You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 35
In the end, the red team defeated the blue team 38 to 24 and won the intra-team match.

Mo Mengchen scored 2 points, 10 rebounds and 12 assists. Because of this data, Dumars made a joke.

"Someone of us scored 12+10+2 today. Excuse me, which data is an assist? Which data is a rebound? Which data is a score?"

Mo Mengchen drank water nonchalantly, and Dumas came over to cheer him up: "Rookie, believe me, you really have a bright future."

"Then you should feel nervous." Mo Mengchen said.

Dumars smiled: "Why should I be nervous? I have known a truth for a long time. Sooner or later, the league belongs to young people. Before that moment comes, I will be ready."

Competitions have become the norm in the training camp. To Mo Mengchen's regret, there are no tasks in these competitions, that is to say, no points will be rewarded after each game.

Before the training camp is over, the only way to improve attributes is through training.

After a month of training camp, Mo Mengchen mainly improved the open three points.

Every day, he will complete three rounds of shooting training according to the highest standard of Luke Lall. In order to force himself to practice, he will even invite people to play.

Both of them have to shoot a thousand pitches, one is responsible for picking up the ball, and if the shot is missed, he will be replaced.

What is puzzling is that the three-point shot practiced by Mo Mengchen is the three-point distance before the three-point line is shortened.

(Note: The three-point line was shortened at the beginning of the 9495 season, and it was not changed back to the familiar three-point line until the 9798 season)

This kind of competition made Mo Mengchen more focused. After a month, most of the people in the training camp had received invitations. Among them, Houston was the one who accepted the most invitations.

Mo Mengchen's contempt for him made him very unhappy, and he also wanted to prove that he was the most accurate shooter in the Pistons.

After losing to Mo Mengchen ten times in a row, he realized a fact: Mo Mengchen in training state is the best shooter in the world.

"You shoot so accurately, why don't you shoot more during the game?" Houston asked.

While shooting, Mo Mengchen said: "If one day you need my shot to save your life, I will shoot it."

"Fuck you, my fate is in my own hands!" Houston said loudly.

"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen hit the center of the attack, just hitting Houston on the head.

"Can you pick up the ball well?" Mo Mengchen looked at him disappointedly, "Could it be that you can't even be a caddy?"

"Ball ball boy?"

Houston was furious.

"You take me for a caddy?"

Accidentally said what was in his heart, Mo Mengchen wants to make amends, although he thinks so in his heart, but we can't speak out, it will appear to be very lack of emotional intelligence, you know?
"I said I slipped."

It would be better not to say this, Houston was even more angry: "I regard you as an opponent, and you regard me as a caddy?"

In fact, everyone who shoots with Mo Mengchen is regarded as a ball boy by him.

So he didn't think it was a big deal like this. Although it's not good to say it directly, but, isn't it only by being honest and honest that you can make friends?

"If this sentence hurt you, I apologize."

Mo Mengchen threw another ball.

Houston raised his hands above his head, and the ball landed in his palm.

"Damn it, why can you control the touch so well?" As a shooter, Houston knew how terrible Mo Mengchen's shooting ability would be if he could only show 20 in the game.

Mo Mengchen said: "If I have to explain it, I think it's talent."

After all, the exact same trajectory hit again.

"awesome!"

Houston thought to himself, he only needs to raise his hands above his head, and the ball will fall automatically. Mo Mengchen's shooting arc is too straight, every ball hangs the same arc and falls into the same position.

The most incredible thing is that even the sound of the ball rubbing against the net is exactly the same, exactly.

"Is it his shooting form?"

Houston noticed that Mo Mengchen's posture is beautiful and picturesque, and the last pistol shape of the ball-handler has the potential to become a personal trademark label. Is it that peculiar way of ball-handling?
This is the sympathy between shooters. Houston is very aware of the potential of Mo Mengchen's shooting.

"If you want to shoot like this during the game, I suggest you spend more time in the gym," Houston said. , the gym is our home.”

"It's frightening to be given such advice by someone who avoids strength training twice a day." Mo Mengchen held the ball and said, "Do you think I don't know this truth?"

Houston is kind and doesn't want to be attacked like this.

"I"

"Your strength is worse than mine, but now you are licking your face and telling me to increase your strength?" Mo Mengchen sneered.

Damn bastard!

Houston is really good for him from the bottom of his heart, but this person is really annoying!

Every time Huston wanted to develop a relationship with Mo Mengchen, the latter always used three sentences to spray back the feelings he had cultivated with great difficulty back to before liberation.

"Did I offend you?"

The more Houston thought about this matter, the more strange it became. Before Mo Mengchen came to the Pistons, the two must have had no entanglements. How could there be any grudges?
"How can a CP like you offend me?"

"Fuck, I give up! I don't fucking want to pass the ball to you anymore!"

Houston smashed the ball into Mo Mengchen's hand and walked away cursing.

"This CP."

Mo Mengchen wiped off his sweat - there must be many people who want to ask Mo Mengchen, what does CP mean?
Let’s start from the beginning. Decades later, young people like to form various CPs. Whether it’s animation characters or film and television characters, there are CPs from all walks of life. Those combinations with good chemical reactions are what everyone calls CPs.

But Mo Mengchen in his previous life was a widowed doctor who didn't like the Internet or socializing. Of course, he didn't understand that young people had so many tricks.

If he hadn't brought home the most beautiful nurse in the hospital at the most romantic age, he would have been alone for the rest of his life.

Later, when he got older, he could always hear children say who formed the CP, or a child pointed to the person next to him and said: We are CP.

He was very surprised, in this day and age, CP can still be used like this?
So, in his eyes, what exactly is CP?
What most people think of as CP is Couplin, which means pairing, but in his opinion?
CP is the abbreviation of Cerebral palsy.

CP: cerebral palsy.

In other words, those who said "we are CP" in front of him, in his ears, that meant "we are cerebral palsy".

So, that is to say, Houstonians are scolded by Mo Mengchen countless times for cerebral palsy every day
"Mo, I heard you sent Alan flying again?" Hill asked.

For Mo Mengchen, this is a routine operation.

"Is there something wrong?" Mo Mengchen didn't deny it.

Hill said: "I know you're doing it for his own good, and I know you don't like some low-level mistakes, but you need to be softer."

"Grant, every patient wants to see me in the operating room because I never fail, and if they don't do stupid things and say stupid things, I'm gentle."

"Anyone can do the wrong thing and say the wrong thing."

"But if you're doing stupid things and saying stupid things consistently and frequently, then there's a problem."

Mo Mengchen pointed to his head: "Only CPs make frequent mistakes, but their behavior proves that they are not CPs. They just know their mistakes and never correct them. How do you ask me to be gentle with this kind of people?"

"Alan said that he just suggested that you strengthen your strength training. I think that's right. You shouldn't attack him like that."

After a long time, that idiot found someone to make a small report.

"Do you know why I attacked him?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill said: "Because he always makes mistakes? Mo, Alan is like this. You just need to be patient and you can discover his strengths."

"He has as many flaws as he has strengths, but I'm not attacking him for that, he made a very stupid mistake."

"what?"

"Everyone knows my injury history, everyone knows I'm not suitable for high-intensity training, but he told me to do more strength training, does he want me to get injured?"

Mo Mengchen's sharp words shocked Hill into stammering.

"He sure didn't know about it."

"It does not matter."

Mo Mengchen said: "I am familiar with the game style of each of you. I spent half an hour memorizing each of your scoring hot spots and cold spots. I know what rhythm you are good at playing. I can recite each of your points. Personal injury history and I hope he knows me as well as I know him, and so do you."

"Joe is right, you are really special."

Suddenly, Hill laughed.

"I just don't like to keep my words in my heart." Mo Mengchen said.

"I see." Hill put his things down and said, "I think you still need a partner."

"I'm not interested in playing [-]-pointers against someone who's not good at [-]-pointers."

"Don't underestimate me"

"My training is over, next time."

Ever since joining the Pistons, Mo Mengchen has planned the future for himself.

It's an interesting juncture, and the Pistons are a good team.

Hill is an excellent core player, but he is too weak.

In the original history, Hill led the Pistons and fell in the first round for three consecutive years. In the fourth year, he finally knew what to do and played the best average of 26+7+8 in his career. Then, the Pistons made a deal with the Magic.

Mo Mengchen happened to have what Hill lacked.

He is a doctor, he can avoid Hill's injury, he has a tough character, and wants to control the audience, which is also what Hill lacks.

Sometimes fate is so strange.

Two people with very different personalities make up for each other's shortcomings invisibly.

Mo Mengchen wanted to take a bath, then buy some ingredients to cook something delicious for himself.

He was about to leave when he bumped into Lynch Hunter.

"Mo, do you want to go out for a drink?"

"I am not interested."

After all, Mo Mengchen was about to leave, but Hunter blocked him.

"I want to apologize to you for that," Hunter said.

Mo Mengchen's eyes flashed, and he asked, "What is it?"

(End of this chapter)