You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 210 Beware
1996/12/22

winter solstice
Pistons status: [-] consecutive victories.

Existing attribute points: 18100.

There are two away games left, one in Charlotte against the Hornets and one against the Knicks in New York.

Both teams are playoff teams, and the rough East pays attention to brutal confrontation. Therefore, it can be said that these are two tough battles.

Five consecutive trips have won two consecutive victories, and Collins's employment method has been questioned by many people.

In the first game on the road against the Cavaliers, the second unit did not perform well, so Collins allowed the starters to play an average of 40 minutes that night.

Alan Houston, who claims to be immortal, played for 46 minutes and never played in the game. He was not replaced until the last 2 minutes of garbage time.

Houston has no complaints, but Collins is so employing people, and the outside world has more and more doubts.

"At the beginning of the season, I said that the Pistons would have one of the thickest teams in the league, maybe not one. Now I take that very seriously." - ESPN columnist Jason Lee Chad.

"Someone says George Karl is the craziest coach ever. I laugh. I'm going to ask him to watch two Pistons games. Doug is just as crazy as Karl." - Michigan State Journal .

"Please don't say that Dor.Mo has a serious injury risk. He has played healthily under Doug Collins until now, which is enough to show that he has a body of steel!" ——Dreams Come, the sneaker company behind Mo Mengchen True to complain about.

All kinds of public opinion swept over Collins. He was very unhappy even though the team was winning streak.

"My goal is the same as yours. We both want to get that damn winning bonus. Therefore, we must win fifteen consecutive victories!"

Bill Davidson's so-called doubling of the winning bonus was originally intended to motivate the team, but now it has become an excuse for Collins to play the main force.

When he said this, others had no reason to refute it, because it was indeed the poor performance of the second team that caused the main players to play a significant increase in playing time.

"Adam, are you very dissatisfied with Doug's arrangement?"

Mark Jones desperately needs someone to join his camp now, and they alone can't make waves.

Frouseth looked up and said with a smile: "Mark, this is not something you and I should care about."

"Just chatting, it doesn't hurt," Jones said. "The average playing time of the five starters over the past two games is 38 minutes."

"We have such a deep lineup, but we are playing a seven-man rotation."

"It's actually a rotation of eight people." Frauses interrupted him.

Jones sneered: "Yeah, there are only seven players playing in the first 45 minutes of a game, and one more player is sent to finish the game in the last three minutes. It is indeed an eight-man rotation."

Frye didn't know what Jones wanted him to say.

The coaching staff was divided into two factions, and he stood in the middle, displeased both sides. If he hadn't possessed real talents and knowledge, he would have been unable to stay here long ago.

"Mark, everyone wants the winning bonus. You can't go against everyone's will, and it's not good for you." In Frases' view, the best thing Collins did was to use the winning bonus as an excuse. It's for everyone, because no one doesn't like money, it's really just for his own face.

Leading the team to a [-]-game winning streak is a bright spot on any coach's resume.

Jones said: "Do you also support his time allocation?"

"I think the distribution of playing time between our players in these two games is not reasonable, but this is not long-term; moreover, I think it is even more inappropriate for you and me to discuss this matter in private." Frauses does not want to continue to discuss this matter He went on, "If you need, we can go to Doug and talk about it."

"Oh, there's no need for that." Jones smiled seemingly casually, turned and walked away.

Frouseth has a face that makes it impossible to lose your temper with him.

Although his figure is on the fat side, his face matches his figure, and he is the typical nice guy.

To put it simply, it is kindness.

We have all met such a person, chatting with him a few words, or just looking at his face, you feel that this person is very kind, and after communicating with him, we found that this is indeed the case.

Frauses is such a person, he has the ability to tell right from wrong, and the chaos in the team does not mix with any party.

Moreover, he knows very well who the person who really has the ability to change this matter is.

Frases has been counting Mo Mengchen's shots.

When most sharpshooters practice three-pointers, they feel that it is easy to shoot 100 or 93 or 94 out of 95, but Mo Mengchen is different.

When he doesn't feel it, his shooting will be unstable. Once he feels it, the shooting efficiency of every shot is simply creepy.

Moreover, his feelings always came very quickly, and if he didn't feel well, he would use a method that horrified Frauses to forcefully regain his feelings.

Left-handed shot.

The movement, strength and feel are exactly the same as those of the right hand.

Tried left-handed shots a few times, then switched back to right-handed shots, and the rhythm came right back.

Moreover, his private three-point training is all about shortening the previous three-point distance.

This is the secret to his 53% three-point shooting.

So far this season, Mo Mengchen has averaged 15 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists per game, shooting 62% from the field, 53% from the three-point range, and 94% from the free throw line, a terrifying 200% club.

He is synonymous with efficiency, he plays the most efficient game, no one knows how he maintains such a high efficiency.

If you let Frauses say, he will attribute 30% to his skills, 30% to his mind, and 40% to his teammates.

That's right, mate.

He is very good at using the strength of the team to cover up or make up for his own shortcomings. Due to the existence of his teammates, he does not have to spend a lot of energy on his weaknesses, and he can concentrate on doing what he is good at.

Very few people find this out.

This is also a manifestation of his wisdom, not to mention his leadership ability on and off the court.

This person is really strange.

Frauses had never seen a player like this.

Because of the existence of Mo Mengchen, he didn't make any suggestions because Collins was so stubborn.He also felt that the allocation of playing time for the players was unreasonable, but as a doctor, Mo Mengchen didn't raise any objections. What else could others say?

Players must know their own conditions better than the coaching staff, especially players who work as doctors privately.

However, there is obviously no problem, and he never spoke out to the media to cover Collins. Why?
Collins brought Mo Mengchen with him. They should be in the same camp, but so far this season, Frauses has seen the two quarrel many times. Although they haven't completely torn their faces apart, an obvious rift has appeared between them .

An opportunity, a fuse, and an accident similar to what happened in Sarajevo can completely burn the two fires and trigger a world war.

When will this moment come?

Frauses didn't know, the only thing he knew was that once this moment came, the Pistons would definitely change their look, and the winning side would definitely be the doctor.

"Shh!"

The thousandth ball.

Mo Mengchen bent down to pick up the towel, regardless of how many bacteria were on it, and wiped it up and down.

His cleanliness became less and less severe, and as his basketball career progressed, he became less resistant to these invisible invisible bacteria.

Luis M. Lore, who was passing the ball for him, asked, "Another thousand balls?"

"There is still a game tonight, I don't want to waste my feeling on it."

Mo Mengchen turned around and turned on the system. After days of training, his attributes finally improved.

Catch and shoot increased from 62 to 63;

Mid-range shots increased from 48 to 51;

——This is what Mo Mengchen didn't expect. He didn't practice much mid-range shooting, but he rose very fast, which shows that he has the talent for mid-range shooting.

Three-point shooting increased from 70 to 71;

Open three-pointers shot up from 64 to 66;

Core strength rose from 61 to 63.

This is all the changes. Many attributes have been slightly improved. As a result, his overall rating remains unchanged at 71.

"Mo, why does your left-handed shot look the same as your right-handed shot?"

Lore asked.

Mo Mengchen smiled: "You guess?"

"I guess you are left-handed." Lore said, "Isn't it?"

Even his teammates, Mo Mengchen has something to hide, because this group of people may change teams next season, and he doesn't want to expose his strengths and weaknesses.

These guys may become an opponent next season, an opponent who knows his strengths and weaknesses well. Although he will still be played by him, it will be troublesome.

If they go to a strong team and meet in the playoffs, there is no guarantee that they will not offer advice to the team. When the time comes, they will use targeted tactics one after another, which is too much for him now.

Therefore, if you can hide it, you can hide it, and if you can't hide it, you must find a way to prevaricate it.

"If there's nothing wrong with your eyes, then you shouldn't be coming to that conclusion."

Mo Mengchen ruthlessly denied Lore's guess, but did not give any answer.

Mo Mengchen knows Luo Er's power of observation. Even if he doesn't tell the truth, he will see the problem, which is his greatest advantage.

"Are you guarding against me?" Lol asked sadly.

"It's a little light for you to say that," Mo Mengchen said, "I'm careful to guard against you, just like spying and thieves."

"So you're really left-handed?"

"I didn't say that."

"You are!"

Sorry, I really am not.

Having a left-handed assassin doesn't mean he becomes left-handed, it just makes his left hand the same as his right hand on the court.

But it's okay for him to think so, because on the court, his left hand is as good as a southpaw.

In the end, I still can't hide it.

Mo Mengchen sighed, and suddenly saw a woman standing at the door of the training hall.

He almost blurted out: Rachel McAdams!
It's just this "Rachel McAdams" chest bump that wakes him up, and it's not Rachel, it's his assistant.

(End of this chapter)