You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 455 The Magnificence Only Seen in Life
December

In the last month of 1998, this past month, those players of the Pistons who had contracts were called by Mo Mengchen to spontaneously go to Pemberff, Arizona for a training gathering.

They conducted closed training for a month.

"The irony is that we have been in the Grand Canyon State for a month, backed by the Rocky Mountains, but we have never seen the Grand Canyon once. Do you think our lives are too monotonous?"

After a month of training, Barkley, who has reduced his weight to 135kg, said so on the first day of December.

"If you lose your stomach, I can consider taking you to play."

Mo Mengchen is sweating all over from training. In the past few months, what are his greatest achievements?

The same is to increase the weight to 87 kg.

The other is to become a big winner at the Grammys again. He has won several awards at the Grammys, and his rising momentum is so strong that he can hardly find a newcomer who can match him. Even some active Uranus superstars have to admit: "Ethan is unstoppable."

The results of the Grammys gave Mo Mengchen a reward of 23 attribute points. He is not in a hurry to spend this huge sum of money, because when the album sales are settled in February next year, he will get a considerable sum of attribute points share income.

At that time, his attribute points are expected to reach 40.

Hearing Mo Mengchen's words, Barkley turned over his stomach and said dissatisfiedly: "I want to lose weight, but you can't let me lose [-] catties in a month?"

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and said, "Then I didn't let you gain [-] catties in the offseason!"

Daddy exploded.
Barkley is thick-skinned: "I'm so old, what's wrong with gaining some fat? I also want to retreat to the background as soon as JD did. I want to give young people a chance, right?"

Hearing this, Jerome Williams was in high spirits.

Rashid smiled and said nothing.

Even if Barkley gets serious about weight control, he won't be the Pistons' starting power forward next season.

Rasheed Wallace's fit with the Pistons is amazing.

First of all, his inside single defense is top-notch in the league, and his help defense also has a strong influence. It is a match made in heaven when paired with Ben Wallace.

Big Ben has no right to help in defense. Because of his lack of height, he is often used by people relying on his height. Rashid is very strong in defense alone, which is enough to help him make up for this shortcoming. At that time, Rashid will stand in the front and Big Ben will stand up from the side. Guy, that's an exciting scene to think about, it's the defensive end.

On the offensive end, Rasheed is not as lethal as Barkley in the low post, but he has a comprehensive approach. Most players produced in North Carolina are like this. He has a comprehensive offense and can pull outside to shoot three-pointers. The team's running and bombing concept is completely gentle, coupled with the coquettish response to the ball, the roaring Tianzun and the Pistons' running and bombing system can be said to be a match made in heaven.

The only problem may be that because the team's pace is too fast, he may only be able to play 30 minutes per game.

Barkley's question now is not whether to start or not, but whether he can compete with Jerome Williams next season, otherwise, he can only compete with Rashard Lewis for garbage time.

The Pistons' internal competitiveness is strong, and no team can match it.

Big Ben and Rasheed, Williams and Barkley, Pollard and Lewis, and a perennial mascot, Lauderdale.

With seven insiders, including Rasheed's four power forwards, Big Ben can also swing to the 4th position. Only Pollard and Lauderdale are pure 5th positions.

Rasheed and Lewis, who are new to the team, have a distinctive feature that they can shoot well, which matches the team's system very well.

When it comes to going out to play, everyone's minds are moving.

Mo Mengchen definitely wouldn't say that, and everyone kept giving Hill a look: It's your turn.

Hill cleared his throat and said, "Mo, everyone has been training in closed mode for a month, so you should relax."

"It's your turn to be a good person again?" Mo Mengchen said flatly, "I'm not a concentration camp here, and I didn't put you under house arrest. Any of you want to go out and play freely."

Everyone, you look at me, and I look at you.

If Mo Mengchen doesn't go, who would dare to go?
Hill smiled and said, "You haven't rested for a month, so you don't want to relax?"

Mo Mengchen is not a robot, so he naturally needs to rest. He thinks he has already rested now, but these people seem to think that this rest is not enough?

"Ok."

He picked up the ball, put it on the ground and said, "I'll give you five chances, whoever can throw this ball into the basket, let's go see the Grand Canyon together tomorrow."

"Father, are you too far away?"

This is not even a three-pointer from the midfield distance, but an ultra-long three-pointer that is two meters longer than the midfield three-pointer.

Mo Mengchen laughed at him, picked up the ball on the ground, and shot it on the spot.

What is surprising is not that he just shot like this, but that he soared this unimaginable ultra-long three-pointer with his normal shooting posture.

"boom!"

"Shh!"

Hit the board!

"Go get the ball back." Mo Mengchen said.

Williams lost his temper, stood up and ran forward.

Mo Mengchen looked behind him and asked, "Are there any questions?"

"Five chances?"

Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "If you think five times is not enough, I can give you ten chances. Although I can hit this kind of ball once, but you are far behind me after all, I can understand."

"Stop!"

Everyone is not without temper, why do you let someone like you pretend to be aggressive again and again?
Rashid stood up and said, "I'll do it!"

"Jerome, throw the ball over here!"

Poor Jerome Williams just turned into a caddy.

Rasheed took good aim.

Mo Mengchen stood beside him and said frivolously: "Can someone who only shoots 20% of three-pointers stop being so serious? You can't make shots anyway, right?"

Rashid made a shot under the stimulation of Mo Mengchen, and he didn't even touch the basket.

"Damn it, how can you interfere with me?" Rasheed said angrily.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "Didn't your three-point shooting percentage last season be 20%?"

"So what? I'm just not used to it"

"Perfect excuse, I accept."

Mo Mengchen looked at the others: "You still have four chances."

Rashid wanted to continue, but he thought that he only had a 20% shooting rate and shouldn't use up all his shots, so he looked at others, hoping that someone could stand up to replace him.

"No way, I can only try."

The Pistons' No. [-] shooter, Allan Houston, stepped forward and missed two consecutive shots.

"Unfortunately, it's useless to give you a chance." Mo Mengchen shook his head and said.

"Two more chances, no?" said Hill suddenly.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Of course, I can even give you five more chances, but you won't be able to make the shot anyway."

"No need, twice is enough."

Mom stood up smartly, let Williams pass the ball, and then made a decisive shot.

"Sorry, I didn't estimate the distance well."

Hill had no confidence in shooting from this distance, and he stood up bravely.

Mo Mengchen is oppressing everyone and challenging everyone, someone must come out to fight him.

Of course it had to be him.

Thus, Hill throws the ball with zero confidence, with 100 percent confidence of success.

last chance.

Instead of aiming at the rim, Hill aimed at the backboard, giving it his all.

The shot either went in or popped hard, crushing their trip to the Grand Canyon.

bang!

"NICE~~!!!"

They cried out with excitement.

Hill turned around and yelled, "What you say means what you say, Dad!"

Mo Mengchen rolled his eyes, turned to face the crowd, and said, "Tomorrow rest."

"Yessss!!!"

The next day, they went to the Grand Canyon of Colorado.The north side of the canyon was closed, and the snowplow moved slowly along the road, clearing the snow along the south edge of the canyon.

Mo Mengchen booked a wooden house on the edge of the canyon.

It was still early in the day, and he was not in a hurry to pack his luggage. Before seeing the Grand Canyon with his own eyes, he even visited the nearby gift shop.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to delay the pleasure of enjoying the beautiful scenery, on the contrary, he always expected to be disappointed.At the last moment before his trip, he even considered going elsewhere.

There was 30 centimeters of snow piled up on the ground. At this time, the sun was almost level with the horizon, and the sun swayed suddenly, smearing a ray of orange on the opposite mountain.

The border of the Empire of the Sun starts from the snow line - when you look up, you can see a few lazy orange clouds on the top of the orange-red mountains, and orange-red snow below the clouds; below the snow line, everything becomes brown, light yellow, and amber, and in the canyon far, far away from the top of the mountain, there is a silver band surrounded by dark green, like a Lurex metal thread surrounded by a monotonous rough cloth-it’s really amazing. Very interesting.

"I've lived all these years in vain!"

Dumas's demeanor, if someone said that he saw the most beautiful woman in the world, everyone would not be surprised, he was so fascinated.

Hill's mouth was bigger than Wang Dalu's, and he exclaimed, "This is the only magnificence I've ever seen in my life!"

The other big bastards are not as elegant as Hill, led by Alan Houston: "It's so fucking beautiful here!"

Mo Mengchen and his teammates held on to the protective fence tightly, immersed in the joyful atmosphere alone.

What makes them happy is that the scene in front of them no longer needs to be translated into words, reported, discussed, or annotated.

Under the fisheye wide-angle lens, the beautiful scenery of the Grand Canyon is more majestic, deep, vast, magnificent, desolate, more beautiful, and more terrifying, which they have never imagined before; Nor can adjectives describe what they see, think, or feel.

Scott Pollard, who never cared only about whether his haircut was messy, new or not, and whether it attracted attention, used a rough word to describe what he saw.

The words that come out of the back of my mind are really surprising; but what is surprising is the limited number of words.

"It's like seeing God create the world."

But this is just a verbal expression.If the Grand Canyon reduces the viewers at its rim to ants and butterflies, it also reduces their voices—chatters, coughs, camera clicks—all to small The rustling of bugs.

This is not a place where people make self-made jokes, fiddle with cameras to adjust exposure, or throw snowballs.It is a place that cannot be described by words, that cannot be reached by the human voice, that cannot be explained.

It is said that the Gothic cathedrals in Europe themselves have the magic power to convert believers.

As soon as tourists reach their destination, they become believers.And it’s not just to impress peasants: many great, deep thinkers have always told themselves that if there is such a beautiful thing in the world, how could the thought that created it not be real?A church is as powerful as a hundred theologians who can logically prove the existence of God.

The human mind has always longed for certain knowledge, and perhaps what it longs for most is a certainty that will hit the nail on the head.The things that the mind can understand, and need to relentlessly prove and recognize, are often the things it ignores.

It always longs to be attacked from behind on a dark street, for example with a knife stuck to its throat.

The Grand Canyon is cathedral-like, perhaps most strongly for the religiously inclined.

Its existence is a silent argument, making people believe in the power of God and marvel at his magnificent miracle of creation.

Because this place is too beautiful, Buckley, an old hooligan, took advantage of everyone's excitement and proposed a "weekend".

Everyone was very interested, and Mo Mengchen was not easy to destroy, not to mention, he also wanted to visit again, so he agreed.

The next day, at the same place, Mo Mengchen leaned against the frosted railing again.

The sunlight at this moment has penetrated deep into the bottom of the canyon, along the river, like a snail, groping forward at an extremely slow speed.

Hundreds of meters, maybe thousands of meters below them, is a plateau with wild grass spreading.The orange-red light on the top of the mountains has dissipated, the top of the mountain has become dim and dignified, and the scenery in the distance looks very far away; the snowy beauty on the opposite side is shining brightly, emitting white light.

There was a sound in the sky,
There was a buzzing sound.

Hill and the others raised their heads and said in surprise, "Why don't we take a plane to visit?"

A light aircraft comes into view.

This is the first sightseeing flight of the day, and the plane hovers over a huge mountain like an insect.

It flew at Mo Mengchen's line of sight for a while, and then descended to check the "crack" that wrapped the winding river.

Standing on the ground but being able to be higher than the plane, Mo Mengchen thought to himself, this is really strange.

Looking at the wing and fuselage from high up is like looking at the unusual side of a leaf or a phoenix.The idea of ​​an airplane flying below the surface of the earth is somewhat unnatural, as if diving can surface and leap into the air, like a giant flying fish.

against the laws of nature.Is that right?We often say "against the laws of nature," but what we mean is "against common sense."

It is nature that has created these wonders, these dreams and these beautiful visions.

"That's right, Mo," Hill said.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to explore the changes in Hill's heart, but after witnessing this scene, it is indeed a wise decision to choose to come here even if it is to see the scenery for tourism.

"That's right, that's right."

Mo Mengchen replied softly.

(End of this chapter)