You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 251 Don't Stop

Barkley, Mahon and others left after washing.

Mo Mengchen was still studying the system inside.

What he looks at now is skill.

The first skill he got, "Left-Handed Assassin", allows his left hand to have the same ability as his right hand. Since he doesn't use it much, the skill level is only B-level.

However, the skill "Soft as Boneless" has brought him great convenience. Through this skill, even if he can't find the center of gravity when he breaks through, he will not panic. His coordination and balance beyond ordinary people can help him Landing safely, he even found the secret to aiming for the rim after losing his balance as his skill level improved.

Today, this skill has reached B+.

As for the two "Master of Steps" and "Defender of the Way", one is rarely used, and the other is just obtained, so I won't mention it.

"Mo, how long are you going to pretend?"

When Hill spoke suddenly, Mo Mengchen thought he had already finished washing and left.

"I don't want others to catch my weaknesses, and I don't want others to know my shortcomings. If you want me to answer this question, the answer is forever." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill sighed: "You pretend to be bad at something you are good at. I really don't know how you do it."

If you're like me and have had 3 ACL tears, countless trials, and countless hardships to get on this platform, you can do it too, and it's so easy.

In order to survive in the alliance, it's that simple.

"As long as you want, you can do it, just like your three-pointer, just like my defense. Now that my defense has been practiced, what about your three-pointer?"

This season, Hill averaged 2 three-pointers per game, hit 0.3 goals, and a 15% shooting rate.

With such accuracy, he said he practiced hard during the offseason.

Mo Mengchen didn't quite believe it.

"But I averaged 15 points per game on 26% three-point shooting. Does that mean that I don't need it that much?" Hill said.

Does this guy have to lose his underwear to practice three-pointers?

Mo Mengchen remembered that Hill practiced three-pointers in the long offseason in the shrinking season two years later.

That was his peak season, and before that, he had been in the first round of the playoffs for many years.

"I can still gain a foothold in the team without defense. Does this mean that I don't need to defend?" Mo Mengchen said coldly, "No, this is selfish. Grant, because you don't have a three-pointer, so I and Alan, the others You must have certain shooting skills to open up one-on-one single-handed space for you, and this thing that should be done by yourself has fallen to us."

"It's like my defense, because my defense was bad before, so you need to spend a lot of energy to make up for my missing points, so I practiced hard and finally made a little progress. This is by no means my limit. I will continue to improve.”

Mo Mengchen turned off the shower and said, "The most stupid thing about you is to let the whole world know that your three-pointers are not accurate."

"You call me stupid? I graduated from Duke with a GPA of 4.5! Duke, you know? It's the top ten university in the United States!"

Mom is in a hurry.

"Isn't it amazing?" Mo Mengchen sneered, "China will catch a lot of idiots like you who are studious and can get high grades but can't be flexible."

Hill should really look at Mo Mengchen's smile, he will definitely be hit hard, there is nothing more mocking than his current smile.

Mo Mengchen put on a towel, opened the shower, and walked into the dressing room.

The post-match summary meeting is over, and most of the players have left.

Mo Mengchen wiped his hair and slowly changed his clothes.

Hill came out too.

"I'm not a nerd." Hill said.

Mo Mengchen said without looking back, "It looks a lot like wearing glasses."

"Damn it, you are not much better, you are like a strict and rigid head teacher!" Hill retaliated.

Mo Mengchen smiled helplessly: "Have you ever thought that I will become a strict and rigid class teacher because you, an idiot, might be angry?"

"You!" Mo Mengchen was the only one who could make Hill's handsome face, which attracted the hearts of young and old women all over America, furious.

Others in the locker room saw the two bickering, but no one interrupted.

In the war between father and mother, father often wins, but mother has a strong self-healing ability and does not need others to comfort her.

Mo Mengchen packed up his things and walked out of the dressing room first.

The team bus waits at the west gate of the Georgia Dome.

There are countless Eagles fans out there ready to help their team burn out opponents after games.

When Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage and walked here, he heard more and more abuse from the Eagles fans.

"Aussie!"

"Yellow monkey!"

"You better go back to Asia for a waste like you!"

These guys don't care about racism, they just want to annoy their opponents.

Mo Mengchen finally understood why the players liked to wear earphones when they walked outside, because it could isolate all the noise.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Mo Mengchen has experienced this. Last year's Magic fans were not much worse than this.

He stomped onto the bus, high-fived his teammates, and took his seat.

"It seems that you are used to the cursing of these people." Lore said.

"Accustomed to being scolded?" Mo Mengchen said, "I'm not that cheap."

Luo Er said: "But you don't seem to respond."

There is a reaction, isn't that what they want?

"I can't let them succeed, but that doesn't mean I can't take their words to heart. I'm just holding my breath. There's still a game to play." Mo Mengchen said.

Luo Er originally wanted to complain to Mo Mengchen, but when he heard this, he suppressed the pain in his heart.

Originally, he wanted to say that the biggest pain was not being caught and scolded by this group of people.

The biggest pain is that when he came here, the fans stared at him for a few times, and then they didn't know his name, what performance he had, and no one dared to risk the dissatisfaction of the world by spouting the word "nigger".

Therefore, the process of him getting on the bus can be said to be uneventful.

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and waited for the staff to arrive. Before that, he could take a rest.

The bus arrives at the hotel.

For some, the night has just begun, and the shortly-concluded game is just a warm-up.

For some, the night is over and the only thing they want to do is go back to their room and sleep.

For some people, although they are tired, there are still some things they haven't done.

For example, Mo Mengchen, he squinted on the bus for a while, and now he was hungry, he had to make something for himself.

However, this hotel offers nothing but food, drink and sleep.

Mo Mengchen couldn't trust the food in the hotel.

Looking at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

He didn't have to go to the hospital tomorrow, so he decided to break the curfew and leave the hotel for supper.

Every team has a curfew, but for a team like the Pistons, it's like it doesn't exist.

Unless Collins suddenly makes a mistake and wants to catch a typical example, he can get in and out as he wants.

Mo Mengchen took out a fake beard and put it on, it was the only disguise tonight.

On a big night, you don't need to do too much preparation.

The street where the hotel is located is also a famous safe street. There has been no criminal record in the past ten years. Even so, Mo Mengchen still carried a small knife with him.

Mo Mengchen entered a supermarket and found some instant food.

Seeing Mo Mengchen, the night shift attendant said in surprise, "Are you Dor.Mo?"

"Dor.Mo came to buy food from you in the middle of the night? You are so humorous." Mo Mengchen put on a weird accent and added a very confusing mustache.

When the other party heard him say that, he was a little uncertain.

Although the person in front of him looked very similar to Mo Mengchen, but he had seen Mo Mengchen's post-match interview, and his voice was much nicer.

This guy's voice is like a mature drake.

"Forty in total," said the waiter.

"There's no need to look for it." Mo Mengchen dropped a hundred-yuan bill.

The other party was startled, if it wasn't for Dor.Mo, how could he be so generous?

No, he is!

The waiter followed out, but Mo Mengchen had already gone away.

Mo Mengchen returned to the hotel with the instant food bought from the supermarket. By the time he finished his supper, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

He had to wait a little longer, because if he went to bed now, the supper would be hard to digest.

The nights were long, it was his life, every day.

According to Gym, Mo Mengchen has an ectomorphic physique.

The upper body is short, the limbs are slender, the palms and soles are long and narrow, and there is very little fat storage; the narrow chest and shoulders are usually attached to thin and long muscle tissue.

People with this constitution usually have a more developed nervous system but a thin body.

Therefore, the process of growing flesh for Mo Mengchen was extremely hard.

He has to eat five meals a day, never lacks, does not slack off in training, and does everything he needs to do.

In the past two years, his weight has barely risen from 77 kg to 84 kg, which is the weight before the start of the season.

After the long regular season, he lost two catties of meat, and he can only maintain at 83 kilograms so far.

An example that has been cited many times: Jordan was already very thin when he was a rookie, but at that time Jordan weighed 85 kilograms, while Mo Mengchen is only 83 kilograms now.

It is precisely because his weight is too light that although his upper and lower body strength attribute points have reached the top level, he cannot have an overwhelming strength advantage.

If his weight reaches 100 kilograms, his strength will be terrifying.

It's a pity that with his progress, he should be thankful if he can reach 90 kg in the future.

Weight, like defense, injury risk and physical fitness, has always troubled Mo Mengchen.

He hopes that he can become an opponent's offensive nightmare like Payton; he also hopes that he can play in the air like Jordan; he hopes that he has a strong body that can crush opponents effortlessly, just like James Same.

It has been two years, and he still has a long, long way to go to achieve these targets.

The important thing is not to stop.

He said it over and over in his mind, and then fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)