You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 8
When Jordan announced his comeback, the whole world was boiling.

At this time, he has been away from basketball for more than a year. For the fans, this is shocking news, but for Mo Mengchen who is in special training, it is not important.

Jordan, the god in the hearts of most fans.

What about him?Not really.

The era when he was most enthusiastic about basketball was the era when Larry Bird was competing with the magician.

At that time, he was studying abroad, and his usual hobby was watching their games. Later, after officially becoming a doctor, Magician and Bird also reached the end of their careers. At that time, Jordan was about to start his era.

Just like those who later muttered "I don't know Jordan, I live in Kobe's era", his youth, the player he admired most, was Bird.To him, Jordan was just a great player, an unforgettable symbol of the times.

"How's his stats?"

The TSBK training team has a total of seven members. The leader of the team is a fat and greasy man with glasses. He is the leader of everyone. His name is Finn Missick, and he is mainly responsible for making training plans and training assistants.

He is not like Harvey Truman and Harvey Lal, two trainers with their own strengths. To be precise, he is a data analyst.

At the same time, there is a rigorous training plan.

His presence unifies the entire team.

Lal has trained Mo Mengchen for a full month. At the beginning, Mo Mengchen would be out of breath after one round of shooting, but now, he has to complete five rounds of shooting from morning to night, and he will not collapse to the ground from exhaustion at the end .

"His training status has reached the NBA level."

Missick pointed to Mo Mengchen's shooting percentage: "With such a high-intensity shot, he only concedes 50 goals per round. This kind of touch is quite good, but it needs to be maintained. At the same time, his confrontation is not up to the NBA standard. .”

"Evan."

Missick looked to the strength trainers on the team.

Evan Porter said embarrassingly: "He is very diligent and will not cut corners, but because of his lower body injuries, he cannot train with heavy weight."

"Is it serious enough?"

This is what Misik did not expect.

"Dude, three torn ACLs, this guy shouldn't be playing basketball," Porter sighed.

Missick asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"No, but he is not an insider, so the impact will not be great. However, because of the lack of strength in the lower body, he will struggle to face opponents' backs on the field in the future."

Porter said.

"You can't practice lower limbs, but what about upper limbs?" Misick said, "Is it okay to do upper limbs?"

"No problem, he doesn't resist strength training." Missick said.

"Although it's a bit regrettable, that's all there is to it. This man is stronger than we thought."

Get up at six in the morning to practice physical fitness, enter the training hall at ten in the morning, and end the whole day with ball training accompanied by strength training. It is so boring and painful, and few people can persevere.

This is the last round of the day.

Mo Mengchen made a move.

His poke gesture is weird.

The left hand is a stable support without any problems, but the right hand that dials the ball is different from others.

Most people are used to using the ring finger, middle finger, and index finger to steer the ball, but what about him?His ball-handling fingers are the little finger, ring finger and middle finger.

Moreover, every touch of the ball is very layered.

The little finger goes first, the ring finger follows, and the middle finger comes last.

When he throws the ball, the throwing hand stays in the air, looking like a pistol.

"Shh!"

In today's last round of shooting, Mo Mengchen only missed 23 shots, and his open shooting rhythm is getting better and better.

"It seems that my training can no longer trouble you."

Lal was holding his statistical booklet with a smile on his face.

Mo Mengchen asked, "Is there something wrong with my shooting?"

"Do you mean?"

"If you have any questions, please tell me directly."

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Do you think that I spend so much money every month to ask you to help me train in order to listen to lies?"

Lal's smile froze on his face, and he said: "Regardless of the level of the league you participated in, or other factors, your shooting is no problem, your posture is beautiful, your shots are quick, especially the way you dial the ball. I have seen tens of thousands of ways. Shooting stance, you're the only one with the ball that way."

"Is there a problem?"

"No problem, I mean, the way you handle the ball is very interesting, if you become a star in the future, this will become your most distinctive characteristic."

Mo Mengchen picked up the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Behind him, Lal said: "Starting tomorrow, I will raise my requirements for you."

Mo Mengchen looked back at him.

"If you miss more than 50 shots per practice, you have to do it all over again."

"Ah"

Mo Mengchen smiled.

"Isn't it interesting?"

"Uninnovative training is indeed your style."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, Lal's smile froze again.

"Mo, how do you rest when you go home?"

Misik was very curious. After completing such high-intensity training every day, everyone would feel tired, but Mo Mengchen was full of energy every day.

"I'm a doctor. I know better than you how to restore energy. You don't have to worry about this. Just train me as long as I can bear it."

After all, Mo Mengchen left the entire training team in the training hall and walked to the bathroom alone.

"I've trained so many people, this is the one I hate the most."

Saying this, Lal also had an uncomfortable greasy smile on his face.

"For a hopeless person like him, if he doesn't train to death, he really has no chance of playing in the NBA." Truman said.

"There is no possibility?"

Missick laughed: "No, I believe he will play in the NBA, this guy belongs to the NBA."

Mo Mengchen entered the bathroom, let the hot water hit his body, and wiped the soap over and over again.

He seemed to be a fragile patient who would die if he contracted a little germ. No matter what, he had to wash himself clean.

After a month of training, Mo Mengchen's improvement was obvious.

Stamina increased by 4 points;
Three-point shooting increased by 2 points;
Open three-point shooting increased by 3 points;
Both upper body strength and core strength improved.

These improvements are reflected in the attribute points, but the overall rating has not improved.

Training still needs to work hard, and the current level of improvement is far from meeting his needs.

What bothers him the most now is lower body strength.

Because of his horrible history of lower limb injuries, his lower limbs can hardly withstand heavy training. Therefore, in the future, the only way to improve the strength of his lower limbs is through the system.

This is also a fortune in misfortune.

(End of this chapter)