Dillon Brooks indeed showed up on the court soon enough, deeply annoyed that he had missed Link's speech.
Unlike the others, he didn't say much about Link's retirement.
When he saw Link, he only said one thing: "Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to help you finish a perfect final season!"
Link liked Dillon Brooks's attitude toward the game. Honestly, for an average second-round pick to survive in this league, it was impossible without the right attitude.
Dillon Brooks's talent couldn't even be described as merely average.
In the NBA, having the same height and wingspan was already considered terrible. Brooks's wingspan was actually several centimeters shorter than his height.
His athleticism wasn't particularly strong, and his shooting wasn't especially accurate either.
Yet this was the guy who had delivered performances that earned Link's approval.
That alone showed just how serious his attitude was.
"I heard you came in to train really early?" Link smiled and patted Dillon Brooks on the shoulder.
"Hehe, not that early. Compared to how you used to be, I'm nowhere close." Brooks scratched his head sheepishly.
When Dillon Brooks had first joined the Grizzlies, many of the veterans loved telling him stories about how hard Link had worked back then.
In Zach Randolph's bragging mouth, Link had been molded into a model rookie who came to the training facility at five every morning, then cleaned the locker room until it was spotless.
What Link never expected was that Dillon Brooks had actually believed it...
Link didn't know whether Brooks really arrived at five every day, but he did know that whenever Brooks was around, the locker room would be cleaned spotless and kept perfectly tidy every day...
"Uh... I didn't actually come in that early back then either, Dillon..." Even Link felt a little