You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 813 That Happened in a Dream

"who are you?"

It turns out that the human voice can be so indifferent that it can't feel the slightest temperature, just like a robot.

The terrifying pressure of "I" surrounded Curry. He was 16 centimeters taller than Dor.Mo, but standing in front of him, he felt like a dwarf.

"Mo, don't scare the rookie."

This is the smile and enthusiasm that Curry wants, from Hill.

Devil Mountain came over and raised his hand slowly: "Eddie, you are welcome."

"Thank you." Curry gave Hill a high five.

"Rookie, your hairstyle has a future, I like it." Rashid commented with his legs crossed, "I always think that a man who can control the hairstyle of the ditches can be called a real handsome guy."

The Argentine ladyboy knife expressed dissatisfaction: "I think a man who can control his fluttering long hair is called a handsome guy."

"Come on, you have a long face and hooked nose, what a handsome guy!" Rashid murmured.

Ginobili was furious, and retorted, "You still look like a bear!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Mo Mengchen turned around and said to the two passive bastards, "Hurry up and gather at the gymnasium!"

Then, he looked at Curry: "Sorry, Eddie, I didn't recognize you just now when you are so fat."

Fat. Curry shook his lips again. He wanted to say that he deliberately lost 10 pounds during the offseason in order to keep up with the team's rhythm. Now Dor.Mo actually said he was fat?
"The last time I saw you was in front of the TV, at the draft conference. I watched you come on stage and said that you would take on the weight of the dynasty. I will wait and see." Dor.Mo was smiling, and Curry thought it would be better if he didn't smile , because this smile brings discomfort.

Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room first, followed by Rashid and Ginobili.

Hill smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, Dad is like this, you will know if you get along with him more." He is more difficult to get along with than you imagined.

Curry sat down, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

What is currently happening in the training camp is very different from what he imagined.

When he learned that he was selected by the Pistons, he was very excited, because it is better to join a strong team that keeps winning than to join a weak team that keeps losing;

When he saw a veteran like Lore go out to buy water in person out of consideration for a rookie, he was even more convinced of his thoughts. This is the best team in the world, the team that all rookies dream of.

All illusions were shattered after seeing Dor.Mo for the first time.

No matter how beautiful he originally imagined, it didn't exist.

Curry was the last active draftee to arrive at training camp.

After his arrival, Westphal got the players together.

Divide into three rows in total.

The selected players stand in the front row, and the others stand in the back row.

In addition to Mo Mengchen and other veterans, as well as the five rookies in the 01 class, there is another player in the Pistons that is difficult to ignore.

Standing at the far right of the team, he is tall and tall, and his age cannot be seen. He has the same hairstyle as Takenori Akagi, but he is more suitable than the latter to go to the African rainforest to join the gorillas.

He is Patrick Ewing, once the King of New York.

In terms of status, New York team history is second only to Willis Reid's second center.

One of the best defenders from 1985-2000.The best defensive center of all time could compete for the top five.

Cruel, introverted, bitter, fierce fighter.

Greatly underrated top noodle basket technology.

One of the best hand-to-hand centers ever.

Good at mid-range shooting, loves hand-to-hand combat, but is not tough enough at critical moments; although he is domineering and always cruel, but also has a fate, he can be regarded as the center version of Karl Malone.

Jordan's actual biggest opponent, although they never met in the finals, they always fought with each other-from the 1982 NCAA finals to the Bulls VS Knicks battle that stretched throughout the 90s.

The totem image of the New York Knicks for 15 years.

Such a man, never favored by haughty New York fans and never recognized, sent him to Seattle two years ago for Penny.

Last season, Ewing also started all games for the Sonics, averaging 9 points, 7.6 rebounds and 1.2 blocks per game, still a qualified starting center.

The contract expired this summer, and Ewing officially became a free agent. The Knicks hoped that he would return to the team and sign a veteran's basic salary until he retired, but Ewing was heartbroken by the city forged of gold. Unfortunately, he is not willing to retire at this point.

It was during that time that Barkley chose to retire, and the Pistons had no veterans who could control the locker room. Therefore, Dumars turned his idea to You.

Joining the Pistons, Ewing can use his experience and experience to become the leader of the locker room, and the Pistons can give him the last hope for the championship.

This is a good thing for both parties, but it was unanimously looked down upon by the Detroit media.

"What the hell do we want this gorilla with its own bad luck?"

"Want a gorilla but not a younger, more useful and cuter Lauderdale than the gorilla? Dumas did it again!"

"It's time to see how bad Ewing's aura is. Can he destroy the Pistons dynasty by himself?"

All kinds of vicious comments appeared in the headlines of the media, almost all of which attacked Ewing and Dumars.

However, no matter how flattened the media is or how fans cry, the signing has been completed, and Ewing has officially become a member of the Pistons.

Westphal stood at the front of the team, looked at everyone, and said: "At any time, our goal is to chase the championship. We only need players with the heart of a champion. The next month will take you all. Time to show me if you guys have the heart of a championship."

"Let's disband now, everyone prepares to warm up, we will play several confrontation matches today!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed a ball on the ground and walked to the far left court alone.

Someone originally planned to go there to practice, but when they saw his movements, they all backed away.

"Hey Dad, do you need help?"

There is never a lack of dog legs in life.

Mo Mengchen turned around, and what he saw was a passionate, unrestrained, but tired face—Zach Randolph looked at him excitedly.

But we usually don't turn down free labor.

"I need someone to help me pass the ball." Mo Mengchen said.

"I'm willing to help you." Randolph walked under the basket, "Please take whatever you want, and I promise to be the best caddy on earth."

Such enthusiastic free labor made Mo Mengchen forget that the team traded Ricky Davis for him.

Then it was Randolph's turn to be surprised, because Mo Mengchen hit 10 consecutive shots from the same arc, and his position was one step away from the regular NBA three-point line.

Mo Mengchen scored 32 goals in a row before hitting the iron.

Randolph stood under the basket blankly.

"Is this the best caddy on earth?"

"Feel sorry!"

Seeing Randolph rushing towards the ball in a hurry, all the rookies next to him were stunned.

"I heard from Luiz that Dor.Mo's highest record is to score 365 goals in a row."

"Exactly a whole year's figure?"

"Yes, the number could be higher if Dor.Mo wanted to."

Curry sat by and watched quietly. After 100 shots, Mo Mengchen missed the shot just now.

No caddy in the world had it easier than Randolph. He just stood there, raised his hands, waited for the ball to fall, and threw it to Mo Mengchen.

It's no wonder that Mo Mengchen was in a daze when he was forging the iron just now, because he was already numb.

"Ear, since you defeated Louis, why don't you challenge Dor.Mo? I believe he will be happy to accept your challenge." Bobby Simmons said with a smile.

Although Watson defeated Lore, he didn't dare to brag, and hurriedly muttered: "Father said that the light of the bright moon, I am the fire of locusts, it can't be compared! It can't be compared!"

Because his flattering intention was too obvious, it directly affected Dor.Mo.

"boom!"

But Randolph didn't respond.

"Hey, best caddy on earth." Mo Mengchen muttered.

Randolph reacted again, and when he sent the ball back and forth, he was ordered to leave.

"Go warm up." Mo Mengchen said, "I don't need a caddy."

Randolph was already stunned by Mo Mengchen's shooting skills, so he didn't continue to beg now, and stepped aside obediently, and then Mo Mengchen sent someone to bring a pair of scissors to cut off the net.

"What is this?" Gerald Wallace was confused.

It didn't take long for them to figure out that this was something more amazing than 100 out of 99.

Not to mention the hit every time he takes a shot, he also knows where the ball will fly. After the shot, he goes straight to the next three-pointer.

The amazing stability and the prediction of where the ball will fall refreshed the cognition of the five rookies.

After 15 minutes, Westphal gathered the first-choice players.

The match between the starters and the rookies is a reserved event in the annual preseason training camp.

This year, the Pistons just recruited five rookies.

And, what's more interesting is that these five people just form a complete lineup.

Watson, Simmons, Gerrard, Randolph and Curry.

This is a complete lineup, with height, speed, hardness, and no one has played other positions part-time. They can all play positions they are familiar with.

They were still grinning at first, until they saw the opposing lineup.

Mo Mengchen, Ginobili, Hill, Rasheed, Miller.

"If there are no accidents, this is our starting lineup for the new season." Charlie McCann laughed.

Frauses' attention was on Curry, "Life is full of surprises."

Miller doesn't like Curry?Why?Because they both play center.

After finally getting Wallace away, Miller's starting position was not hot yet a talented high school student came. God made a big joke with him.

"Hi." Curry greeted.

Miller didn't appreciate it, "Don't do this, rookie, use all your skills and come here!"

This makes Curry feel very strange, isn't it just a confrontation game?Why make the atmosphere like this?
He always thought that the Pistons were a harmonious team, but in the end he found that the so-called harmony was just his imagination. The reality is that these people are like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

friendly?

harmonious?

That's what happened in a dream.

(End of this chapter)