You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 53

Michael Curry catches the ball for a three-pointer and makes it.

Go around a screen, get rid of the defense, catch the ball and make another three-pointer, and continue to score.

Just after halftime, Mo Mengchen slammed the ball straight to Curry at the top of the arc without stopping, and opened his hand to score another three-pointer.

In this intra-team match, Mo Mengchen led a group of substitutes against the black team with Hill and Houston. It stands to reason that the opponent's strength is even better, but Michael Curry seems to be replaced by another Curry soul decades later. It's the same as possessing a body, and there are all kinds of three-pointers in the first hand.

"What the hell, how is this guy's three-pointer so accurate?"

Houston stared straight, not knowing what kind of magic Mo Mengchen cast on Curry.

"Mo, give up, you can't get rid of me at all!" Hill pressed close to Mo Mengchen, deliberately letting go of his left hand.

Because people all over the world know that Mo Mengchen doesn't like to walk on the left side.

"Do you think you're smart?"

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen stopped and turned to the left. With the first step, Hill, who was completely defenseless, fell. He watched Mo Mengchen pass by him and scored a layup.

He can't help it at all, because his defensive focus is entirely on his right hand.

"Your left hand... doesn't look as bad as the legend says." This was Hill's judgment. Judging from this dribble and subsequent layup, Mo Mengchen's left hand is not incapable of attacking.

Mo Mengchen's goal ended the match, and he led the white team to defeat the black team with four starters by 9 points.

"It's too shameful!" Houston kicked the ball away and consciously ran around.

Hill said: "You haven't told me what happened to your left hand." "I'll tell you after you finish running." Mo Mengchen sat down and said.

While the black team was running, Collins stood in the center of the field and said: "Today's training is over, tomorrow is the game day, you should rest well after you go back, and recharge your spirits. The fans hope to see you playing in a good spirits. "

As soon as Collins finished speaking, Mo Mengchen walked to the side bench and sat down.

He picked up the old-fashioned mobile phone, which made people unable to play with the idea at all, and found Ephraim's name.

After so many years, this was the first time he asked someone out to watch a movie.

What is the good reason?The weather is nice today, is it a good day to watch a movie?

I'm interested in you, shall we go to the movies?

I think this movie is so stupid, let's go relax, shall we?

A dozen excuses flashed through Mo Mengchen's mind, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt something was wrong.

"Isn't this the bastard rookie who made us run more than a dozen laps? Why are you staring at your phone in a daze?" Hill, Houston and others came over.

Mo Mengchen raised his head and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"You haven't told me why your left hand is so flexible?"

"I'm not disabled, is it strange that my left hand is flexible?"

"I mean" Hill frowned, why is it so hard to talk to this person?

Houston said: "He means, why is your left hand flying/aircrafting as good as your right hand?"

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, but in terms of personal hygiene habits, flying/aircraft is not good for the prostate, because there are bacteria on your hands at any time. If you don't wash your hands for more than an hour, there are tens of millions of bacteria. Therefore , I do not advocate."

"Shut up, who told you this!"

What Mo Mengchen said made Houston sweat.

"When you played the game just now, I found that there is no difference between your left-handed breakthrough and your right-handed breakthrough. If it is not an illusion, I feel that your left-handed breakthrough is more threatening than your right-handed one. But from the technical statistics, the left hand is your technical blind spot. The side is your offensive blind spot, and I want to know what's going on with that."

Hill wasn't asking, he was just curious why such a contradictory thing happened to Mo Mengchen.

"Are they all there?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Um?The teacher is going to class?

Except for a few starters, others also looked over.

Mo Mengchen said: "For example, I am Grant Hill"

Hill's ass tightened, why did he come to me?
"My drive is a threat, but my three-pointer is not a threat"

"Wait a minute, although my three-pointers are inaccurate, I still have a 15% hit rate." Hill said not very confidently.

"Okay, my breakthrough is very threatening, but my three-pointer has a huge threat of 15% hit rate. As long as you are not a CP with a flood of brains, you should know which one is more threatening." Mo Mengchen said, "If I were Grant , and if I hadn’t hanged myself with shame because of having such amazing technical flaws, I would have tried to cover up my shortcomings and strengths in the game.”

"I will give the opponent a false statistic, and I will not let others know that my three-point shooting percentage is as high as 15%."

Mo Mengchen looked at the disheveled Hill: "That's why my left hand is so threatening, but the data doesn't reflect it."

"insidious!"

"mean!"

"cunning!"

"What a terrible scheming, this man!"

Looking at the stunned crowd, Mo Mengchen asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I'm only shooting 15 percent. How do I cover that up? I can't do that, okay?" Hill complained.

"Why can't you do it?" Mo Mengchen asked, "If you are determined not to shoot, your hit rate will be 0."

"Isn't there no threat?"

"You also said that no matter how bad it is, your three-point shooting percentage is 15%. Although it is more pitiful than the poor in the slums, it is not without threat."

"You can also keep improving your shooting percentage in private. Sooner or later, your shooting percentage will increase, and at that time, maybe some stupid guy will empty you because you never shoot from beyond the three-point line. At that time. "

"Here's my chance!" Hill cut him off.

Houston kept shaking his head: "You guys are too tricky, but I like it!"

"I have another question!" Lol said.

"Say." Mo Mengchen said.

Lore pointed at his phone: "What are you doing staring at it?"

With so many people present, Mo Mengchen didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he felt that it was necessary to learn from others. Although these people are a bit stupid, they must have more experience in asking women out than him. After all, it has been a long time since he took the initiative to ask others out. up.

"I want to buy someone a movie, but I don't know what to say."

"Ohhh~~~"

Everyone's eyes shone brightly. It turned out that the rookie who was so proud of his talents and had no manners and awe could not handle things!
"It seems that our rookie has a problem!" Houston laughed.

"It's a big problem." Dumas followed.

"You're asking her out for the first time?" Hill made a point of using "she" instead of "he." (Note: "she" and "he" are pronounced differently in English)

Mo Mengchen nodded.

"Yes."

"Tell us quickly, whose girl is so unlucky that you actually fell in love with it." Houston asked closer.

It was originally just a small matter, but it made everyone in the audience gather together.

There is no way, Mo Mengchen usually has too high a posture, everyone thinks he is a god without emotions, but suddenly finds that he is also a mortal body, he also needs the nourishment of love, and he will also be distressed because he doesn't know how to ask women out , don't come here to tease me, and see if I can help by the way, so that he can treat himself better in the future.

Mo Mengchen gave Houston a blank look, and said, "She is my neighbor, she is also a lawyer, and she lives with her younger brother."

"Does she have a crush on you?"

"Have."

Mo Mengchen said with absolute certainty.

"Ha! Why do you say that? Could it be that you are being sentimental?" Houston said what no one dared to say.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him strangely: "If you think that I will make comments without knowing the situation like you, I will be very sad, because it means that you think I am a CP like you. "

"Fuck! Are you asking for help?"

"Sorry, I just don't want to ask you for help."

"What did you say? Don't you know that I'm the love saint of the Pistons? I'm the unicorn of the night game. As long as I look at you, women will always post it like a slut who has taken aphrodisiacs!"

Mo Mengchen simply ignored him: "Besides this lunatic, is there anyone else who can give me valuable advice?"

"If she has a crush on you, I suggest you take it easy and invite her out normally. First ask her if she is free tonight, and then tell her the purpose. It's very simple." Hill laughed.

"Yes, it doesn't need to be too complicated."

"You all pick up girls like this? This is no good, it's too boring!" Tucao from Houston.

Mo Mengchen had already blocked Houston, followed the advice of others, and called Ephraim.

"Talk softly," suggested Dumas.

"Yes! This is very important!" Hill nodded.

It's weird to ask someone out to a movie with a bunch of big guys watching.

"Hey."

"it's me."

Mo Mengchen's voice was so soft that one couldn't believe it was the bastard rookie who was picking on them all day long.

"Will you be free tonight?"

Mo Mengchen spoke as if no one was there, his gentle tone had already stunned the others present, is this still the rookie we are familiar with?
Damn, so you can talk well!

"If you're free, I'd like to treat you to a movie. I have two tickets here."

"09:30 p.m."

"OK, bye."

Mo Mengchen hung up the phone, stood up and said, "I didn't realize until today that you guys are still useful. Anyway, thank you for your suggestions."

Everyone stood there, not knowing how to respond.

This scene was so shocking.

It turns out that there are really people in the world who can switch back and forth between the two roles.

　Thank you for being sad, angry and crazy, to accompany you, Fei Yi, beautiful boy, Siege 666, and tyuiopu for your rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)