You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 7 The Transcendent

Dribble two balls at the same time, zigzag running, turn and change direction: 2 sets, 10 times change direction in each set.

Dribble two balls at the same time, dribble behind the back in zigzag and change direction: 2 sets, 10 times change direction in each set.

Alternately dribble two balls, zigzag running back dribble change direction: 2 sets, 10 times change direction in each set.

In order to prepare for the 1995 NBA Draft, Mo Mengchen hired a professional team for training.

This era is no different from the NBA decades later. Experts are everywhere, and there are as many special trainings as dogs. Few people are willing to work hard to form a training team.

These teams are often exclusive to the stars, and only the stars are willing to spend money to hire them. Many players prefer to practice slowly by themselves, and at most they just ask the trainers in the team.

Because they themselves are the best basketball players in the world, after playing for so many years, do they still need to let others tell them how to train to improve?
joke!

"Mo, the speed is faster, you are more than this level?"

Harvey Truman, one of the team's trainers, acted like a villain every day. Patton had reminded him that Mo Mengchen's foot was injured and that training should be restrained, but he never took these suggestions to heart.

"You spend 5000 a month to hire us to help you train. You don't want to spend money in vain, do you? Work harder! If you want to play in the NBA, you are still far away!"

Truman yelled.

Such training is just the beginning.

After a high-intensity dribbling session, another man stepped forward.

He smiled: "Let's start with the three-pointer. Shoot a thousand shots in a row. Unless you make a shot, I won't help you pick up the ball. Pick, if you end up missing more than a third of your shots, we'll do it all over again."

On the first day, Mo Mengchen was exhausted.

He didn't sleep for a few days just to complete an operation. He thought that was the most tiring time. As a result, this NBA-style training team only took him a day to re-examine this decision.

Do you really want to play in the NBA?
At first, he still had this idea, but slowly, the exhaustion that filled his whole body made him give up the meaningless thoughts.

He couldn't do anything but exercise, constant exercise.

"boom!"

This is the thousandth ball.

He missed.

Shooting trainer Luke Lal took the data and said with a smile: "You missed 1000 shots in such a high-intensity 271 shots, which is almost the average level of the league."

"but,"

Lal continued: "I should have said, as soon as you miss more than a third of the total, we have to start over."

"Mo, take a 10-minute break before continuing."

"rest?"

Mo Mengchen got up from the ground, he took off his clothes and threw them on the ground: "You think I need to rest?"

"You look exhausted," Lal said. "If you can't take it, call it a day."

Mo Mengchen said coldly: "You just need to shut up, especially put away your smiling face, which is more disgusting than maggot-stained feces!"

After saying that, he picked up the ball on the ground and started again.

"Mo, it's almost there!"

Parton shouted: "Let's call it a day!"

"Give up, he won't listen to any advice now."

Beside Patton, a chubby man with glasses said.

"Some people break down in extreme training, some push it hard, and some suffer dully."

"And some guys, he doesn't make you feel any problems, he acts like training has just started."

The man with glasses said, "I call this phenomenon the transcendent phenomenon."

"Pay attention, I'm not talking about the characters in childish cartoons." The man with glasses smiled.

"The transcendent phenomenon?"

"His will is beyond the fatigue, beyond all the senses that are going to knock him out, he's training overload, it's a dangerous situation, but we can't stop it, it's really frustrating considering his injury history. Headache."

The man with glasses asked back: "But do you know that this phenomenon usually happens to those people?"

Patton was silent.

"Winner."

"Only those who want to win from the bottom of their hearts will beat exhaustion."

"Of course, the situation is still very dangerous." The man with glasses said that Parton was in a panic.

"Then what should I do now?"

"Shall I go up and put him down?"

"With your prosthetic?"

"No, no, there must be a better way, right! Anesthesia gun! Is there an anesthesia gun here?"

"We are a training ground, not a hunting ground."

"Then go and knock him down!"

"We are only responsible for training employers, not for beating employers."

"This is not beating, this is saving him!"

"Come on!"

The man with glasses smiled and said, "If he can't even sustain this kind of intensity, why would he play in the NBA? Wouldn't it be better to go back and continue to be a doctor?"

The practice lasted until 11:30 p.m.

Mo Mengchen threw the last ball again.

This time, he tried his best.

The ball hit the backboard and bounced into the basket.

After casting, he turned and stared at Lal, anxious to know his result.

This terrible look made Lal's hair stand on end.

"You only missed 78 shots in this round, which is very good," Lal said.

"Humph!"

Mo Mengchen wanted to show his disdain for "just so much", but his body has reached its limit, once he relaxes.
His legs had no strength, and he couldn't support his body at all in this step. His thighs softened, and he sat down completely.

"Karen, come on!"

The man with glasses waved his hand.

A white woman ran to the front with a towel, wiped the sweat off Mo Mengchen's body, and then gave him a muscle relaxation massage regardless of how dirty he was.

After the emergency treatment by the white woman, Mo Mengchen felt a lot easier.

"Did you wash your hands?"

After regaining consciousness, Mo Mengchen asked.

"No."

Karen laughed.

"never mind."

Anyway, I'm filthy dirty now, just dirtier than dirtier.

However, this method is really good. Even if you pay 2000 yuan in China, you may not be able to get such a service.

Don't think about it, what I'm talking about here is limited to massage, if you think of students from other places, please consciously hang upside down and jerk off.

"Mo, can you still get up tomorrow?" The man with glasses walked in front of Mo Mengchen, with an uncomfortable greasy smile on his face.

"can."

Mo Mengchen said.

"Your physical fitness is a bit problematic, so I want to add physical training to your training plan, what do you think?" the man with glasses asked.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Is it necessary?"

"If your current physical fitness is put in the NBA, it is estimated that you can only play 20 minutes of games. If the game is intense, you may not even be able to last 15 minutes."

"I need to have the physical strength to play for 35 minutes," Mo Mengchen said.

"If this is your goal, every day for the next three months will be a nightmare for you."

"Nightmare? You have such a big tone."

Mo Mengchen got up slowly: "Is there anything more terrifying than death in the world?"

"Have you ever faced death?"

"Okay, I'll prepare a plan, and I hope you will do what you say."

At that moment, there seemed to be a silver light on the glasses man's glasses lens, just like in cartoons where the glasses man would give his glasses a special effect if he wanted to come up with any evil ideas.

Patton was there too.

"Mo, why did you provoke them?" Patton asked.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "I provoked them? When?"

"Aren't you trying to tell me that you didn't say those words to anger them?" Parton's mouth trembled.

"No, I don't think so."

"But you really pissed off TSBK, they are one of the best training teams."

"TSBK?"

"The strongest becomes king."
Mo Mengchen said lightly: "It's okay, anger is the source of achieving goals, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Mo, which team do you want to go to?"

Mo Mengchen and Patton walked out of the training hall together.

"Which teams can you contact me?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"I have a friend who works as an assistant in Phoenix, and he can help me with the nomination papers," Parton said.

"Phoenix?"

Mo Mengchen recalled that the Suns in 1995 should still be the team of Barkley and Kevin Johnson.

And Barkley went to Houston to form a group with Dameng 97 years ago, the Suns had no leader, and Kevin Johnson retired due to injury not long after.

It should be said that this is a very suitable team for him.

"You go to arrange."

Mo Mengchen said.

Afterwards, Mo Mengchen separated from Patton. He returned home, opened the refrigerator, and took out noodles and chopped beef.

Mo Mengchen in his previous life, if he didn't become a doctor, he would definitely become a chef. This is another dream of his.

Moreover, he also relied on this cooking skill to catch up with the most beautiful nurse in the hospital.

That was all before time travel - Mo Mengchen didn't want to reminisce about the past.

He consumed a lot of energy today, and if he didn't replenish it well, he wouldn't be able to wake up tomorrow.

In any corner of the world, as long as there are Chinese people, there are traces of beef noodles, and beef noodles in different places have their own characteristics.

Mo Mengchen boiled the beef soup first, and then the beef, ginger, fish sauce, and five-spice powder fell one by one
A delicious supper needs an hour to cook. During this time, Mo Mengchen drank a few sips of the sports drink, and then looked at the bottom of the pot, which smelled more and more intense, and his stomach growled out.

Finally, a Vietnamese beef stew noodle dish for two and a half.

Mo Mengchen picked up the bowls and chopsticks, served them quickly, and then couldn't wait to eat.

For the next three months, his life will basically be like this.

Train, eat, train, eat.

For this, he was already mentally prepared.

The biggest advantage of not being a doctor is that when you want to cook something delicious for yourself, you will not suddenly call and say how is a patient, or how is your own patient suddenly, and ask him to rush to the hospital immediately.

He will never be bothered again.

Mo Mengchen took a sip of the hot soup and felt his body and mind relax.

(End of this chapter)