You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 31 The Interesting Newcomer

Mo Mengchen took Houston's money and helped veterans buy water, which is a compulsory course for newcomers.

Some talented rookies can escape, for example, like Hill, he has never bought water for veterans, and there will be no veterans who are not open-eyed let him buy water. He is the kind of player who enters the NBA. Others knew he was going to be a star player.

Mo Mengchen walked out of the closed training ground, and there were several supermarkets at a glance.

He picked one at random.

"Hello, what do you need?" the waiter asked.

"You, and all the soda in your refrigerator, I requisitioned."

In order to get it done once and for all, Mo Mengchen simply hired a waiter and requisitioned the soda in the entire supermarket. From today until the end of the training camp, the soda in this supermarket will only be supplied to the Pistons.

"Give me your number. If necessary, I will let you bring some things. Now please bring these waters and go back with me."

Mo Mengchen gave enough tips, and the other party didn't hesitate, holding more than a dozen bottles of water in his arms, plus what Mo Mengchen held in his hand, these waters were enough to distribute to everyone in the training camp.

"Are you a Pistons player?"

The waiter obviously doesn't pay much attention to the NBA, otherwise there is no reason not to recognize that the big money next to him is the No. 18 pick of the Pistons who has recently become famous.

The three words Mo Mengchen are really difficult for Americans to pronounce. They would rather remember him with the awkward name of "Pistons No. 18 show" than spend a few seconds studying his history. name.

"Man, this is my friend. He will often send things over in the future, remember to let him in."

Mo Mengchen coaxed him to pay off the security guards in the training hall with a tip, to ensure that he would not waste time on these boring things in the future.

"The water is coming."

Houston stared and said, "Although I gave you a lot of money, you don't have to buy so much, do you? Rookie, are you crazy?"

"I want to make sure that you can all drink water, so that I don't have to stop what I'm doing to help you run errands." Mo Mengchen put down the water.

Then, he picked up a bottle of 100% juice from it, grabbed a ball and walked to the training hall.

"Rookie, you spend too much money." Dumas didn't drink any water, he followed Mo Mengchen and said, "Maybe it's easy for you to make money now, but you will soon find that the more we earn, the more we spend, The money will be spent sooner or later, before you get old, leave yourself a way out."

Mo Mengchen looked back at him and said: "You are right, I have a small goal now, to make my bank deposit reach eight figures."

Dumars laughed: "If you spend like this every day, you will never save this much money."

"If it saves time, I think the money is worth spending." Mo Mengchen said, "I don't want to hear an old bird like you ask me to buy something during training."

Even though Mo Mengchen had no respect for these old birds, Dumas didn't care, he was just a very kind person.

"The NBA is full of all kinds of people. You have to blend in, you have to adapt first. Alan is a good guy, he's just..." Even Dumars couldn't think of a good adjective to describe the king of the field, so he made a distorted expression, " You know."

Mo Mengchen and Dumars have a special connection, the most direct point: they are both No.18 picks in the first round.

As a representative of the Bad Boys Legion, Dumas is the only positive image in it. Where there is black there is white. No matter how villainous the forces are, there are also several positive characters.

Dumars' character allowed him to have many friends in the NBA. They blocked Jordan's Bulls in the Eastern District for three consecutive years. His teammates beat Jordan wildly on the court, but it didn't hurt his friendship with Jordan.

"He's the kind of good guy that makes it hard to hate him," Jordan said of Dumars.

With a height of 191 cm, in the 80s he and the Smiling Assassins formed the most fearsome backcourt duo in the Eastern District. After the Assassins retired two years ago, he took the initiative to transform and played point guard, and he also played well.

He is very versatile, has no obvious weaknesses, has the best team, has the best defensive team, won the finals MVP, can play two positions, and now he is old, he is also indispensable for this Pistons team Character, he has an echoing effect on and off the court, and his one-handed shooting is also the most stable point of this Pistons team.

For this Pistons team that lacks talent, range, and mature system, and seems to lack everything, Dumars can be said to be their pinnacle.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball on the ground and began to practice three-pointers.

Dumars was watching, and he found that Luis M. Lore was honestly receiving and passing the ball under the basket.

"Is he not training?"

"This is our game."

"Oh?"

Dumas wants to know the specific content of this game.

"With a limit of [-] shots, he and I will take shots one by one. If I miss a shot, he will take the shot and I will pass the ball."

After all, Mo Mengchen hit the ball.

"He looks a little lonely." Dumas looked at the numb Lore.

Luoer is not only lonely, he is simply in pain. He thought that Mo Mengchen would miss the shot soon, but he was wrong, very wrong.

Mo Mengchen wouldn't miss shots at all. In a training state without any confrontation, his shots were so accurate that it made people want to be rough.

There are four rookies in the team this year, and Mo Mengchen is the one who impressed Dumars the most, not just his performance in the summer league, nor his interesting rumors.

When I saw him today, he had the feeling that being famous is not as good as meeting him, and meeting him is worse than being famous.

This newcomer is really interesting.

Gradually, Mo Mengchen's shooting began to attract the attention of others, and he kept shooting at one point, without missing a shot for 10 consecutive minutes.

Almost 1 shots in a minute.

He hit 300 consecutive shots.

Seeing this shooting skill, Terry Mills was amazed: "Rookie, your shooting is almost catching up with Reggie Miller!"

Mo Mengchen didn't reply.

Mills can also be regarded as a more characteristic player in this era. With a height of 208 cm, he looks very fat, or puffy. At first glance, he looks like a shrunken version of the big baby Davis.

Such a thick body has a delicate shot.

His range can extend beyond the three-point line, a rare trait in this era.

"Mo, please throw it away!"

Lol's pass is about to spit out.

So, Mo Mengchen finally missed the shot, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"How many goals in a row has he scored?" Hill asked.

"At least three hundred." Mills didn't read the whole thing.

"Don't you guys think his shot is funny?" Michael Curry laughed.

"like this!"

Hill imitated Mo Mengchen's ball-handling gesture.

"It's so cool, he has the coolest shooting gesture in the world!" Hill muttered beside him, "Why don't I have such an idea like him? It's a pity!"

Just as Lore was about to make a shot, Houston came out and said, "Mo, how about adding one?"

"We're comparing three-pointers."

The implication of Mo Mengchen's words is: Why are you, the CIC king, here to join in the fun?
Alan Houston is well-known for his extremely standard shooting movements and abnormally accurate mid-range shots, but he is also very good at three-pointers. Last season, he averaged 4.9 shots per game and hit 2.1 goals. He can be said to be the best shooter in the team .

"Don't fucking think I'm only good at mid-range shots. As long as it's shooting, I can do anything. Compared to shooting, I'm the strongest in history!"

Seeing Mo Mengchen's attack, Houston was eager to prove himself in front of this group of rookies.

"If Louis agrees, I have no objection." Mo Mengchen said.

Just like that, Houston's eyes fell on Lore, and his fierce eyes made Lore tremble.

"But. I, I. I have passed the ball to Mo for more than ten minutes. I finally got this opportunity, I"

"Then let you vote first, and I'll make up for you if you miss it. Is that okay?"

Houston is not an unreasonable person. After saying this, Lore relaxed. Once he relaxed, the feeling disappeared.

For the first ball, he shot directly at the front of the basket.

After waiting more than ten minutes for the opportunity, I just flew away.

Luo Er ran to Mo Mengchen's side in desperation.

He was already frustrated enough, but Mo Mengchen thought he wasn't depressed enough, so he spat out trash talk: "How dare you compete with me in shooting with your skills?"

"I shot very accurately, but I made a mistake just now, and my rhythm was disrupted by him." Lore complained in a low voice.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "Don't you want an absolute good chance every time you make a shot? Do you think your opponent will give you such a good chance every time?"

At this time, Houston scored ten goals in a row.

There was applause all around.

However, the facts also proved that he did not exaggerate. Hill's words made Houston flutter, and his tail cocked to the clouds.

"Alan, let the rookies see the shooting skills of the top shooter of the Pistons!"

"okay!"

"Duang!"

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and said to the twitching Houston, "Please pass the ball for me."

"Hmph!" Huston yelled, "I don't believe you still have such a good touch!"

Mo Mengchen scored ten goals in a row.

Hill started again: "As of today, the top scorer of the Pistons has changed hands!"

Mo Mengchen was unmoved, and scored another ten goals in a row.

"Only an idiot would be dazzled by such silly compliments." Mo Mengchen said flatly.

Dumas couldn't stop laughing: "This guy is so funny!"

No matter how much movement there is around, Mo Mengchen is always silently doing what he is good at.

Shoot, keep shooting, make every shot perfect.

At first, Houston just thought that Mo Mengchen's shot was good, but after a while, he found out.

This kid feels exactly the same every time he makes a move?
How to score the last goal, how to score this goal.

How could there be such a terrible hand feeling?

"Could it be because of the way he handles the ball?" Houston watched as Mo Mengchen turned into a pistol gesture after making a shot.

　You can refer to the system attributes and total evaluation, but not all of them. The three-pointer is a talent that I bring to the protagonist.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)