You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 926

It was mid-September 2002

It has been three months since last season's finals, and Kobe's Eagle County incident has also been going on for two months, and the world is tired of it.

Although the outside world is changing and major events are happening all the time, NBA teams still have to look forward.

The preseason training camps for each team started today.

Detroit, Narrow Sports Center.

As we all know, this is the training ground under the name of Mo Mengchen. It covers an amazing area and has high-end equipment. It is a public welfare gymnasium for the public.

From today, in the next month, the Nairo Sports Center will not be open to the public, because of a well-known reason: the Pistons' preseason training camp for the new season will open here.

This is the first time the Pistons set up a preseason training camp in Detroit, and directly used Mo Mengchen's training hall.

Unexpectedly, their experience was better than expected.

The training facilities here are the most advanced in the world. The first floor is the stadium, and the second floor is the science and technology department for training and recovery. There are everything from pornography, gambling and drugs.

"Why did we choose this place as the training site for the preseason training camp until now?"

On the first day here, chief assistant Adam Frause said in surprise.

Nairuo Sports Center is an industry under the name of Mo Mengchen, and it is located in Detroit. It is convenient for players to come and go. They don't have to leave their families, they can participate in preseason training camps, and they can enjoy the best training facilities.

"You have to ask Mo, why did this guy propose to let us train here this year."

At this time, Hill was lying on the ground, enjoying the rookie's back push.

John Salmons was diligently pressing on the body of Devil Mountain, with skillful techniques, and he must have done a lot of research in private.

"After so many years, I finally have a rookie who can fight." Grant Hill said very gratified.

Salmons is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and does his best to serve Hill.

Another rookie is not as good as him.

Little Prince Prince, the No. 23 pick that the Pistons got through a deal between Miller and the Trail Blazers this summer, is 206 centimeters tall, but has a pair of 218 centimeters long arms.

To everyone, Prince is still just a rookie, and only Mo Mengchen can see his potential.

For a long time to come, the wing gate composed of Prince and Gerrard will be a nightmare for countless teams.

"Your Highness, please buy me some water!"

Bullying in the team is inevitable. Randolph sat down and threw the money into Prince's hand, "Remember, it's 100% juice. If you buy the wrong one, you don't get a tip!"

A compulsory course for rookies.

Prince picked up the money and walked out of the training hall in silence.

Mo Mengchen looked at Randolph, this guy seemed to have practiced a lot in the summer, not only did he not gain weight, but he became much stronger.

Like our future Eddie Curry.

Mo Mengchen glanced at Curry in the distance, and the person he was training against was the veteran gorilla Ewing who chose to continue fighting.

According to the original history, Ewing should have retired this summer, but he realized his dream last season and realized that there was still fuel in the tank, and the team didn't need him to play too much time. His role is actually to be the leader of the locker room And Curry's mentors help the team.

He chose to continue playing for another year, which was actually in line with the team's intentions.

Mo Mengchen had already assumed that Curry would be fat this summer, and then he had a reason to train him well in the preseason training camp.

But looking at it now, not only did he not gain weight, but he was also in good spirits.

It is said that Shibai will treat each other differently in three days. Mo Mengchen and Curry will not see each other in three months. Curry has become a muscular and muscular man from the little fat man who was still a little puffy last season.

He weighs almost 120 kilograms now, with less fat, and his whole face looks a lot thinner. Obviously, he should be so ugly that people want to have nightmares, but he is a bit ugly and handsome when he gets used to it.

Half an hour later, Rashid proposed to watch a bullfight.

This is the repertoire of the Pistons. The rules are American bullfighting. At most, you can only dribble the ball and get a shot, and you can grab rebounds.

Being able to dribble is not the most important thing, the important thing is to shoot accurately.

Rasheed beat Jerome lightly, and then beat Magloire. With a little trick, he flew Ginobili, who was not interested in fighting, and dunked after taking a dribble.

Win three games in a row.

The prize pool has accumulated to $5.

The entry fee for the competition is [-] U.S. dollars, and a ring system is implemented. Everyone who wants to participate only needs to put down one thing to represent [-] U.S. dollars. After the game, hand over the money in any way.

Randolph was extremely excited when he saw it, and put [-] US dollars up, indicating that he would play two rounds in a row.

In the first round, he released a three-pointer from Rashid, who made a hit.

In the second round, he stopped shooting. After interfering, he shouted at Tianzun and missed the shot; when it was the black bear's turn to attack, Randolph Xia Tian practiced the mid-range shot, which is the sharpest winning weapon in American heads-ups. Double-threat test Stepping out, Rashid didn't know the depth, and took a step back. Randolph directly made a jumper and hit the board.

"Who else is coming?" Randolph flexed his muscles wildly.

"Father, don't you teach that kid a lesson?" Rashid asked as he walked.

"The bonus is too small, I'm not interested." Mo Mengchen's words directly pierced the hearts of Prince and Salmons.

The two rookies had just joined the team, and their salaries were not high. They couldn't afford to play a round of [-] yuan. Although they were restless, they didn't dare to go forward.

Then, Reid played, but was directly terminated by Randolph's mid-range shot that ignored the defense.

"Mike, come again!" Randolph challenged.

"Someone will take care of you." Reid retreated to the sidelines.

An unexpected person enters the scene.

Louis M. Lore, a veteran of the team, joined the team in the same year as Mo Mengchen. If you don't read the information, no one will know that this guy is 30 years old.He's well maintained and looks like a rookie despite coming into his eighth year as a pro.

"Louis, are you sending me money?" Randolph laughed.

"Just for fun." Lore directly put down the [-] check. This is a real check, which means he can play three rounds.

The bonus pool has accumulated to 11, but Lore's [-] is in vain. His ability is far inferior to Randolph.

In the three rounds, Randolph first dribbled a pull-up jumper, then dribbled another step, then turned around and made a layup, ending Lore's goal with the most passion, and directly staged a self-throwing and self-grabbing dunk.

Although it is a bullfight, Randolph's progress can be seen.

He couldn't wait to show the results of his training to everyone.

"Why don't you go up and try?" Hill asked Salmons and Prince.

Prince and Salmons looked a little embarrassed.

Salmons scratched his waist and said embarrassedly: "I just signed with the team, and my salary was sent home."

"I just bought a house and a car, so..." Prince simply explained why he wasn't playing.

"Is that so?" Hill looked at Randolph, who kept challenging him, and asked Mo Mengchen, "Are you sure you don't want to go up and teach Z-BO a lesson?"

Seeing him like this, Mo Mengchen knew he couldn't help it: "Please."

"Don't anyone dare to come up?" Randolph continued to yell. The reason why he was so arrogant was because Curry was singled out with Ewing in the distance. Mo Mengchen would definitely disdain this small amount of money. He is more effective than him when it comes to bullfighting, but bullfighting has limitations, and his style of play is very advantageous in bullfighting.

"Z-BO, you don't mind if I fight with you."

(Dor. Mo's broken thoughts: Why does Z-BO sound so barren?)

Seeing Hill, Randolph's tongue got stuck: "Old, mother?"

"Scream, Zach, why don't you scream?" Loll laughed, "Even my mother can't stand it anymore!"

"I'll just play one round." Hill placed his water bottle on the $[-] pile, which symbolized $[-].

Hearing that he would only play one round, Randolph decided to give it a go.

There are many chances in a round. If he succeeds in direct attack, Hill can only admit defeat.

However, Randolph didn't expect Hill's defense to be so serious. He dribbled the ball, but all the ways to attack were seen clearly, so he had to force himself to shoot.

Naturally not.

"If you attack like this every time, it's easy to fall into the opponent's trap. It's better to have more changes in the breakthrough." Hill and Randolph singled out while pointing, and walked beyond the three-point line.

Randolph stepped forward to defend, also close to the body, Hill can only dribble the ball, his control skills will not be of much use in this round, but the power of the first step can be fully reflected here.

At the point where everyone's eyes were focused, Hill first made a fake tremor to break to the left and swayed Randolph's center of gravity. Then, the ball was placed on the ground, and the first step like a rainstorm forcibly stepped through Randolph's defensive area.

Randolph's lateral speed couldn't keep up at all, and the defense immediately lost its position.

Devil Mountain dribbled the ball one step, pulled up the free throw line, and hit the board.

Tall, fast, able to dribble, and shoot accurately.

Such a person is unsolvable in heads-up.

Randolph laughed dryly, and quickly turned back to find a helper: "Father, why don't you come up and try?"

"The bonus is too small, and my father doesn't like it."

"It's a little gambling, isn't it enough to play a game with my mother?"

There are quite a few people who want to watch the bullfight between Mo Mengchen and Hill.

Hill was fearless and said to Mo Mengchen, "Are you coming?"

However, the disappointment is not Dor.Mo.

He picked up the water bottle on the ground: "First of all, your mother can't beat me; second, since I can watch your dogs bite dogs for free, why should I shoot? Finally, I reject your proposal."

After all, he turned and left.

"It seems that your father is scared." Hill asked, patting the ball, "Is there anyone else who wants to teach?"

No one dared to go up, so Hill won today's heads-up match.

A few days later, the prize worth 12 was divided into two parts by Hill and given to Salmons and Prince respectively.The two rookies wanted to refuse, but Hill said that the things given away would not be returned.

Hill was to encourage Prince and Salmons, who had just arrived, to take the initiative to participate in team activities. After that, the two of them were particularly active in activities outside of training.

(End of this chapter)