You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 77 Why Can't You Shoot Three Points Well?
"Mr. Mo, good morning."

The first people Mo Mengchen met when he went out as early as possible were Jessica and her mother from 260.

His game became better and better, and the people in Garleton's apartment gradually got to know him. Coupled with his status as a doctor, everyone respected him.

He was also thinking, now that his popularity is getting higher and higher, should he consider moving?
But here Mo Mengchen's eyes drifted forward unconsciously, and at this time, Ephraim came out with Adrian.

"Good morning."

"I watched the game the day before yesterday, and it's a pity that I didn't win." Ephraim said regretfully.

She looks much better than she did a few days ago. Does she have a new job?

"It's passed, there are many games in the regular season, what we have to do is to prepare for the next one," Mo Mengchen asked, "How about you, how are you doing these days?"

Ephraim smiled, this smile seemed to illuminate the whole floor brighter, and Mo Mengchen was dizzy from her smile.

"The firm sent me a new client, and I will definitely win this time!" Ephraim said confidently.

"My sister said the same thing last time." Adrian said.

Ephraim slapped his brother's head angrily: "Don't interrupt children when adults talk!" "Oh? What kind of case is it?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"There was a car accident on Gray Street a while ago, you know?"

"know."

Actually he didn't know.

"A couple were also victims of the car accident. They were the center of the car accident. The wife died because of it. This was a tragic car accident, but for some reason, the local prosecutor filed a lawsuit against the husband, asking him to take legal responsibility. I think this is unreasonable, and this is a tragedy!" Ephraim spoke uprightly, as if she wanted to prove it for the poor husband.

Mo Mengchen had a general understanding of the case, but felt a little strange.

It's hard for him to say exactly what's wrong.

"Goodbye, Doctor Mo."

Jessica waved goodbye to Mo Mengchen before going downstairs.

"Be careful on the road, Jessica."

In front of his neighbors, Mo Mengchen was another person. His teammates never expected that this guy could be so approachable.

"Then we are leaving too, see you later, Mo." Ephraim said.

"See you."

Mo Mengchen and Madeira met at the usual agreed place.

Sometimes, Madeira would go directly to the apartment to find him, anyway, she had the key, if not in a hurry, just wait in the car, Mo Mengchen would come on time.

"There's an operation in St. Lucifer in the morning, training in the afternoon, and recording a new song in the evening."

This is basically Mo Mengchen's daily life. He works during the day and engages in some personal hobbies at night. He wrote a song a few days ago.

Only by constantly trying new things like this did he realize that the decades in his previous life were really spent on dogs, wasting his youth and living up to his time.

"I have something else for you to do."

"what's up?"

"My neighbor, Ephraim Orrena from room 280, has recently received a new lawsuit. Please help me find out, I want to know all the information."

Mo Mengchen didn't give Medela the room to refuse, what she said was deadly.

Madeira didn't think there was anything wrong with this, anyway, he was an assistant who took care of everything except eating, drinking, and messing around, and he had no human rights.

"I will investigate clearly." Madeira said.

Hunter Green Training Center
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Ratliff hit five irons in a row, and the passer to him, Alan Houston, was half dead tired.

"Rookie, can you act? When will you be able to throw a thousand balls like this?"

How did Houston become a caddy?This starts from the very beginning of training.

Houston has always wanted to snatch the top spot of the team's vacant marksman from Mo Mengchen, but he felt very good today, especially in his hot zone, and he was almost perfect, so he challenged the latter. Take [-] consecutive shots at the same point, the one who scores more goals wins, and the one who loses has to do one thing for the opponent.

Houston lost a lot, and then was sent by Mo Mengchen to pass the ball to Ratliff.

The CIC king is not a good partner for training, he is yelling, some balls, Ratliff could have made some shots, but seeing Houston's hideous face, the balls that should be scored go out of the basket one after another.

"Is this really useful?"

Hill sat by and admired Ratliff's training.

This group of people had nothing to do after training, so they just sat by the side and watched the show, making sarcastic remarks, which invisibly put more pressure on Ratliff. With this group of people as teammates, it is really a shot-blocking king in ten lifetimes. Blessings that cannot be cultivated.

In the first [-] goals, Ratliff scored less than [-] goals, and he was depressed.

"Mo, I want to give up!" Ratliff yelled.

"Give up what?"

"Give up shooting. Anyway, I won't use shooting as a selling point. During the draft." Ratliff expressed his opinion in front of Mo Mengchen for the first time, "The scouts said my defense is very good, so I can contribute to the team Team player who helps, I don't feel like I need to shoot."

Thorpe thinks he's right; "He doesn't really need to, he plays good defense."

Relying on defense, Ratliff later signed a defense with an annual salary of tens of millions, just his defense.

However, if it is only defense, once his physical fitness no longer exists, his decline will be like a cliff. He is not as good as Duncan's static talent. His blocking comes from his innate sense of smell and dynamic talent. To put it bluntly Yes, this is young food.

If he has a shot, in his later years, he can easily win a valuable contract with his good ability to protect the basket and one-handed shooting.

"Theo, who do you think is the most important in our team?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ratliff's first reaction was Mo Mengchen, but he also knew that Mo Mengchen was a rookie. Here, the correct answer is: "Grant."

"Why is he the most important?"

"He's comprehensive."

"Except for three-pointers." Mo Mengchen added.

Hill's chubby face swelled up like it was inflated, and Mo Mengchen pointed the cannon at him somehow.

"You are right, because he is very comprehensive, he is the most comprehensive player in our team, and he is the most important of all." Mo Mengchen said, "Only when you can complete a lot of work at the same time, you will become important and become indispensable."

Ratliff vaguely understood what Mo Mengchen wanted to express: "You mean, I also want to become comprehensive?"

"unnecessary."

"I just need you to consolidate your existing strengths and make up for your biggest weaknesses, such as shooting." Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Mengchen said: "Knowing how to shoot can not only make you more money, but also allow you to have a more stable life. If you want everyone to realize your importance, defense alone is not enough."

"If you want to give up because of the cynicism of this group of idlers who are full and have nothing to do, I have no objection, it's your choice." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston grabbed the ball dryly: "Then what, are you still practicing? I'm going to rest if I don't practice."

Hill is the core of the team, Dumars is the boss of the team, and there is a head coach above him, but in Ratliff's eyes, their words have less weight than Mo Mengchen.

So they continued to practice, and Ratliff was still inaccurate, but his shooting percentage stabilized after he got rid of his demons.

"If you really have nothing to do, you can find a wall to kill and don't affect other people here."

Mo Mengchen got up and said.

"The training is over," Hill said lazily, crossing his legs.

Especially this CP!

Mo Mengchen glared at him fiercely, and left straight away.

"Where are you going?" Dumas asked.

"Shoot." Mo Mengchen said.

Lynch Hunter muttered, "Crazy man! Is shooting so much fun?"

Dumars laughed: "For someone who shoots 52 percent from three, it must be very interesting to shoot."

This sentence stimulated Hill, who made only 15% of his three-pointers, and Duke's top student also left here, picked up a ball and practiced shooting.

Three-pointer, Mo Mengchen said every day, he just didn't know why the opponent was so paranoid.

Can't you win without a three-pointer?
Thinking of this, Hill shot a jumper.

"boom!"

"Damn it, my slender hands who can play the piano, paint, and cook, why can't I shoot three-pointers?"

Hill stared at his palm, thinking deeply.

(End of this chapter)