The game against the Celtics was a nightmare. Chamberlain really wanted to slap himself and wake up from the nightmare, but he knew it was impossible. It was reality, it was not a nightmare. He had to accept reality and improve himself.

After the game, Chamberlain dragged his heavy but energetic body back to the training hall, trying to lock himself in for strength training.

As a result, when he arrived at the training hall, he found that there was already someone inside. Laven was practicing dribbling with a ball. From his slap, he couldn't tell at all that he was a super basketball trainer. His dribbling movement was very stiff and he couldn't do well in the front of the body.

Chamberlain entered the door, and Lavine put away the ball and smiled and said, "It makes you laugh. I don't know how to play basketball. This little thing has no fate with us. No matter how hard I try, I can't play well. This is really strange."

Chamberlain praised a few words against his will, then cheered up and asked, "Are we going to train?"

Lavin shook his head, restrained his smile that had always been hanging on his face, and said, "No, man, I stayed here to say goodbye to you, my training for you is over."

Chamberlain was shocked and couldn't help but say, "How many days have passed? Training... is over like this?"

Lavin shrugged and smiled again, "Z, I was just invited to do basic training for you. The person who can really help you just came back from Europe. I think you will have another very qualified trainer soon. I have other things to do. I took LeBron James' contract, and of course I have to train him."

As he said that, Lavin thought about it and added: "I will train that guy well. What is his name? Little Emperor? I try my best to make him a real little emperor, hoping to make him a qualified opponent for you."

Chamberlain smiled bitterly and said, "Are you mocking me? James is already the new king of the league. I am trying to catch up with him, hoping to become his opponent."

If it weren't for what happened tonight, Chamberlain might agree with Lavin's statement that his family knew his family. If he could maintain his previous perverted body, and then adapt to his physical fitness and develop various offensive methods, a player like James would be really not as good as him.

But everything tonight destroyed his cognition, and what he had was not his after all!

Lavin did not watch today's game. He thought Chamberlain was modest, so he patted his shoulder, waved his hand in a daze, and walked out of the gymnasium. He was still wearing the snow-white No. 0 jersey, with the name "ZHANG-B-L" behind him, and the pleats shining under the light.

Lavin's figure disappeared, and a sense of resentment and powerlessness appeared in Chamberlain's heart. He picked up the ball and threw it towards the wall, shouting: "Let's go, go, you all go! Damn, what better trainer, do you think I'm worthless, right? Grass! I just don't believe in evil, I must make everyone who underestimates me regret it!"

Chamberlain panted and prepared to go to training, but a figure walked in casually. He looked up and seemed to pour a bucket of cold water from his head. This man was Samar who had disappeared for many days!

"Do you know what your problem is?" Samar seemed to have been paying attention to Chamberlain and asked such a strange question as soon as he entered the door.

Chamberlain clenched his fists and looked at Samar without being outdone, sneering: "You want to teach me a lesson? Or do you think I'm just a toy? Listen, Samar, what can you do if you take back the so-called Wilt Chamberlain's body? I can still become the top superstar in the league based on myself!"

Samar seemed to have not seen his hostility towards Chamberlain, and he laughed and said, "But I have revised your body again, and you have Wilt Chamberlain's body. Do you want me to take back the power that does not belong to you?"

Chamberlain was skeptical, but he did not answer, but ran a few laps and found that the speed had indeed become as fast as before. He tried to pick up a fifty-pound dumbbell, and the familiar sense of power appeared on his arm again.

Convinced of this, Chamberlain threw the dumbbell down and looked at Samar and said, "What the hell do you think of me? Am I a toy for you? Or a test piece? Game character? Samar, to be honest, I don't enjoy my current life."

Chamberlain's mood slowly became deeper, and finally said with difficulty: "If you have to let your mercy in the future, then you might as well take back what does not belong to me now."

The smile on Samar's face disappeared. He looked straight at Chamberlain for a while, and then slowly said: "Actually, except for the first time in the bar, I have never touched your body any more!"

Upon hearing the news, Chamberlain didn't believe it at all. He took out his ears and asked, "What did you say?"

Samar repeated: "The time to transform your body as mentioned before is five games. That's just me teasing you. I can transform your body, but it's impossible to transform it frequently. If that were the case, your human body would have collapsed long ago."

Chamberlain was incredulous and shouted, "How is this possible? If so, why is my speed not so fast, my strength not so strong, my bounce not so high?! Why is this?"

Samar shook his finger gently and looked directly at Chamberlain and said, "That's your psychological illusion, just like no matter how hard you tried or how you trained, your shooting posture was so stiff. You are too emotional. Your thinking can manipulate your body, do you understand?"

Chamberlain swallowed in difficulty, shook his head and said, "I understand, but I don't believe it."

Samar said disdainfully: "It's not that you don't believe it, but you don't dare to face it! You are most familiar with your former body. If I really turn you back to the past, do you think you can still run on the NBA court? Do you think you can still block Garnett's impact?"

Chamberlain stopped talking, Samar pointed at his heart and said, "Z, you have never been strong, not your body, but your heart!"

"Do you understand? You don't have the heart to become a superstar!"

"You train hard, you are diligent, you are modest, but you never believe in yourself. You only rely on external forces. You are the same essence as those physical flow players you look down on!"

"If you keep doing this, you will never be able to develop an attacking method! At most, you will become a defensive player like Deakinbe Mutombo!"

Samar said one after another, and every sentence was deafening to Chamberlain!

"You can exercise without a strong body; you can train without sharp attack skills. But without a strong heart, you have nothing! The most terrifying thing is that you are unwilling to face all this, and you have been deceiving yourself!"

These words rang in Chamberlain's ears repeatedly. He sat blankly on the floor, his heart in confusion.

I don't know how long it took, but after he woke up, Samar had disappeared. He looked at the time and had been sitting in the training hall for two hours. Samar seemed to have never appeared, but he tested his speed, strength or bounce, and he really returned to his peak state and became a perverted existence with physical fitness that was enough to arrogance in the entire league.

The words Samar left for him made Chamberlain think about it all night. He sat in the training hall, thinking about his first contact with basketball since he was a child until he was beaten by Garnett just now, and carefully thinking about his basketball career so far.

As Samar said, he has never had a strong heart for a superstar. Otherwise, when he was diagnosed with Giant disease, he would not give up basketball happily, and then he would only complain all day long. This made him ashamed and dissatisfied. He was not a person who was willing to compromise on the status quo. Chamberlain wanted to change himself!

Making up to change himself, Chamberlain opened the door of the training hall and walked out of the court with a firm face. At this time, Old Nelson found him. After seeing him, the old man held a file bag and asked inexplicably: "Z, what's wrong with that guy Samar? He found me early this morning and handed this over to me. What's going on?"

Chamberlain asked inexplicably, "What's going on?"

Old Nelson explained: "About an hour ago, Samar found me and told me that he was no longer your agent. He said that his contract with you was terminated. The contract is in it, look at it." As he said that, he handed the file bag to Chamberlain.

Chamberlain hurriedly took the file bag. After he opened it, a contract fell out. On the contract, there was a white paper of A4 size, which read: "Chamberlain terms - suitable for all players who have not passed the draft to enter the NBA. The first year salary of his invitation contract (Offer-Sheet) shall not exceed the average salary level of the rookie that year, the second year salary increase shall not exceed 8.5%, and the third year and fourth year salary increase shall not exceed 10.5%, and the restrictions shall be cancelled after four years."

"What is this?" Chamberlain asked Old Nelson as he looked at the blank paper.

Old Nelson glanced at it, suddenly realized, and said, "This is a new clause just issued by the league president's office at 1:00 a.m. to limit players who have not joined the NBA like you. Because it is your reason for the emergence of this new clause, so this clause is named after you."

Chamberlain opened the blank paper, and a "Termination Agreement for Labor Contract between Labor and Manpower" appeared in front of him. There were five sheets of paper in the contract. The content in it was very simple, that is, Samar and Chamberlain terminated the previous agent contract. From now on, Samar is no longer Chamberlain's agent.

The contract's laborer has signed North Samar's name, and the remaining investors are blank, which is left for Chamberlain.

Old Nelson persuaded: "I don't know what happened to you and Samar, but Z, you shouldn't terminate the contract with him. Although I don't know much about Samar, he is an excellent agent. Look, if it weren't for him, there wouldn't be this Chamberlain clause."
Chapter completed!