You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 228 The future is bright
"Making a charge with the ball?"

Dumas seems surprised?

"Are you serious?"

I don't look serious?
"Is this your job?"

What's the problem with rain and dew?
Dumas asked Mo Mengchen three questions in succession, but Mo Mengchen only complained in his heart, his face was as calm as the surface of a lake.

Mo Mengchen didn't look like he was joking. Dumas thought, if he really wants to ask for advice on making a dribble, he is indeed the most suitable candidate.

From the end of the 80s to the entire 90s, Dumars changed from the 2nd position to the 1st position, and his opponents changed again and again. Monster, he can't do much. When he was young, he had the Legion of Bad Boys to support him. After entering the 90s, His Majesty the Flying Man announced that his time had come, and the Legion of Bad Boys gradually disintegrated. Dumas needed to find a new one. The solution.

One of his methods is to make a dribble and hit someone.

"You really want to know?" Dumas asked.

Mo Mengchen's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Yes."

Dumas' eyes subconsciously aimed at Mo Mengchen's knee.

Mo Mengchen's injury is not a secret. Everyone knows that he is very fragile. He has been able to maintain full attendance since his rookie season. Many doctors call it the biggest miracle in recent years.

Knowing that his body is fragile, the team will not assign some more expensive tasks to him.

Making a dribble hit is simple and easy to say, but difficult and difficult to say. The most important thing is to be prepared to be injured by someone.

Not every time he makes a dribble, he uses his acting skills, and some of them are really knocked down by the opponent.

"I have no other meaning, but I don't think you are suitable for learning this." Dumas laughed.Holding a fork in both hands, he yelled at the waiter on the side: "Aren't we a VIP seat? Why are we so slow? My stomach is almost starving!"

"Don't worry, work slowly and carefully, the Japanese are like this."

Mo Mengchen took out the cup he prepared and poured a glass of water.

"It's impossible for me to rely on my existing skills to play." Mo Mengchen raised his cup, "This is far from enough."

"But you can still play really well," Dumars said.

"Being good is not enough." Mo Mengchen said, "It's not enough for me."

Dumars smiled: "If you want to learn so much, you can watch Larry Bird's video, aren't you a fan of him?"

"Larry is great, but I don't want to get myself injured like he did. He doesn't care about the consequences of his playing, and I can't ignore the consequences of doing so." Mo Mengchen was helpless, "So I can only ask you .”

Dumars is also in a dilemma. If he really wants to say it, he doesn't know how to explain the secret of making a dribble: "It's like stealing the ball."

"Steal the ball?"

Is this concept too abstract?

Dumars said: "If you want to steal a ball, what do you need to do?"

"Slots, anticipation, and preemptive strikes."

"That's right, it's the same for dribbling and hitting people." Dumars's smile can almost hatch eggs.

Mo Mengchen even wanted to find an egg and put it under his fat buttocks to see if it could hatch.

Dumas picked up chopsticks as a metaphor: "For example, this chopstick is Gary Payton, and this chopstick is Dor.Mo"

Mo Mengchen raised his eyebrows, this guy actually made fun of him.

Dumars said: "Gary broke through the first line of defense. Dor.Mo felt that his speed could not keep up with him. Dor.Mo decided to make his foul, so Dor.Mo had to count his steps carefully and stand in time. In the right position, neither fast nor slow, less than half a second and more will cause the plan to fail."

"This is what I said just now, position blocking, pre-judgment, pre-emptive strikes, none of them can be missing, and none of them can be wrong."

It must be said that Dumars is charming when he is serious, and the guy is a natural leader.

"There's only one question, can you give me an example in front of me? You're still speaking in the third person, I'm very uncomfortable." Mo Mengchen complained.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Dumas laughed. "I read novels the same way. If there is any novel written with the No.1 name, I will directly throw it into the trash can. The third person is king!"

Dumars was wrong. If he was looking at Xiao Huangwen, No.1 would have a stronger sense of substitution.

Mo Mengchen is not interested in discussing with this guy which novel is better: "The concept you provided is good, but it's not worth much. Do you have any other secrets?"

"The secret is to be bold," Dumars said. "You have to risk being bruised, because your opponent may think of fouling you hard because you can't avoid the foul, so that you don't dare to do it next time." Stop him."

That's the crux of the matter.

Does Mo Mengchen dare to create such a dribbling attack?
Even if he dared, the coaching staff would stop him.

What is making a charge compared to what he's worth?
"That's right, you're right." Mo Mengchen pondered and didn't ask any further questions.

The waiter brought the dish up.

Dumas sniffed the fragrance. There were fish, meat and noodles. Like Mo Mengchen, he liked to eat noodles. With the addition of extremely delicious sauces, after stirring, the food in front of him became The tastiest thing in the world.

Dumas has no image at all in front of Mo Mengchen, there are many ugly eating faces, and this is the first time I have seen such ugly ones.

How did a guy like that become friends with an asshole like Jordan?

Although Jordan has no cleanliness, but with his eating habits, Jordan will inevitably hurt him, right?So how good-tempered is Dumars to be good friends with Jordan?
There are more and more questions, but this is a boring one.

The question now is not asking for advice on dribbling someone, but how Mo Mengchen can maintain his appetite in the face of such an ugly person.

"Eat, Mo."

Dumas ate his mouthful.

"You look like you just got out of prison." Mo Mengchen said.

Dumas said without hesitation: "The most important thing is to feel comfortable."

Then don't make others uncomfortable, okay?
Having said that, Dumars has also gained weight recently. Mo Mengchen remembers that he retired in the 99 season, that is to say, there are still two years left.

Has Dumars lost control of his size at the end of his career?

In just a few seconds, Mo Mengchen thought of the answer, because of him.

Because of his arrival, Dumars lost his starting position. As a meritorious veteran of the team, he is happy to see someone take over. He also knows that his status in the team will be further reduced in the future, so he let himself go.

"Looks like you're all right."

Still have, how to behave very appetizing in front of you?This is a problem.

Mo Mengchen slowly rolled the noodles with a knife and fork, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Since you have no problem, then I have a problem." Dumars said, "You know the team is not calm now? You also know why it is not calm. Our season is not going well. Obviously we have a better lineup. Depth, but the game that came out was like ever-changing weather, good and bad, I don’t even know how to describe the feeling, Doug was out of ideas.”

Mo Mengchen put a roll of noodles into his mouth, and stared at Dumas mischievously like a child.

What do you want to say, Joe?

Dumars said: "You and I both know how to solve this problem. I am too old. I can't cheer up that group of young people and work hard, but you can."

"Why do you think I can?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Dumas wiped his mouth with a paper towel—it was terrible. Mo Mengchen had just eaten a third of it, and the plates in front of him were empty, and even the oil and water had dried up. This guy really lived up to the farmer uncle. Not a grain of food is wasted.

"This question is a bit ridiculous." Dumars said, "I joined the team in 85, and the team already has such an excellent guy as Isaiah Thomas, and I am willing to help him; the Magic just entered the league, and the Lakers also have Kareem. Such a great center; even Larry Bird didn't make it to the top of the team in his first year."

"When you joined the team last year, I thought you were pretty good; as soon as the preseason training camp was over, I thought you could replace me in the starting position; halfway through the season, most of the team has been willing to follow your leadership; and the Bulls After that game.” Dumars said these things as familiarly as he talked about himself, “Although our team has excellent players like Grant and Alan, you only used two-thirds of the regular season. Just let them bow to you, and with that alone, you can change the situation in front of you."

Mo Mengchen continued to roll the noodles, and then said: "What if I don't want to?"

Dumas asked, "Why?"

"A successful team must be united as one. If we intrigue all day long and have evil intentions, we will eventually collapse." Mo Mengchen's appetite has completely disappeared. He really can't eat, but it seems that it has nothing to do with Dumas.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "I would rather sacrifice this season than return to a stable team."

"Sacrificing this season?"

Dumars couldn't believe the words were spoken by a player.

Mo Mengchen is like a mature and stable management personnel. Facing the team's downturn, he said hopelessly: "Let's play badly."

But he is a player!

"This is an exaggeration. I don't believe that our fans and the media will endure until that moment; I also don't believe that those people above will watch Doug play a good hand of cards to pieces."

Mo Mengchen decided to give up these foods. He had told himself ten times in his heart that it was shameful to waste, but he still couldn't arouse his appetite, so there was nothing he could do.

"Pay the bill!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

Looking at the stunned Dumas, Mo Mengchen patted him on the shoulder: "Be happy, Joe, the future is bright."

But until the light comes, we will still move forward in the dark.

(End of this chapter)