You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 490 Break Up Should Be Decent
Henry Ford Training Center
Mo Mengchen is fully equipped. In this era, few people can train like this. His equipment is very eye-catching.

He is doing some direction-changing movements that are rarely seen by others with a heavy load on his upper body. Some people recognize a certain movement, such as - in and out direction change (one-handed dribble change direction), from the street, In addition to practicing in and out direction changes, Mo Mengchen also combined hand-changing cross steps, crotch cross steps and back dribble cross steps.

He hopes to increase the rhythm of dribbling with a variety of cross steps, which will come in handy in actual combat as much as possible.

His current overall rating has reached 82 points. If he wants to talk about his weaknesses, he is not strong physically, his explosive power is mediocre, he lacks continuous and effective offensive skills, and he relies heavily on his shooting touch.

The terrifying speed that does not match his height is a variation point of him. If he has no touch, he will use the speed to break through, but in order to protect himself, he will not take a lot of fast breakthroughs in the regular season, which is a crime against the knee.

Mo Mengchen doesn't have a skill similar to "steel knees", so he has to take extra care of his weak knees.

When training, he is very focused and doesn't think about other things unless he is disturbed.

Hill especially likes to interrupt his training. I don't know if it's intentional. Every time he appears, it happens to be when Mo Mengchen is about to immerse himself in training.

Here he is again.

"You better have a reasonable explanation." Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand and looked at Hill with a bad expression.

If the opponents on the field saw Mo Mengchen's expression, they would be terrified. Hill has been used to such an expression in the past four years, and he is not afraid at all.

Devil Mountain said: "We want to organize a 3V3 confrontation match, are you interested?"

Anyway, his training rhythm was also destroyed by Hill. If he couldn't vent his anger on this guy, it would be too uncomfortable to hold it back forcibly.

"Yes." Mo Mengchen took the training facility off his body, returned it to the training team, and followed Hill.

Hill asked, "What's that?"

"A training device that simulates actual combat." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill still can't accept this kind of equipment that can simulate actual combat. The older generation rigidly believes that there is no equipment that can simulate actual combat.

However, the results of the study show that everything in the future can be simulated.

It is even easier to simulate actual combat at the NBA level.

3V3 match, including Mo Mengchen, a total of six people.

They are Mo Mengchen, Hill, Houston, Rasheed, Brad Miller, Ricky Davis and Louis M. Lore.

Mo Mengchen's teammates are Houston and Miller.

Two rookies with four starters, this is a script to accompany the prince to study.

At the beginning of this duel, Mo Mengchen used his training results in the confrontation with Hill. He started with an in and out change of direction, and changed direction back and forth with the ball in one hand. The hips were crossed and pulled back, the speed of the ball was like the wind, but the speed of the body was not fast, because Mo Mengchen's explosive power was mediocre, but he got rid of Hill by relying on the rhythm of dribbling.

Hill knew very well that once his defensive position was breached, he would be unable to defend against Mo Mengchen.

In terms of speed, except for those small guards who are known for their speed, no one is Mo Mengchen's opponent.

Mo Mengchen charged like a flying arrow and scored a layup.

"Grant, I really didn't expect you to be slower than Brad." Mo Mengchen's trash talk ignored the enemy and killed on a large scale.

Miller was heartbroken.

Hill was smiling, but it wasn't the kind of pacifist smile of hello, hello, everyone, but the bloodthirsty smile before the counterattack.

Hill clearly could pass Mo Mengchen in one step, so he deliberately slowed down and passed in two steps. Miller couldn't defend, so he had to let Hill dunk.

Hill scored a spike and said to Mo Mengchen after landing: "Your defense is the same as before."

The competitiveness of these two people determines that this is a high-quality three-three match.

Westphal watched from the sidelines with trepidation. It's okay for the intensity of the intra-team match to be high, but how could the entertainment-type three-three confrontation be so high-intensity?
This is indeed surprising.

Mo Mengchen didn't mean to maintain a high intensity at all times, but just now, he was disturbed by Hill's training, and he was upset, so he just vented all his anger here.

Even though it was halftime, Mo Mengchen wanted to win.

The last few balls, he stopped and handed the ball to Miller.

At the free throw line, Miller vs. Rasheed, two extremely smart big men running against each other.

"I don't want to lose," Rasheed told Miller.

"Me too," Miller said.

The other two are moving, because there are only two of them, so it's easy to target defensively. Now it depends on whose running position is more wicked, and how Miller's passing technique is.

Suddenly, Miller found Mo Mengchen pointing to the sky.

Not a good chance.

Miller believes that if the ball is just passed out like this, even if Mo Mengchen catches the ball in the air, he will not be able to complete the alley-oop. It is difficult to move an inch under the basket.

Among the three rookies in the class of 98, Mo Mengchen liked Miller the most, and gave him autonomy during the game many times, for which Miller was very grateful.

But he is not an idiot who puts a face on his nose. The boss thinks highly of you. Miller also had to rush to raise his hand to signal that it was his mistake.

This is the basic quality of a sensible rookie.

Miller still underestimated Mo Mengchen.

No one expected to see a world-class cooperation in a three-three match.

Mo Mengchen took the ball in the air and shot immediately. His ball didn't go to the basket, but to the three-point line. Ricky Davis, who thought the offense was over when he saw Miller passing the ball, let his guard down, and the basketball flew to Houston. hands.

Houston stood outside the three-point line and made a shot.

Mo Mengchen won the match point.

"Ricky, are your eyes blinded by shit?" Rasheed yelled.

Davis didn't dare to be angry or speak out. The ball was indeed his fault, and it completely leaked people.

A world-class cooperation broke the momentum of the opponent. Miller interfered with Hill's breakthrough and missed the pull bar. Mo Mengchen scored the rebound and passed to Houston.

Davis, whose mentality had completely collapsed, lost his defensive strength, and was dribbled away by the CIC king. You must know that it was Alan Houston, a guy who could hardly dribble away in actual combat.

He got rid of Davis and hit the game-winning jumper.

As soon as the game was over, Rasheed squirted at Davis: "Your fucking defense just now is like shit, more generous than the fucking Wells Fargo, I will never fucking team up with you again Already!"

"Your defense is a piece of shit!"

"Don't say that," Mo Mengchen wanted to speak for Davis?That's impossible, he just wanted to stop Rasheed from insulting shit, "Shit can be used as fertilizer, and Ricky's defense will only make people angry."

Rashid is becoming more and more like Mo Mengchen's pony boy. This one sings in harmony, and the degree of cooperation is perfect.

Hill looked at the lost Davis, and couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, Ricky just didn't do a good job in the final defense. It's my fault. I should switch defenses with him."

Rasheed didn't want to hear his rhetoric.

Mom is being a good person again, everyone can see that.

"Mom, if you don't let this guy know how bad that defense is today, how can we expect him to be there to defend others?" Rashid said without hesitation, "He can't even defend against All's breakthrough with the ball. !"

(Note: All is the abbreviation of Alan Houston. Alan: Allan)

Houston doesn't like to hear this sentence. What is "he can't even prevent All's breakthrough with the ball"?
"Rashid, you think I suck at the ball?" Houston asked.

Rashid said carelessly: "Everyone on Earth knows about it."

"Fart! I was hiding something!" Houston angrily wanted to prove it to himself.

Rashid is sure that it is impossible for him to prove to himself: "Otherwise, why do you only have running tactics?"

Desperate for face, Houston ran to Westphal, who was watching the show, to apply for a ball-handling tactic.

Westphal was very happy to spend three hours explaining to Alan Houston why he was not allowed to hold the ball. He had enough patience to make Houston realize that it wasn't that he couldn't hold the ball, but that the team had more balls. Great guy, he can keep Houston out of harm's way and still take his word for it.

As a result, Houston didn't have this patience, and just said: "Long live the understanding, I still don't want to hold the ball."

The chaotic training hall does not look like there will be a game tonight.

They will face the fourth visiting opponent at home tonight - the Cleveland Cavaliers.

The card of this Cavaliers team is Sean Kemp, but today's Kemp is not the 90s Griffin that people are familiar with. Because of the lockout season, he became obsessed with alcohol, drank a beer belly, and never flew again. I can't get up.

The most outrageous thing is precisely that he destroyed his talent with one hand, and it took him two seasons to prove that even without that animal-like physical fitness, he can still average 20+9 per game with his skills .

Kemp, who ate himself into a pig, left another if for the NBA.

It's a pity that this can't change anything. Camp, who was flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, is gone after all. Tonight, the goal of the Cavaliers is not to win, but to walk out of the palace of Auburn Hills with dignity at the end of the game.

Because everyone knows that breakups should be decent.

As a result, the two sides played a very happy game.

The joy of this game is that Rashid and Kemp had a conflict and punched each other on the spot, and the audience welcomed Rashid and Kemp who were ejected by the referee.

After losing Kemp, the Cavaliers, who were already lacking in confidence, made it even more difficult to fight against the Pistons.

In the end, they defeated the Pistons by 28 points.

(End of this chapter)