You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 906 I'd Rather Pass the Ball to Buddy
The team won a big victory, with personal data of 28 points, 7 rebounds and 5 assists. Although they lost their home court advantage, they were not fatal.

Today, Mo Mengchen and his Pistons did what they wanted to do.

When they play perfect Princeton, no matter who the opponent is, they will be destroyed by them.

Princeton plus the Pistons' long-standing lineup depth advantage, no team can withstand such a game.

That night, the Pistons were full of confidence.

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to go home early, but Medela, who came to the front field, insisted on taking him and Buddy to Nairo Sports Center for a successful experiment.

Or it should be said that Medela spoke convincingly, but Mo Mengchen did not believe in the experiment at all.

"Buddy can really shoot," Medela said, as if it were real. "He's probably better at free throws than you."

In the next five seasons, four of the last five seasons have made more than 90% of their free throws.

After killing Buddy, Mo Mengchen didn't believe that the golden retriever had a higher hit rate than himself.Although Golden Retrievers are very smart dogs, they are smarter than other dogs. Playing basketball is not just about brains.

Mo Mengchen didn't believe it, and he didn't want to watch Buddy shoot, but Medela insisted on bringing him to the best personal training center in Detroit—Nairo Sports Center, which he invested and built.

It was famous for Mo Mengchen, and because it was open to the public for free, it attracted many idle young people to come in and have fun.

Over the years, the Nairo Sports Center has become Detroit's Rock Park.

There are luxurious infrastructure here, enough seats to accommodate 4000 people, and some semi-professional teams will choose this place if they want to play games.

Due to the prosperity of various competitions, some teams from other places are also famous. The name of Nairo Sports Center has spread all over the United States, and it is one of the best casinos in the hearts of all basketball fans.

At this time, the game had just ended, and it was early morning, and the always bustling Nairuo Sports Center was deserted.

The security guards had left, and neither were the staff.

Mo Mengchen opened the smart lock through fingerprint recognition, and then brought Medela and Buddy inside.

"Buddy, come here!" Madela yelled.

Buddy barked and saw Madeira throw him a bad ball and he snorted it up.

"You said it is better at free throws than me?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Madeira said, "Yes."

Empty words are nothing, everything needs proof, right?

Mo Mengchen walked to the free throw line, "It is limited to ten shots. If it makes more shots than me, I will admit that my free throws are not as good as it."

"What if you fight to a tie?"

"Then let me admit that its free throws are not inferior to mine." Mo Mengchen turned his head, "However, if I find out that you are bragging, then I need to notify the people in Nairuo Sports Center to issue a rule."

"Starting today, Buddy the Golden Retriever is not allowed to enter the Nairo Sports Center."

"you!"

Madeira didn't expect him to be serious, so she turned around and said to the energetic Buddy; "Come on, we must beat him!"

In order to give Buddy a chance to perform, Mo Mengchen, based on the principle of humility, deliberately shot 10 out of 9 shots, giving Buddy a chance to beat himself.

Buddy sat at the free throw line under Madeira's command.

Mo Mengchen didn't care if it stepped on the line or not, and threw the ball at it, and then, a miraculous scene happened.

Buddy in front of him, like the specially trained golden retriever in "Buddy the Flying Dog", jacked up the ball and hit the board.

"I said it!"

Mo Mengchen continued to pass the ball, and Buddy continued to hit.

It was more accurate than expected, Mo Mengchen passed the ball continuously without interruption, Buddy seemed to be a machine, he seemed to understand the meaning of scoring and not scoring, and every time he headed the ball, he went towards the board.

And, it hits the board every time.

Tenth ball.

Mo Mengchen regarded it as a human being and passed the ball with both hands.

Buddy jacked the ball one last time and hit the board again.

"Buddy won!" Madeira jumped up and down to Buddy's side, hugging and kissing the cheerful golden retriever.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball on the ground and had to admit that Buddy's free throw was better than Hill's, and his catch was better than Curry's.

Although I don't know where it came from, what is certain is that its former owner must have trained it very well, and in the end it was taken advantage of by Madeira.

This incident changed Mo Mengchen's view of Buddy, but he still has a grudge against dogs.

Afterwards, under the coercion of Madeira, Mo Mengchen had no choice but to come to Buddy and admit that his free throws were not as good as a dog.

Buddy barked back, as if he really understood.

Afterwards, they closed the Nero Sports Center and returned to Garleton's apartment, and the night passed.

Early this morning, the Kings team left Detroit.

Being able to win the next game away from home is considered a goal for them.

Next, they have three consecutive home games. Optimistically, if they win all of them, won't they win the championship smoothly?
Conversely, as long as they lose a home game, they will not be able to end the finals at home. Not only that, but they will have to return to Detroit to play in the noisiest environment in the world.

Mo Mengchen prepared a dark breakfast, and then listened to Adrian talking about last night's game and the dispute between Curry and Divac.

"Everyone calls Eddie Bad Boy now."

"why?"

This question seems unnecessary?

"Because he's always making violent things," Adrian said, but he clearly appreciates what Curry is doing. "From the moment he hit Divac, I was a fan of him." Already!"

Mo Mengchen looked at him speechlessly.

What are the things in the minds of children nowadays?
There are many reasons and reasons for Adrian to support Curry's action, and the most important two are related to fighting.

One is the world war he had with the Sharks in the regular season, and that hand-to-hand fight will surely become an unavoidable classic in NBA fight highlights; the other is his malicious foul on Divac last night, what could be better than using this Is it more enjoyable to deal with an old man who is not self-respecting, talks a lot but shoots dirty in such a rough way?

The fans are happy, but Curry is having a hard time.

He doesn't like the nickname "bad boy". He has been a good boy since he was a child, even if he didn't obey discipline in high school-the coach didn't have much to discipline him for his talent-he never made so many troubles scandal.

In just one year in the Pistons, he lost his closest family members, lost his reputation, and lost his self-esteem.

Everything he seems to do is wrong.

He kept thinking about what Mo Mengchen said to him yesterday, and he didn't know what he did wrong. He just fought back against Divac like Mo Mengchen, what was wrong?
Curry couldn't realize his mistake, and couldn't see the essence of the problem, and everything was stuffy in his heart.

The outside world is ridiculing and molesting him, but he himself cut off contact with the outside world with the help of the team.

That afternoon was the last practice in Detroit before the Pistons headed to the road.

"Our bad boy looks preoccupied." Anne Sorvino looked at Curry, who had been so mediocre in the matchup.

In this match, Curry and Mo Mengchen were on the same team, and their opponent was the black team formed by Hill and Miller.

Although Curry's performance was mediocre, Miller was repeatedly attacked in the penalty area because of defensive problems.

Playing and playing, Miller seemed to be back in the finals.

In the finals with the Kings, Miller's playing time decreased sharply. He averaged 25 minutes per game in the regular season, which was on par with Curry, and it was almost the same in the playoffs. He played 12 minutes and was a substitute among the substitutes.

The main reason is defense.

His defense made Westphal afraid to let him stay on the court for too long, because the Kings are running and bombing the team, and they eat the offensive rhythm. Play your most comfortable rhythm on your body.

The Pistons, who have just transitioned from running and bombing to Princeton, know better than anyone the consequences of being played by a running and bombing team. Therefore, Miller's playing time has been greatly shortened, and he himself has no complaints. This is the system. Become an unlucky drowning person.

The confrontation reminded him of the finals. Miller's mentality exploded when Mo Mengchen played here.

Both sides have mental problems inside the line. The black and white teams rely on the outside line to score points.

Mutual exchange.

Mo Mengchen made a three-pointer, Hill broke through and hit a three-pointer, Reed made a three-pointer from the bottom corner, and Ginobili made a European layup with a 2+1 layup.

How to spend how to come, the suspense lasts until the last moment.

The black team had a chance to win, Mo Mengchen changed direction and passed Hill, everyone in the audience exclaimed, this change can bear the word sharp.

Miller, who was confused for the whole game, finally made a good defense, for which he had to let Curry go.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball behind his back, as long as Curry got the ball, he could kill this fierce match.

Curry, who was so far away, caught the ball and let go, and Mo Mengchen's lore pass became his own lore pass.As soon as Curry dropped his hand, Hill, who rushed back, immediately picked up the ball and launched a counterattack.

In a split second, the white team killed the game, and the guy who ended it was Michael Reed, and the guy was running fast, got a layup on a pass from Hill, and the game was over.

"This ball is so risky!" Hill sighed and said to Miller, "Brad, your help defense just now was great!"

Miller smiled wryly, if it wasn't for Curry's buttery hands, they would have lost.

Rashid muttered, "Dad, what did you say before the game started? The losing team ran 15 laps around the field!"

Mo Mengchen was so angry that he took off his competition jersey and smashed it to the ground.

"It's pissed off."

"Isn't it? Almost a match."

"Is dad mad that Eddie didn't catch the ball or that he couldn't see the black team run around?"

Mo Mengchen stared at Curry who didn't even dare to look up at him, and said fiercely: "I'd rather pass the ball to Buddy!"

A short sentence can also be said in an extremely vicious and mean way.

None of the people present knew Madeira's Buddy, but quite a few people must have seen "Flying Dog Buddy". It was a smart dog, but combined with Mo Mengchen's current tone.

What he meant was: I'd rather pass the ball to a dog!

(End of this chapter)