The Idol of a Superstar

The next day, when the noon alarm went off, Randolph still felt his eyelids were incredibly heavy.

Big Black Bear yanked off his sleep mask and looked over at Link, who was sharing the room with him.

Normally, Link would get up early and head to the hotel gym for a workout.

But today, Link had only just been woken by his alarm. He had not managed to get up early.

That alone showed how exhausted Link was. If even Link, whose stamina was supposedly limitless, was this tired, the others had to be completely worn out.

Though it was already noon, Link and the others had actually slept for less than eight hours.

They had arrived in Milwaukee at three in the morning yesterday, and it was already past four by the time they got to the hotel.

"Morning, Zach." Link lazily greeted Randolph before heading to the bathroom to wash up.

The moment he looked in the mirror, Link saw that his eyes were bloodshot. He clearly had not slept well.

Link's sleep quality had been poor last night. He had slept lightly and kept waking up.

Because whenever he closed his eyes, yesterday's loss and Durant's smug expression appeared before him.

Now Link understood why Durant had hated him so much last season. Durant had probably had plenty of nightmares like this last season too.

When Link and Randolph went downstairs for lunch, they discovered that it was not just the two of them. Nearly everyone on the Grizzlies was listless.

Even the usually energetic Jimmy Butler and Dellavedova looked lifeless. Dellavedova had even come down with the flu after arriving in Milwaukee yesterday.

Dave Joerger, with two huge dark circles under his eyes, looked at the players' condition and could not help but worry.

Sure, the