I was banned from the Olympics for being too strong

Chapter 107 Before the Final

Mo Lang watched the content of "Basketball Fire" and "Slam Dunk".

In his opinion, "Basketball Fire" is a martial arts basketball TV series, and the basketball moves in it are all martial arts style.

"Slam Dunk" is even more exaggerated, it is simply a fantasy basketball movie.

Without exception, these two TV series and movies are full of Chinese Kung Fu elements.

Among them, "Basketball Fire" requires master-level basketball skills and a limit of 30.00%!
And "Slam Dunk" needs to reach the mythical level of basketball skills and the limit value of 40.00%!
This is too far for Mo Lang.

But in half a year, I will definitely be able to achieve master-level basketball skills before entering the NBA.

It's just this limit value, and I don't know if winning the CBA championship and MVP player will improve.

It stands to reason that for three tasks, the reward is 15.00% of the limit value, and every time a task is completed, it can be increased by 5.00%.

If this is the case, then when I enter the NBA, I will be able to unlock the character attributes of the TV series "Basketball Fire".

Think about it or look forward to it.

At that time, it will not be a slam dunk from the free throw line, but a slam dunk from the three-point line!

When I think of foreigners calling out:

chinese kungfu!

Mo Lang wanted to laugh a little.

But the most important thing now is to win the CBA championship and become this MVP player!

I don't know if my idea will work or not.

"System, can I combine the attributes of the two characters in "Heizi's Basketball"?"

Mo Lang asked the system.

"Of course! The host's current physical fitness can withstand the blessing of combining the three character attributes in "Heizi's Basketball"!"

The system gave an affirmative answer: "After all, this is the meaning of my existence."

"If the host is not abnormal, why does our system need it?"

"..."

Mo Lang was speechless for a moment.

What the system says makes sense.

If the protagonist is not perverted, why do we need a system?
I already have a system. You want to talk to me about science?
A national level one athlete?

"Since that's the case, it's easy to handle!"

Mo Lang already had two candidates in mind.

He believes that he has integrated the attribute skills of these two characters, and he will definitely be able to amaze the audience!

……

……

Time flies by quietly.

The day for the finals is getting closer.

More and more people on the Internet began to discuss whether Mo Lang could still do it.

The vast majority of people feel that the Shanghai team is too poorly configured and will lose against the mighty Liaobei team.

Even Mo Lang's old fans became depressed.

After watching so many basketball games, they know more or less about basketball.

Basketball is not swimming, it is team fighting.

Just like playing LOL, you are a king with a few golds and go to a group of masters to fight, no matter how good you are?

The result is only to lose.

But what should come still has to come.

An ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, it has to be pulled out for a spin.

Soon it was the night before the final.

This night, Mo Lang was very busy, and he kept answering the phone after dinner.

The first call was from Mo Lang's good brother, Zhang Sheng who was far away on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

The time difference between the two places is 13 hours.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the opposite side should be slightly bright.

"Hey, why do you get up so early, big fat guy?"

Mo Lang had just finished a little training and was on his way back to the dormitory after eating.

"I get up so early every day for a run. I just finished my run. I think you will be in the final tomorrow. Are you sure you can win the championship?"

Zhang Sheng's breathless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Is the sun coming out from the west? I think your kid is fucking doing something bad! Hehehe?" Mo Lang showed a manly smile.

"How is it possible, don't you know my sincerity for your sister?"

"Hahaha, I guess you don't dare either." Mo Lang said with a smile: "But why are you suddenly losing weight? You don't really want to lose weight and become a lightning bolt, right?"

"Hahaha, it's said in the book that fat people have potential. Maybe if I lose weight, I'll be a little more handsome than you. Wouldn't your sister agree to it?"

"Hahaha, it's impossible to be more handsome than me." Mo Lang said, "It's good to lose weight, but if you are too fat, it's easy to get high. Maybe you will be a handsome guy if you lose weight."

The two of them were chatting, and Zhang Sheng felt relieved when he saw Mo Lang's relaxed tone.

It seems that Mo Lang still has something up his sleeve, waiting to show off his skills in the finals.

However, I really expected him to show a surprised expression when he saw me.

"There are a few talented basketball players in the United States this year. On the way to the top of the NBA, there are a few more young and strong obstacles in the way." Zhang Sheng said.

"I know, but this is more challenging, isn't it?" Mo Lang looked at the starry sky above his head and said:

"If it's something that can be done easily, it would be too boring."

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you to come over, and I've done everything you asked me to do."

Zhang Sheng said: "But the Chinese-American basketball player said that he would have to experience your level personally before deciding whether to accompany you on that crazy road."

"Okay, I understand. I also want to see where his limits are."

"bye."

Zhang Sheng hung up the phone, returned to the room, and looked at his handsome face in the mirror. In the past few years, he has successfully become the most popular star in the United States.

Sure enough, it is good to read more. The book is right, every fat person is a potential stock!

Mo Lang smiled, of course he knew why Zhang Sheng called him.

It's just that he didn't expect that Zhang Sheng started to lose weight seriously. Could it be that his elder sister said that he would marry the fat man when he lost weight?

"Ride on my beloved little motorcycle..."

As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, Mo Lang thought about it again on the phone.

Looking at the caller ID [Old Sister], Mo Lang muttered to himself, "I really mean Cao Cao Cao Cao is here".

"Hey, dear brother, have you missed my beautiful, youthful, lovely and charming sister?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Mo Bing's voice like a royal sister came.

"I'm 27 this year, and I have sex with a beautiful girl."

Mo Lang complained.

"I'm going to call my dad right now and tell my dad that I'm tired, so let my younger brother take over the family business."

Mo Bing's resentful voice came from the other end of the phone.

The corner of Mo Lang's mouth twitched, and he immediately showed a flattering smile: "How can a beautiful girl match your identity, sister?"

"In my opinion, you are a fairy descended from the world!"

"Hahaha, that's more or less the same. You're a wise boy and you don't forget about my sister when you have a girlfriend."

Mo Bing sat up from the bed. The sexy suspender pajamas could not cover up her proud figure, revealing her pure white skin.

She tidied up her messy pajamas, and said again: "Are you bringing your girlfriend home for the Chinese New Year this year?"

"It depends on her wishes, she is still young anyway."

"Yo, is this mocking my sister's age?"

"Don't dare."

"I'm sorry you don't dare." Mo Bing's tone suddenly became serious and said, "Are you sure?"

"kindness."

Of course Mo Lang knew what his sister was asking about, and nodded confidently.

"Okay, then I'll take some beauty sleep."

Mo Bing hung up the phone, leaned on the bedside, and looked at the other side of the sea through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It's not right to be a rich second generation, and you have to walk such a hard road.

Beijing.

Billion garden.

"The newspapers are all upside down, and they are still pretending here. If you want to call your son to ask, you can call yourself. You must ask me to call."

After the meal, Mo Lang's mother, Zhao Siling, came out of the room with a face mask. Looking at Mo Wanqian who was pretending, she couldn't help but complain.

"Hey." Mo Wanqian didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, but licked his face and smiled: "I called my son first, and you called my son first. I want my son to call first." Call you."

As expected of a successful businessman, he is not only thick-skinned, but also shameless.

"Hehe, believe it or not, he called me first?" Zhao Siling said, patting the mask on her face lightly, not giving Mo Wanqian any face at all.

"Hey, I don't believe this kid doesn't give me such a little face."

Mo Wanqian took out his mobile phone, dialed Mo Lang's number, and turned on the speakerphone.

The phone got through soon.

Mo Lang's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Hello? Where's Mom?"

Mo Wanqian: "..."

Zhao Siling: "Hahaha! Here you go, just like you, what is your status in the hearts of your sons and daughters? I don't know?"

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Mo Lang was speechless. His parents were a hundred years old together, and they acted like children every day.

"It's nothing. Your dad saw many people on the Internet saying that you are not good enough to win the championship. He wants to call you to ask you, but he is not confident and embarrassed."

After all, Zhao Siling still saved some face for Mo Wanqian in front of her son.

"Don't you still know your son's strength? Is the son born by Zhao Siling any worse?"

"Hahaha, that's right, I think my son will be able to do it, those people on the Internet know how to talk nonsense all day long." Zhao Siling smiled from ear to ear, and gave Mo Wanqian a hard look.

What that means is, do you hear me, can my son be bad?

Seeing Zhao Siling's proud appearance, Mo Wanqian vented his anger on Mo Lang, and shouted from the side: "If you don't win the championship, hurry back and inherit my family property!"

"Don't listen to your father's nonsense, An An will compete with peace of mind." Zhao Siling glared at her husband, and then asked gossipingly:
"Bring Tianxin back this year to have a look. Why don't you ask her parents, when Tianxin comes back, we two can choose a time to have dinner?"

"I'm discussing this with her, but if we really meet, you want Dad to restrain his temper, don't act like I'm rich, and put too much pressure on others." Mo Lang said.

"Your father and I already have money."

Mo Wanqian muttered to the side.

He never imagined that he would be rejected by his son because of his wealth.

"Then don't go, just ask Mom to go."

Mo Lang was not at all used to this father who forced him to go back and inherit the family property.

"Okay, stop teasing your father. It's not polite for your father to go there when the parents of both sides meet."

Seeing Mo Wanqian's help-seeking eyes, he stretched out his leg, and the latter immediately pressed his foot "considerately".

Only then did Zhao Siling say something nice for Mo Wanqian.

"Okay, I see. I'm going to take a shower. You and Dad pay attention to your health."

Mo Lang smiled and hung up the phone.

Kyoto.

Red courtyard.

"You call and ask your daughter, is that kid Mo Lang sure of winning the championship?"

Lan Hong was holding a small wine glass, lying on the chair for the elderly in the yard to enjoy the cool, and asked Liu Qing who was knitting a pair of baby shoes with wool.

"Hey, now you know how to care about your future son-in-law?"

Liu Qing was knitting the little shoes, and said without turning her head: "When Mo Lang was misunderstood, I didn't see you helping me to say a word!"

"I believed that my future son-in-law would not be afraid of the shadow swaying. I would harm him if I spoke for him." Lan Hong said straightforwardly, without guilt at all.

"Besides, I still bring this wool back. I also hope that my daughter and that boy will have a good result, so that I can retire and take care of my children."

"Hehe, you want to take care of a child even if you are a frivolous one, so it's better not to hurt the child." Liu Qing said angrily: "And your smell of alcohol, don't bring out someone like you at that time." The drunkard comes out."

But thinking about if Mo Lang and his daughter had a child, would Mo Lang's parents agree to let him take care of the child?
Does she know that the child will be kissed by whoever brings it up?

What's more, seeing those people next door hugging those cuties made her feel envious.

So I want to knit some woolen socks and shoes myself.

When she thought that she was going to be a grandmother, she was looking forward to it.

"I'll just stop drinking by then!"

When Lan Hong thought about taking his children and strolling around after retirement, his mood immediately improved, and he quickly took two sips of wine.

At the same time, I was a little entangled, feeling heartbroken that the daughter I had raised for so many years was getting married.

But then he thought about this kid, Mo Lang, who will be in the finals tomorrow, whether he is sure of victory, and if he wins the championship, he can brag in front of his comrades.

My future son-in-law won the CBA championship in half a year, only half a year, hahaha.

Thinking of this, Lan Hong couldn't wait to call his daughter.

It turned out that he was on a call, so he glanced at the time.

eight o'clock.

His daughter should be on the phone with that kid again.

Lan Hong's guess was good.

Mo Lang called Lan Tianxin just after taking a shower.

The two chatted for a while and shared what happened today.

"Ah Liang, are you sure about tomorrow's game?"

Finally, Lan Tianxin couldn't help but asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, you just want to wait until I win the championship, and you can reward me with whatever you want." Mo Lang laughed.

"Don't worry, I recently learned how to make leek egg pancakes, and I'll give you enough to eat!"

Lan Tianxin said playfully.

"By the way, I want to tell you one more thing."

After finishing speaking, Lan Tianxin said with some hesitation.

"It's okay, just tell me if you have anything to say." Mo Lang was also curious.

"I plan to lead them this year, and I'm going back. Aren't you going to play in the NBA then? I also want to work in the United States." Lan Tianxin hesitated for a while and expressed his thoughts.

"If it's because of me, I don't want you to change or compromise, but if you really want to work in the United States, I agree with both hands and feet!" Mo Lang said happily.

If possible, who doesn't want to meet the person they like every day.

"Well, I want to go to the United States on my own. While I'm by your side, I also want to work hard to become better, and now there are more and more college students who are willing to teach, so I'm very relieved."

Lan Tianxin said: "I can't completely change Huaxia education by myself, so I want to become a more influential person and make Huaxia education better!"

The two chatted about their plans for the future.

Mo Lang tentatively said: "My mother said, will our two families have time to meet and have a meal together at the end of this year?"

"Ok."

Lan Tianxin said in a small voice.

Soon the night passed.

The much-anticipated CBA finals are about to begin!

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