especially when it came to winning a championship.
Kobe kept up this training day after day. From the end of the NBA Finals until halfway through the summer break, he spent almost every day in the facility, relentlessly honing his skills.
He worked on his three-point shot to improve his accuracy; he worked on his drives to make them more incisive; he worked on his defense to make it tougher.
He even imitated Li Fei's midrange shooting motion, practicing it over and over. He wanted to find