You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 9 Almighty Louis
Three months of special training made Mo Mengchen miserable, and through these three months of training, his overall rating rose to 59.

His dribbling, three-pointers, confrontation, and physical strength have all improved significantly.

On the last day of training, Missick gave him a knee pad.

"You've proven that you have a tough will, and I'm sure you'll open that door," Misik told him.

Mo Mengchen thanked him.

In June, the NBA Finals is in full swing.

During this period, apart from training, Mo Mengchen also asked Parton to earn extra money.

As a time traveler, he has foresight, but he didn't know how to trade in stocks in his previous life. Therefore, the way to get rich by relying on stocks is not feasible.

Since you can't speculate in stocks, you can only go slanted - gambling.

I dare not say anything else. He is deeply impressed by what happened in the NBA in the past few years.

Especially in the playoffs in the Western Conference, the Rockets played an epic playoff course under the leadership of Olajuwon.

They were not favored in every round, but they defeated their front-position opponents in every round, and beat their faces all the way, which was more exciting than the Mavericks in 2011.

When Parton learned that he was going to gamble, he refused.

"I'm a broker! I will only negotiate for you! Even if I break my other leg, I will never do this for you!"

After that.

"Mo, you're amazing! How did you know they were going to win? How did you know?"

Patton excitedly grabbed Mo Mengchen's arm.

Mo Mengchen looked at his hands dangerously: "Have you washed your hands?"

"Uh"

Parton quickly let go of his hand: "Tell me, how do you know?"

"How much did you earn?"

"200! 200!"

Mo Mengchen turned his gaze: "Deposit 100 million into my account, keep 50 for yourself, and the other 50, just bet on anything, don't care about winning or losing."

"why?"

"you ask me?"

Mo Mengchen looked back at him.

"Uh, this." Parton understood immediately after turning his head, "Did you know this would be the result from the beginning?"

"Do you think I'm a god?"

Mo Mengchen changed the topic: "How are you doing about the trial training?"

Parton thought it was impossible. How could anyone predict the outcome of the game?It must be good luck.

However, if it is just luck, why should I spend 50 in vain?

Hearing Mo Mengchen's question, Parton replied: "The Suns have already sent you a trial training invitation. In addition, I am still trying to get a trial training invitation from New Jersey."

"Only two teams?"

"I believe you can do it."

Mo Mengchen didn't blame Parton. He used to be the star of hope, but that was once. Parton is a rookie agent with no foundation. With his contacts, it is already possible to get the Suns' trial invitation so quickly. It's been an excellent job.

"New Jersey?"

Mo Mengchen recalled the current situation of the Nets, but unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything.

The Nets during this period belonged to a team that was easily forgotten. He couldn't even remember a player's name.

He doesn't have many opportunities right now, so every trial should be cherished.

During the finals, Mo Mengchen asked Parton to gamble for three more games.

He earned 500 million in one breath, which is still the old rule. He accepted 300 million, 100 million was left for Parton to operate, and the remaining 100 million was returned to the banker through blind base betting.

Mo Mengchen's foundation is shallow now, and he doesn't want to be noticed, so he needs to make the dealer think that "this is just a person who is so lucky that he explodes".

Even if he doesn't play basketball, Mo Mengchen can live well just relying on the income from gambling.

But this way of living is not what he wants.

He was an outstanding doctor in his previous life, and in this life, he wants to become an outstanding player.

As a time traveler, with a system similar to a cheating device, if you can't do this, it's a failure.

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In the finals, Olajuwon and O'Neal, the two legendary centers of the O'Neal generation, are in love with each other, and the Suns have already started their vacation.

The season is coming to an end, and the 1995 NBA Draft is just 20 days away.

The Suns have three draft picks, one in the first round and two in the second round, and many college students with bleak prospects want to try out here.

In this arena that is usually used for Suns player training, the entire coaching staff and management are gathered.

Fifteen players participated in today's trial training, and defenders accounted for the majority.

Mo Mengchen was among them.

"Mo? This guy has only one year of college basketball experience. Although he has some performance, but..."

Suns assistant coach Jackson Shane looked down and saw something shocking in his injury history: three ACL tears and a serious car accident two years ago.

Is this the fucking head of the Scourge?
"What's the matter, JS?" asked an old man with a kind face.

"Look, Paul."

The coach of the Suns and the legendary star in the history of the Suns, Paul Westphal, took over the assistant coach's information and read it in detail.

"He shouldn't be here at all!" Xia En said, "With such a serious injury history, I'm afraid he would have spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair ten years ago!"

"Even now, [-] years later, the injuries he suffered are devastating."

After reading Mo Mengchen's information, Westphal said, "He's actually a doctor."

"interesting."

In addition to more than a dozen members of the coaching staff, Suns general manager Brian Colangelo was present.

"If you strip out the player part, it's a rookie Michael Jordan's résumé."

"He's a good doctor, why would he give up such a good job?" Colangelo said sarcastically.

Mo Mengchen stared at the few people who were talking, although the two sides were tens of meters apart, he saw it.

He saw that the other party was holding his own document—his name was written on the cover page of the document—even though it was so far away, he still saw it.

These eyes are undoubtedly the most valuable talent in Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen gradually discovered that besides the system, he could also discover more strengths in himself.

"Now that he's here, let's see why he dares to come to the trial." Westphal didn't want to qualify people with a hammer.

At this time, another teaching assistant stood up.

"Next, we will test your athletic ability and shooting test. If you want to take the athletic ability test first, follow me. If you want to take the shooting test first, you can stay here."

As soon as the teaching assistant finished speaking, several tall and burly people stood up.

Clearly, they're confident in their athleticism, and they're hoping to impress the coaching staff from the start.

Mo Mengchen was the last one to stand up.

Seeing him stand up, the others were very surprised.

He looks a little too thin.

Although he has been in special training for three months, his weight has only increased by five catties, and he currently only weighs 77 kilograms, which is really light for a person with a height of 196 centimeters.

"This guy is like a weed stick."

Behind Mo Mengchen, a short black man said jokingly.

"Wait, I hope to fight him in a group, and I will smash his bones!"

"By the way, which university is this guy from?"

"I haven't heard of it, who knows him?"

The gossip was left behind by Mo Mengchen, and he followed a group of forwards.

"Now, two teams do the 3/4 sprint test, who will come first?" the assistant coach asked.

At this moment, a white man stepped forward, looking very nervous.

"Who wants to run with him?" the assistant teacher asked with a smile.

Seeing that no one came forward, Mo Mengchen took the initiative to go up.

"Let me introduce myself." The assistant coach smiled. "My name is Billy Cody. I'm the physical coach of the Suns. You can call me Billy."

"My name is Louis M. Lore." The man was so nervous that he exploded, even saying his middle name.

"I'm from UMass, I'm a forward, I'm versatile."

Seeing his appearance, Mo Mengchen was about to get nervous.

To what extent is this guy so nervous that he can infect others with his nervousness?

The four or five people behind them all laughed.

"Who the hell cares that you're not omnipotent!"

"Get started, coach!"

"Well, nice to meet you, Almighty Louis."

Potter looked at Mo Mengchen: "Your Asian kid, what's your name, and which university do you come from?"

"Don't bother, just call me Mo."

Mo Mengchen said, "I'm from the University of Washington."

Washington University?
"Impossible! We played against Washington this year, and I haven't seen him!" Someone said behind.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to pay attention to these noisy doubts, he looked at Potter: "Shall we start?"

"I'll count to three, and you start."

"3,"

Mo Mengchen was about to start running, he glanced at Luo Er, he still didn't know what this guy was nervous about.

"2,"

"1!"

The two started at the same time. At the beginning, they were evenly matched. In the next few rounds, Luoer surpassed Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen just ran as hard as he could. He knew exactly what his speed was. He just had to prove that his speed could keep up with the rhythm of the NBA.

Luo Er was too nervous to speed up early, but he still easily defeated Mo Mengchen in this link.

In the end, Mo Mengchen left a time of 3 seconds in the 4/3.66 sprint test.

Lore was 0.25 seconds faster than him.

"You run really well." Luo Er came over and said to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen looked at his trembling legs: "You are too nervous, and your muscles are very stiff, take a rest."

"why?"

"If you don't want to get hurt, you'd better listen to me."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, he walked to another place, ready to accept another test.

"No, this trial training is very important to me!" Luo Er said after catching up with Mo Mengchen.

"This is your business."

Mo Mengchen said this indifferently, leaving Luoer aside.

(End of this chapter)