You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 36
As long as you stay in this training camp for more than ten days, you will know what Mo Mengchen has shown in the training camp. He is like the leader of this team, and he is superior in the confrontation.

He controls the ball no matter who his teammates are.

Be it Houston, Hill, the respected Otis Thorpe or the Pistons legend Joe Dumars, everyone, as long as he was his teammate, listened to him.

Hunter is young, but he also knows what it means.

An ordinary rookie would never have such prestige.

His injuries, his past, and his selection have confused too many people.

As if some smart old bird would never make trouble for a rookie who was destined to become a star, Hunter realized that he may have offended the team's future leader.

"I shouldn't have asked for your money."

"Mo, I'm sorry."

"Apologize only when you do something wrong."

"You sold a jersey for a high price of 30. You are a smart businessman. What's wrong?"

After speaking, Mo Mengchen took his things and left the training hall.

Until today, Hunter did not know the meaning of that sentence.

"No, I don't need you to back down, you either get my friendship or 30, choose one."

Hunter realizes that he may lose Mo Mengchen's friendship forever.

Mo Mengchen came to that supermarket again.

"Mo, what do you need today?"

Aaron Bennett, the waiter who received tips from Mo Mengchen every day, came forward to greet him kindly.

"I want to buy something to eat."

"You can just make a phone call."

"No, dinner preparation is serious business, and I don't believe your eyes."

Bennett brought Mo Mengchen to the vegetable area: "The meat is in front."

"Thank you."

Mo Mengchen searched carefully, lack of water, don't.

It doesn't taste right, don't.

The color is lighter or darker, no.

It is not easy to find the perfect dish, it requires patience, Mo Mengchen is not lacking in patience, he searched for half an hour, and finally found the vegetables to use tonight.

Then he went to buy some chicken and beef.

"Mo, how long are you going to train here?" Bennett asked.

"secret."

"However, are you interested in being my little assistant?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Assistant? Me?"

Bennett opened his eyes wide: "Can I really do it? I have no strengths, I can only run errands, drive a car, and I didn't even go to college"

Mo Mengchen took out a business card: "If you decide, call me."

Recently, Patton has become more and more busy, and all the work of the agent has been left behind. It is not his fault. The new company has just opened, and the design of the sneakers has not yet been filled. After the start of the new season, wait for the time to launch the sneakers.

Being a company operator is far more difficult than being a broker.

And Mo Mengchen has a lot of things on hand now. He wants to write songs, but he is not satisfied with posting them on the Internet for free. When the right opportunity comes, he will let the whole world know who Ethan is.

As various affairs were pushed away, he wanted to do more and more things.

He can't handle these things alone. He needs an assistant. This assistant is not Bennett. As I said before, he is a small assistant.

Simply put, an Assistant's Assistant.

“im coming home~~”

Mo Mengchen hummed.

"Well, your voice is similar to Ethan's."

Unfortunately, Hill overheard.

"Really?" Mo Mengchen said, "I think this song is quite nice."

"It seems that we have similar tastes. I especially like the intro."

"Yes, Ethan sings really well." Mo Mengchen boasted brazenly.

Hill saw the vegetables and meat he brought back: "This is it?"

"I don't like takeaways, nor do I like the restaurants here. I want to cook by myself." Mo Mengchen asked politely, "Do you want to eat together?"

Hill said happily: "I've had enough of the restaurants here!"

That, people just ask politely.

Mo Mengchen didn't expect Hill to be so rude, he came as soon as he said it, and he was very enthusiastic: "What do you need me to do? Don't look at me like this, I can help you a lot."

"Please cut up the vegetables for me."

Then, Mo Mengchen picked up a kitchen knife and cut the meat.

After a few seconds, he was attracted by Hill's chopping of vegetables that day, and he really wanted to know what kind of knife skills can cut the instant sight of the Verdun meat grinder battle when chopping vegetables. feel.

Devil Mountain said that he is good at knife skills and can help, Mo Mengchen believed it.

So he destroyed the top-quality dishes that Mo Mengchen had spent half an hour picking out from the trash.

Looking at the vegetables that had been cut into seven or eight times, Mo Mengchen felt heartbroken.

"Uh, your knife is not easy to use." Hill laughed and made an excuse.

In this world, the scariest thing is not kindness, but the kindhearted people who are eager to help despite not being able to do anything.

"Your skill at chopping vegetables is as bad as your three-point shot!"

"This" Hill almost choked on this sentence, "my three-pointer is much better than my knife!"

Mo Mengchen snorted disdainfully, and quickly cut up the vegetables destroyed by Hill.

Hill was shocked by the scene in front of him. With this terrifying knife skill, within half a minute, the whole vegetable was cut neatly.

"You... are you a chef? Have you been a chef before?"

Mo Mengchen pointed at Hill with a kitchen knife, and said grimly: "If you used a scalpel to cut up other people's bodies every three days last year to do some interesting 'crafts', you would also become like I'm so good."

Mo Mengchen was laughing, a kind of uncomfortable laugh.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Hill made a decision that was better for both of them.

"Basketball Tactics Basics--Cover"

"Basketball Tactics Basics--Empty Cut"

"Basketball Tactics Basics - Man-to-Man Defense"

The first thing Hill saw were these three books, and behind these three books were a lot of technical and tactical books written by famous NCAA coaches.

Due to the excessive data and the detailed and messy tactical atlas of these books, it is difficult for beginners to read, and not many people read them.

Only a coach would keep so many tactics-related books in the room.

"Mo, do you want to be a coach?"

"Not interested in."

"It doesn't look like he's not interested."

Then, Hill saw a blueprint that gave him a headache.

Three-point threats within the team:

Alan Houston: The threat is huge.

Joe Dumars: Moderate threat.

Terry Mills: Kind of a threat.

Michael Curry: Extremely threatening.

Hill looked down line by line, and finally saw his name.

Grant Hill: No threat.

"hateful!"

Hill picked up the pen on the table and added a few words on it.

Grant Hill: No threat—no wonder! ! !
There are a lot of things in the room, including a self-prepared refrigerator, a large pile of basketball-related books, and stacked drawings full of notes.

Through these, Hill can picture an ambitious young manager in his mind.

But, this is Mo Mengchen's room.

Although the point guard is the brain on the court, Hill has never heard of a guard who studies techniques and tactics like this. This is by no means just pre-match preparation.

Hill looked around, not to mention eye-opening, but also understood Mo Mengchen from another aspect.

This is really a guy who takes basketball to the extreme.

"I hope you didn't mess around." Mo Mengchen said, "I have marked where everything is placed. If you pick up something but don't put it back, you'd better tell me now."

Hill said: "I just touched one thing."

He pointed to the blueprint on the team's three-point threat on the table: "You actually said that my three-pointer is not a threat? It's too much! Although my three-pointer is not stable, how can I say that I am not a threat? Anyone dare Let me shoot a three-pointer?"

Hill played 70 games last season, averaging 0.4 three-pointers and 0.1 goals per game.

"Are you sure? Someone with less than 15% three-point shooting percentage is actually talking about three-point threats to me here? Heh!"

Mo Mengchen's fake smile undoubtedly multiplied the damage of these words.

"You! I tell you, this season, my three-point shooting percentage will increase to 30%!" Hill said angrily.

Hill has always lacked long-range shots. In the known history of Mo Mengchen, he only practiced a little shooting in the 00 season, which is his peak season.

Relying on throwing 0.5 three-pointers per game, he averaged 26 points per game. At that time, on the eve of the reform, the changes of various rules were in full swing, but it was a pity that he was injured and could not enjoy the new rules. brought benefits.

Because of unstable shooting, Hill's offense relies on breakthroughs with the ball. Although he has a mid-range distance, using his talent to shoot from the mid-range, it is certainly not as exciting and relaxing as it is to pass the opponent and rush into the air.

"Don't promise what you can't do, you are from Duke." Mo Mengchen said jokingly.

"Wait and see!"

Hill said indignantly, and took the first bite.

Tonight, Mo Mengchen made a beef platter.

When Hill put the meat into his mouth and stirred it, the strange chewiness, delicious meaty texture and extremely delicious juice immediately made his eyes shine.

"Mmmm~~~~~"

Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Mo Mengchen was also amused.

No matter how mean, as a chef (he claims to be), the happiest thing is that what you make is recognized by others.

"Can I apply to come to your place every day to eat and drink?"

Hill swallowed the meat and asked eagerly.

"I welcome." Mo Mengchen said.

"Let me just say, how can someone be full of annoying shortcomings? I discovered the biggest advantage in you, that is, you are willing to share!"

If someone praised Mo Mengchen face to face, he would not refute, nor would he be humble.

For him, there is only one standard answer.

He comes from the heart.

"I accept your compliment."

Ask for a recommendation.

(End of this chapter)