You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 101 Shining Rookie Competition

Mo Mengchen competed with Finley for a round according to the set of shooting competition rules he made in the team.

Like everyone else, Finley scored consecutive shots at the beginning, thinking that this would give Mo Mengchen a blow, and he hit 34 consecutive goals.

For a person who hasn't warmed up yet, this kind of accuracy can be regarded as very powerful.

It's a pity that he faced Mo Mengchen who had completely thrown away.

As if joking with him, Mo Mengchen scored 134 consecutive shots in one breath, as if on purpose, his 135th shot didn't even touch the basket.

abnormal!
Finley made such a judgment for Mo Mengchen in his heart.

This beginning basically sealed the conclusion for this match. Finley was very accurate, but what he met was a super perverted and invincible Mo Mengchen.

After shooting a thousand shots, Mo Mengchen suddenly found that his open three-point shooting attribute points had risen from 52 to 53.

This is the reward of hard training, like playing a game where you can't see the experience bar, you know it will level up, but you don't know when this moment will come, all you can do is keep working hard.

Suddenly, it escalates.

This made Mo Mengchen feel much better.

"You have the most accurate shot I've ever met," Finley said heartily.

Mo Mengchen didn't answer, grabbed the ball on the ground, and threw it on the tool box beside it, where there were more than a dozen balls.

"Do you want to have a drink?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Finley thought Mo Mengchen was leaving soon, but he didn't expect the other party to send out an invitation.

For him, making friends is difficult, because he always seems very restrained. If Mo Mengchen hadn't been the only one in this training hall, their friendship would not have sprouted, let alone progress so quickly.

"No one can refuse a doctor's invitation." Finley nodded in agreement.

Those people were still accompanying the media, while Mo Mengchen and Finley sneaked out.

The two stopped at a coffee shop.

"That's it."

The decoration of this coffee shop is in line with Mo Mengchen's aesthetics, Finley has no objection, anyway, it's for a drink, where is it not?

Mo Mengchen ordered a drink, while Finley ordered a cup of coffee.

"Why are your shots so accurate? Is it because of your unique ball-handler?" Finley gestured to Mo Mengchen's ball-handling gesture.

"Maybe, but I think shooting posture is only a small part. If you can shoot [-] shots a day, you can be as accurate as me." Mo Mengchen said.

"Pfft~!"

Two thousand balls, this is naturally possible, but he doesn't have that much time.

NBA players can play without shooting accurately, and they must not miss all aspects of training.

If Finley hadn't seen Mo Mengchen's accuracy during training, he would definitely suspect that he was bragging at this moment.

However, he has seen the opponent's strength.

His kind of accuracy, if it is put into training, it may take him only one hour to complete the shooting training that others need several hours.

Finley also reminded Mo Mengchen.

What he always wanted to do, interfere with the team's operations.

As a time traveler, he must make full use of his own advantages.

You know, Finley was the No. 21 pick in the first round. He is the typical "There are 20 people in front of Michael Finley?" player.

Scouts are not gods, and it is common to miss them. Every rookie has leftovers, and he knows who these leftovers are.

Such advantages are not in vain.

In the rookie challenge that night, Mo Mengchen started.

The starting five of the Eastern rookie team are Stackhouse, Stoudemire, Mo Mengchen, Roaring Tianzun, and Ed Bannon.

This is also the first time in history that Mo Mengchen's leadership has lost its effectiveness. These people don't listen to him at all, and his position is number two.

With the ball out of his hands, he can only catch and shoot as a shooter, and even then, he does a good job.

On this stage where everyone wants to perform, he is the only one who is seriously competing.

Tonight, he was given the task of scoring in double figures, assisting 5 times, with a personal rating of B and a team rating of B+.

This is also the first time in a long time that the system has shown its intelligence.

It seems to be very clear that with such a lineup, Mo Mengchen can't get a rating at all, so the two rating requirements are not high.

The two sides fought fiercely with their talents. Mo Mengchen only got three shots, all of which were three-pointers. He didn't carry forward any team spirit. He shot when it was time to shoot. He made all three three-pointers and scored 9 points.

"Your three-pointer is really accurate!" Stoudemire laughed, "Being famous is worse than meeting, and meeting is better than being famous."

I'm so accurate, I don't see you feeding me more balls, dwarf.

There was a harmless smile on Mo Mengchen's face, and he had already scolded Stoudemire in his heart.

"Without the ball at all, this guy can still play?" Houston's hands were bandaged, and he and Hill and others came to the sidelines to watch the game.

Dumars said: "If you don't play, you have to play. This is a game."

In addition to them, there were also many stars who were going to participate in the All-Star Game.

They are all hot players. Among them, the true god of the league, the Bulls No. 23 who came with revenge, is sitting in the private room at the moment.

He cut open the cigar with a knife and lit it.

"Michael, good things to share."

A big fat face with a bright smile flashed in front of Jordan's eyes, causing several black lines to appear on his face.

"Can I invite you to another room? I'm worried that this private room won't hold your weight." Jordan's face was nothing but disgust.

The fat man immediately became unhappy: "You damn stingy nigger, just give it if you don't want to!"

"I said I won't give it to you?" Jordan kept cursing, "Damn Alabama fat boy, he has played for more than ten years, and he didn't get a single ring. His temper has grown a lot!"

"Hurry up and give it to me!" The fat man was furious, he was most annoyed when people talked about rings, what are rings?Can I eat it?As rare as anyone.
The fat man took Jordan's cigar, raised his fat legs, roughly cut the end of the cigar, and lit it.

"Well, you still fucking enjoy it!" Fatty's face was full of intoxication.

Originally, Jordan was enjoying his cigar in a good mood, but when this fat man came, everything changed.

Why should I know this fat man?Jordan couldn't figure it out until he died.

After a while, someone came in again.

Anyone who knew Jordan must have known him.

Jordan's dynasty is inseparable from the help of this person.

"When the game is over, they want to go to Duis to play." Pippen said.

Jordan took out the cigar in his mouth: "Don't all these idlers know how to obey the curfew?"

"Forget it! What is the curfew? Some people dare to take a private jet to Las Vegas to gamble all night until the playoffs." Fatty's voice was extremely harsh at this moment.

Jordan was furious: "Even if I go to Las Vegas all night every day, I still have three rings!"

"you!"

The fat man clenched his fat fist and gave Jordan a middle finger.

"Forget it, you miser are really boring, I'll go and have a look at their place." The fat man grabbed the cigar Jordan gave him and rushed to other private rooms.

Pippen's voice was dry as a robot: "You and Chuck are like brothers."

"Fuck it! I hate this fat man!" Jordan yelled.

In the second half, Mo Mengchen finally took the No. [-] position, and the ball came to him.

He paired up with Stackhouse, and Stoudemire watched from the sidelines.

Within 4 minutes, Mo Mengchen continued to command his teammates. He was majestic on the court. Stackhouse asked for the ball repeatedly and wanted to play singles. He didn't even look at it. make balls.

"Are you fucking blind? Give me the ball!" Stackhouse yelled.

Mo Mengchen replied with a cold face: "You don't get the ball, we still score, what does that mean?"

Just as Stackhouse was about to speak, Mo Mengchen came to a conclusion: "It means that you are a cancer. Even if it is not so serious, it is enough to prove that whether you score or not has no effect on the game."

Stackhouse's face turned livid, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

"You tell me again?" Stackhouse said coldly.

"If you want to be a cancer, I don't care. It doesn't matter if you don't want to fight. I don't care about four-on-five. If you want to get the ball, you have to listen to me, or get out. As long as the ball is in my hands, you don't I want to single out!"

Mo Mengchen turned around and looked for Wallace to serve.

Wallace delivered the ball, and none of the other three stood by Stackhouse.

They all ran forward with Mo Mengchen, because they knew who could make them perform on this big stage.

"Put me down!" Stackhouse said to the head coach.

He thought it was impossible without him.

So the head coach satisfied him and replaced him.

For him, this is a shame, and what makes him even more unbearable is that Mo Mengchen led four other people in the third quarter to beat the Western Rookie Team 34 to 20, overtaking the score in one fell swoop, and before the fourth quarter came Established a 12-point advantage.

"After the third quarter, Dor.Mo scored 12 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists. What a dazzling performance? He dominated the third quarter!"

"Some people are born leaders who are loved and trusted by their teammates."

In the last 5 minutes of the fourth quarter, Mo Mengchen was off.

In the Rookie Challenge, he left a triple-double of 17 points, 10 rebounds and 11 assists.

Everyone off the court was high-fiving him, everyone paid him respects, except Stackhouse.

Mo Mengchen high-fived everyone, and when he came in front of Stackhouse, he deliberately jumped over him.

Stackhouse glared over, but Mo Mengchen didn't see it at all.

The Eastern Rookies eventually won the game.

Mo Mengchen won the MVP of the Rookie Challenge with his triple-double overall performance.

"This guy had a triple-double without saying a word."

Jordan snorted.

"Another penny?" Pippen looked up.

"It's not like, it's not that we haven't played against them, we've played three games, you bumpkin!" Jordan glared at his partner.

Pippen recalled that they did play three games against the Pistons.

"Okay, I remembered," Pippen said. "I remember him shooting threes and defending badly."

Well, this Arkansas redneck doesn't like anyone.

Jordan didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

This can't be blamed on Pippen. The person who has fought against him every day since his rookie year is the best player in history. Who will have a higher vision?
"We will play another game against the Pistons this season, and we will take a closer look at that time," Pippen said.

"Don't look at it, just smoke your cigar!" Jordan said in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)