You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 10 The Rules of the Court
3/4 half-court sprint: 3.66 seconds.

Baseline return run: 13 seconds.

Vertical takeoff: 30 inches. (75 cm)

80kg bench press: 13 reps.

Spot-up 25-foot jumper: 20-for-[-].

Move 25-foot jumper: 18-for-[-].

College 25-point jumper: 25 of [-].

College moves jumper from the 25-point line: 19 of [-].

NBA three-point jumper: 25 of 24.

NBA mobile 25-point jumper: 18-for-[-].

This is the report card handed over by Mo Mengchen. He has no regrets personally, and he has played everything he can. As far as this set of statistics is concerned, except for the NBA three-point line jumper, he has no special outstanding points.

"That Almighty Louis looks injured."

As soon as the morning trial ended, everyone ate in the restaurant in the center of Lille, and some people began to talk about what happened this morning.

"Heh, injury is also part of omnipotence."

The stocky black guard said contemptuously: "How unbearable it is to be injured during a trial? That guy really opened my eyes."

Mo Mengchen slowly cut open the steak on the plate like an operation.

This is his habit.

He always cuts the steak into various shapes, and he will eat it in one sitting after cutting the whole steak into dozens of slices.

He doesn't like cutting while eating, as it has no sense of rhythm and affects appetite.

"Can I sit with you?"

Mo Mengchen looked up, it was Luoer.

"There are so many seats, why do you want to sit here?" Mo Mengchen was really unfriendly.

Lore whispered, "Because I only know you here."

"You know me?" Mo Mengchen fiddled with the knife and fork, "When?"

"In the morning, when we did sprint training together, your name was Mo, and you were from the University of Washington," Lowe said.

Lore didn't have a special impression on Mo Mengchen, and he really couldn't think of such a No. [-] player in the NBA.

This is normal, the flow of the NBA is too great.

"You are from the University of Washington. We played a game against Washington not long ago. Are you not there?" Lore asked.

"I've already graduated."

Mo Mengchen simply replied.

Lol was frightened: "Graduation? You. You're not."

"Because of the injury, I only played for the University of Washington for one year; because of the injury, I finished my studies while recuperating."

Mo Mengchen still gave a simple answer, not giving Luoer the opportunity to continue to explore the topic.

Luo Er stared at him blankly and asked, "How did you know I was going to get hurt?"

"Stupid question, don't you know?" Mo Mengchen said, "You haven't done enough preparatory exercises, and your body is not relaxed enough. I think your thigh has been strained?"

"I don't know, maybe, I fell," Lol said.

After the lunch break, those who participated in the training camp will be tested again.

The content of the afternoon test is relatively simple, which is to measure height, arm span, palm length and width, standing touch height, highest touch height and tactical assessment.

Mo Mengchen's physical condition surprised the people present.

"Height 197 cm."

One centimeter longer?Mo Mengchen didn't expect that he remembered that he was only 196 centimeters, which was three years ago.

"The arm span is 208 centimeters."

Even the arm span has grown by 3 centimeters.

"Mo, do you only play one guard?" Suns assistant coach Derek Cecil asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "I can play both the first and second positions."

"Your physical talent also has a great advantage in the second position." Cecil laughed.

"Thank you."

As for the indicators that are more important to the inside line, such as the length and width of the palm and the height of the standing reach, Mo Mengchen is relatively mediocre. His most amazing thing is the tactical assessment.

The person in charge of assessing the tactics was Jackson Xia En, who had no affection for Mo Mengchen. He asked some difficult questions out of the idea of ​​making things difficult for Mo Mengchen.

"Mo, if it were you, how would you solve this problem?"

"Shooting, I have a solid shooting hand, I can use shooting to solve problems, but this is not the whole problem, this problem is too complicated, or, you should ask."

Mo Mengchen's eyes went straight to the depths of Xia En's heart.

"What should we do so that we don't fall into this difficult situation?"

It was obvious that Xia En was the one who asked the question, but at this moment, Mo Mengchen's tone, posture, and aura on his body were like the Big Dipper of the industry.

Xia En replied subconsciously: "How?"

"That's another question, coach."

Mo Mengchen easily resolved Xia En's difficulties, and also won the highest score for his tactical assessment.

"JS, how is he?" Westphal.

Xia En never imagined that he would be bluffed speechless by a college student who just graduated.

"Even if he can't be an NBA player, he has a chance to be a good coach, this guy is extraordinary."

"Oh?"

Not only Westphal, even their general manager showed surprise.

They all knew how arrogant Sean was, and that Mo made such a huge difference in his opinion in just a few minutes.

"You mean?" Colangelo asked.

"I don't have any opinion, but we should put aside his injury history for a while and see how he performs in the test match."

All the tests have been completed, and the next step is the most important part.

competition.

No matter how well you performed in previous tests, if you can't show the ability in the test and show it on the field, then it is meaningless.

It's like some floor players with overwhelming physical fitness. To put it bluntly, they don't rely on talent. They have skills. To put it bluntly, they just can't make full use of their talents.

It is a shameful waste to have a world-class talent but play the game in a floor-flow manner.

"Mo, Louis, Chris, Larence, Klaus, five of you in white."

"Jack, Atkinson, Kelly, Max, Jenkins, five of you in black."

"The game is divided into two halves, 10 minutes in each half, and everything is played according to NBA rules."

Hearing that Mo Mengchen was not on his team, Atkinson, the stocky defender who had been gossiping behind his back, shouted excitedly: "Babes, let's start the game quickly, I can't fucking wait!"

Mo Mengchen changed into a white No. 10 jersey.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. This was his first game after time travel, and his opponents were all college basketball figures who aspired to the NBA.

There may only be a small part of them who can make it to the NBA, but those who can stir up the situation in the NCAA are not ordinary people.

Although he has undergone three months of special training and has an overall rating of 59, this is his first official game, and nervousness is inevitable.

Before the game starts, the two sides shake hands.

Mo Mengchen walked up to Atkinson.

There was a sinister smile on the face of the other party: "Did you call an ambulance?"

"Have you washed your hands?" Mo Mengchen asked abruptly.

"Emmmm?" Atkinson was dumbfounded by the question.

Seeing him like this, Mo Mengchen knew the answer.

He took the initiative to let go of the opponent's hand, and in front of the opponent, wiped the sun's training jersey as if it had been smeared with stinky shit.

"Fucking bastard!"

Atkinson took the opponent's move as a humiliation.

"I'm going to knock you into incontinence, you skeletal piece of shit, wait!" Atkinson said viciously.

At first, Mo Mengchen was a little nervous, but now it's much better.

Seeing a creature with a low IQ running over for no apparent reason, he felt that basketball was nothing more than that.

"Mo, I can shoot and I can attack off the dribble if you can't"

Mo Mengchen's teammate, Chris Kyle, wearing the No. 43 white player, said to him.

Regarding this name, the only thing Mo Mengchen could think of was a movie called "American Sniper", in which the main character was so cool and flamboyant.

Oh, by the way, this crazy, cool and flamboyant protagonist died in the end.

Adapted from real people and real events, no one can deceive a child.

The tallest member of Mo Mengchen's team is Klaus, who has the same name as Jordan's lifelong enemy. He is 208 centimeters, and this height can only be used as a power forward in this era.

However, he was very heavy, not inferior to those seven-foot-long men.

Excessive weight made him move slowly and his shooting ability was average. Therefore, when he broke away from the relatively low-level college basketball environment and started sprinting towards the world's highest basketball hall, problems appeared.

He has no advantage in the NBA against the basket, and his excessive weight leads to average movement speed, which seriously slows down the team's rhythm. Now is not the era when O'Neal dominates the world. Every team does not need to reserve a fat pier as a slut. Therefore, in this way The players in the NBA are destined to find no market, and the CBA welcomes him.

Compared with Klaus, the opponent's lineup is more balanced.

The highest height, Miles, is definitely seven feet tall and has a relatively normal build. He allocated the ball to Atkinson at the beginning.

"Go to hell with me, idiot!"

Atkinson played with anger, and when he came up, he slammed into Mo Mengchen's body fiercely.

"Beep!"

Mo Mengchen lay down, and Atkinson looked at the referee.

"Hit someone with the ball!"

"what?"

Atkinson said angrily: "Is this a fucking foul? We are not fucking women!"

"stop fighting."

Atkinson heard Mo Mengchen lying on the ground.

"What?" He looked over angrily.

Mo Mengchen stood up and said sarcastically, "With your IQ, it's hard for the referee to explain to you."

"you!"

"Go back to defense."

Atkinson was taken away by his teammates.

"Mo, well done," cried Lol.

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and handed it to the referee.

The staff member acting as the referee nodded slightly with good intentions.

The first rule of the court: Never push yourself.

The second rule of the court: treat the referee as a temporary father.

Law of the Court #[-]: Make good use of this temporary dad.

(End of this chapter)