"Ugh..."
Link slowly opened his eyes, his head feeling heavy and his mouth unbearably dry.
He got up and checked the time on his phone first. It was only seven-thirty, not too late. Then Link poured himself a glass of water. Only after gulping down the cold water did his thoughts clear up a little.
After signing the contract yesterday, Randolph had kept his promise and taken Link, along with Tony Allen and the younger Conley, to a nightclub to celebrate for him.
Link had refused at first, but once he entered the club and got swept up in the atmosphere, he couldn't help shouting in his heart, This is amazing!
Still, since they had a game today, no one drank last night. They used juice instead of alcohol the entire time. A bunch of wealthy NBA players sitting together in a place overflowing with provocative hormones, drinking juice—it truly was a bizarre sight.
Even so, Link and the others received an enthusiastic welcome.
When they were leaving, two sexy blonde women clung to Link the whole way. As a young man brimming with energy, Link really had gotten a little carried away amid all the excitement.
But the moment he remembered that there was a game today, Link calmed down.
Thinking back on it, Link immediately searched his entire apartment from top to bottom. Only after confirming that no woman had followed him home did he finally let out a huge sigh of relief.
Come to think of it, not everyone had Link's self-control. Back when he was just a fan, Link had always thought NBA players who ruined themselves through partying were idiots. They had bright futures ahead of them, yet chose to throw themselves away.
But after experiencing it himself yesterday, Link finally understood just how much