You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 145 What's yours is mine
Florida, the land of blooming flowers.

Jordan's big-name training camp is located north of downtown Miami, where there is a sports club called Casilda.

You can play whatever sport you want here.

Football, basketball, baseball, and football are all fun to play.But for the next half month, those who come to train will only play basketball.

Because Jordan has booked here, with a group of superstars.

This is a tradition. Jordan, who came back in a hurry at the end of last season, was defeated in the semifinals. The world thought he was old and useless, so he held a training camp in the summer of 95, inviting stars and young talents to participate.

In Reggie Miller's words, it's: "Let's help Michael train so he can kick our ass next season."

Judging from the results, Miller's wish came true.

"Who is in the training camp? Tell me a few things I don't know yet."

Madeira and Mo Mengchen came to Miami together.

She replied: "And Tim Hardaway and Alonzo Mourning, this is their home court, they will come, by the way, your teammate Grant Hill is also there."

"Didn't this guy go to the US team for training?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Madeira said: "Nearly half of the US team members have joined Michael's training camp, and they will report to the US team before the training camp ends."

Mo Mengchen wouldn't say anything stupid about reporting for duty so late, would there be no tacit understanding? The third team of Dream Team is also very dominant, and has the strength to win the championship without calling a timeout throughout the process.

The so-called tacit understanding, under the advantage of strength and talent, is actually bullshit.

Five college students can kill all junior high school students in a random team, because the gap is too big.

cahildah club

"Just stop here, go find a place to stay, and I will call you if there is anything to do," Mo Mengchen said.

Madela lightly agreed.

Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage and walked in. The security guard at the gate saw him and let him in without even asking.

Mo Mengchen thought that Jordan or others had told them who would come, and they even had photos of everyone in their hands, so they only needed to remember the faces.

"I watched your game live, Dor.Mo."

A black man with a mustache walked in front of Mo Mengchen with a wide smile. He was a typical manager.

His smile to honored guests may be the sweetest in the whole world, if not, it is one of the sweetest.

Such a smile can make people less vigilant.

"Has the training started yet?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"No, not yet. Michael knows that you are just here. There will be no training today, and he will have a party by the pool when everyone gathers later." The black man with the mustache explained.

Still having a party?Mo Mengchen didn't want to see these people's half-naked heroic appearance at all, and he didn't want them to see his half-naked appearance. He was here for training, not for a party.

Dor.Mo thought frankly.

The Kahilda Club has also prepared rooms for guests. Only some people are willing to live in them. Those big guys like to put on a show. They think that only star-rated hotels are worthy of their worth. People will laugh at them if they live in this rough room. of.

In fact, the room here is not bad, at least Mo Mengchen can't find anything wrong with it, because he had someone clean the inside and outside three times before going out, and he also tipped himself to ensure that their work would not be compromised.

"You are too polite!" said the cleaner with a smile.

"Thank you." Mo Mengchen was going to find someone, whether it was Jordan or anyone else, he wanted to see an NBA player other than him right now.

After a few seconds, he got his wish.

He saw his teammate—Grant Hill.

He is not surprised.

Also at the same time, Hill saw him.

He was surprised.

The two looked at each other.

Mo Mengchen deliberately asked: "Why are you here?"

"I still want to ask you, why are you here?" Hill was very surprised.

Mo Mengchen said, "Michael invited you."

"I was also invited by Michael, but why did he invite you? Even if the guy who came here is not a star, he will definitely be a star in the future." Grant looked confused.

As expected of a beast from Duke, it can even hurt people so silently.

Mo Mengchen said: "Can this awkward chat end? Tell me what I can do now."

"The swimming pool is a 2-minute walk from here. If you are not interested, the basketball hall is in front, with a full set of facilities, and a ball boy who picks up the ball, your favorite."

"Goodbye."

Since he can practice, Mo Mengchen is not interested in going to any swimming pool. Anyway, they still have to meet up later. He would rather use this time to practice shooting than chatting by the pool.

What's more, there are caddy!
The distance from the NBA three-point line before it was shortened, Mo Mengchen could walk here from the basket with his eyes closed.

His teammates don't know why he chose to practice three-pointers in this position, because the three-point line has been shortened-they will definitely feel that Mo Mengchen has a vision in the future. I am not used to the length of the sub-line after it is changed back.

After scoring ten goals in a row, he hit the ground running.

The ball bounced and rolled towards the door.

The caddy was about to pick it up when he stepped on the ball with one foot.

"Stephen, I don't need to introduce this one. Everyone likes to call him Dor.Mo, but I know him very well," Jerry Stackhouse said, pointing to Mo Mengchen. "He prefers us to call him Dor. Mo." Aussie."

Although the young Marbury is not as badass as he was in New York later, gold is gold after all, and badness can be divided into small bad and big bad.

His current evil has begun to take shape, and after hearing Stackhouse's introduction, he just wants to come up and provoke him.

"Mo, are you so serious? Why don't you sit by the pool for a while?" Marbury asked with a smile, "Are you worried that you won't be able to withstand the beautiful women in swimsuits?"

Mo Mengchen gave up that ball, picked up another ball, and said, "No, I just don't want to see some trash who led the team to win the No. [-] lottery."

Marbury's expression changed.

Stackhouse snorted, "If I switch positions with you, the result won't be any different. The league's eyes are sharp. I'm in the first team, and you're in the second team, understand?"

"There is still a difference. We played five games against No. [-] in the Eastern Conference before losing the game unfortunately. You can buy a fishing rod until the end of the season. You have now achieved your wish-I don’t know if Florida’s flowers are related to the Can the fish pond satisfy you, a genius in the bad world?"

Mo Mengchen jokingly said, he made a three-pointer with his left hand and scored.

The ball boy picks up the ball and passes it.

The atmosphere was awkward, Stackhouse didn't know how to refute, and Marbury couldn't get in anyway.

He originally wanted to play for Stackhouse, but he has just entered the league and has only played a few summer league games without any results. The only advantage is that he has a higher pick than Mo Mengchen.

So what?Mo Mengchen has actually played for a season.

Stackhouse was blushed by Mo Mengchen, let out a cold snort, and took Marbury aside.

If they don't make noise, Mo Mengchen won't talk to them.

He practiced shooting seriously and shot two thousand balls in one breath.

The ball boy who passed the ball was about to lose his hand, and Mo Mengchen looked as if he could throw another [-] pitches if he had enough time.

Looking at the time, Mo Mengchen said: "Let's stop here today, please."

The caddy has a premonition that life will be difficult for the next half month, this is a pervert.

How can anyone come here and do nothing but practice shooting?Fortunately, this guy has an open shot, otherwise he wouldn't run to kill me?
Mo Mengchen didn't think about it, he just wanted to sweat.

That evening, the pool party went ahead as planned.

These people drink and sunbathe by the pool during the day, and drink by the pool at night, but there are a few more games.

Play cards, barbecue, swim, or pull a beautiful woman in a swimsuit to find a small dark corner to do something related to human reproduction.

After Mo Mengchen appeared, he saw a chubby fat man running towards him and gave him a bear hug that wasn't nice at all.

Fortunately, his strength has grown a lot compared to the All-Star Weekend, otherwise he would have been hit by this fat man and thrown into the swimming pool.

"Come on, let me introduce, this is Dor.Mo, I think you all know it, but I have to tell you something you don't know, this is my little brother, I'm covered, no one is allowed to bully him here!" Barkley grumbled loudly.

With a cigar in his mouth, Jordan scolded, "Shut up, you fucking fat pig! This is my place, my party, my training camp. If you want to cover it, I will cover it. What does it have to do with you?"

"Aren't we brothers? What's yours is mine, and what you cover is mine!"

This fat man's sophistry skills are comparable to his fat gain skills.

Even in this bustling training camp, the distribution of camps is still obvious.

Rogue hooligans like Jordan, Barkley, and Tim Hardaway all sit together.

Those who are more elegant and gentleman like the Admiral, Penny, Devil Mountain, and Kevin Johnson also sit together.

As for Stackhouse, Marbury, Antoine Walker and others, they formed their own small camp long before Mo Mengchen arrived.

"Mo, you can sit wherever you want." Jordan laughed.

Am I really going to do whatever I want?
Mo Mengchen turned back to Hill and Penny and said, "I'll have a few words with them."

"Speak politely, this is not Detroit." Hill instructed.

"You teach me?" After finishing speaking, Mo Mengchen turned around and sat beside Jordan and the others.

With a cigar in his mouth, Jordan was surrounded by a Latin beauty with a strong figure to accompany him: "It seems that everyone has arrived."

"Come on, I'm ready to kill you to death!" Buckley cleared the table and took out dozens of checks. The amount on them was not large, each of which was 1000 US dollars.

For ordinary people, getting a ticket is considered a considerable amount of income, but for Barkley, this little money is pocket money to send homeless people or have some fun for himself.

"Lucy, help us deal the cards." Jordan said to the Latin beauty beside him.

(End of this chapter)