Basketball: Versatile shooting guard

[The host should have a lot of questions to ask now. 】

"Of course." Lan Mo looked at Tiannao.

His eyes were full of puzzlement and fear.

But he didn't dare to ask, with such a powerful existence, Lan Mo felt like a fish on a chopping board, who might be slaughtered by Tiannao at any time.

【You don't have to be so scruples, just say what you want to know. 】

[If you worry about what you say, I will murder your life, there is no need. 】

[Because, the two of us have already merged into one. 】

Listening to his statement, Lan Mo didn't sound like he was lying, although his mechanical voice could not hear any emotion.

Lan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and asked, "Why can you conjure up a retired basketball player?"

[It’s not so much a conjuration, it’s better to explain that I pulled it from another time and space. 】

"Another time and space?"

[Yes, if we talk about time and space, the time and space where the host is located is the main time and space, and there are various sub-times and spaces around the main time and space. 】

This can be regarded as the explanation for the emergence of Tongkat.

Lan Mo understands, it seems that as long as he still chooses to single out in the future, then Tiannao will find him from the sub-time and space.

Lan Mo continued to ask it: "What will happen to Carter who I defeated?"

【Don't worry, I won't do anything to him, I will only use my ability to clear his memory of you and me and everything here, and then send him back to his world. 】

[Remind you, this heads-up score is C]

[The lowest rating is D-, the highest is S]

"What's the use of this?"

[Host, try dunking again. 】

Lan Mo picked up the basketball on the ground, after a small run-up, an ordinary dunk.

"No change?"

[Then I will make it more difficult for you. 】

Tiannao waved his finger, and a man who looked exactly like Carter appeared.

Lan Mo took a step back and looked at the other party vigilantly, with a dull expression and dull pupils, which seemed completely impersonal.

[Don't worry, this is not the real Vince Carter, it's just a virtual robot I built. 】

Now it asks Lan Mo to fight him one-on-one.

Lan Mo nodded, he dribbled and changed direction, and Carter followed behind.

The two jumped almost at the same time. When Carter touched the basketball, normally Lan Mo would be shot off.

This was not the case, Lan Mo grabbed the basketball and dunked it neatly with both hands.

He felt his dunk seem to be a little easier, but it was subtle.

Lan Mo immediately asked Tiannao to expand its data panel.

Enter the ability data as follows:

Dunk: B-

Layup: A

CIC: A

Three points: A+

Dribble: A-

Defense: B

Strength: B-

Agility: A

Cap: B+

Rebound: B-

Draw a foul: C+

Now Lan Mo's various statistics are not weak.

But this is only calculated by Tiannao based on his current performance, and it cannot be regarded as Lan Mo's real strength.

[The host can enter this space every week for one-on-one training with the unlocked stars. 】

[Any questions? 】

"Nothing."

After Lan Mo's voice fell, it was still the black hole. This time, Lan Mo walked out on his own initiative, and he can call Tiannao again next time.

Tian Nao, who watched Lan Mo leave, put his hands on his back and watched him leave quietly.

【Hey, I hope you can grow up quickly, I feel that the crisis is coming soon...】

After returning to reality, Lan Mo felt exhausted, as if he had just finished a game.

And he played 48 minutes, the kind who didn't even take a break.

He picked up his phone and checked the time, it was almost 12 o'clock in the evening.

I wanted to take a bath at first, but my tired fingers couldn't lift it.

"It's unusual to be so tired!"

[Because the host entered the space to fight alone, not originally, but the spiritual body. 】

"How can I say that from the very beginning, what I was sucked into was my soul!"

Lan Mo suddenly realized, and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by the phone alarm.

There is no game today. Although there is training in the morning, but I will go later, it should... probably not be said.

Lan Mo got up to wash up, and after a simple breakfast, he headed to Barclays Center.

"taxi!"

A taxi stopped, Lan Mo sat in it, explained the address to the driver, and he started flipping through his phone.

One of them was a message from agent Jolena.

"Lan! I'm going to shoot a group of commercials in the afternoon, and I'm going to participate in activities at New York Middle School, don't forget!"

Lan Mo operated his fingers to reply to her. Now that he has signed a contract with the Nets, he is already an official player.

But occasionally the agent will find him some endorsement contracts to shoot commercials.

Recently, his popularity has been pretty good, and several companies have come to him to shoot commercials one after another.

Lan Mo yawned and squinted for a while before going to the arena.

"Sir, sir is here."

The driver woke up Lan Mo, Lan Mo rubbed his eyes, paid the money and got out of the car.

Before entering the stadium, buy a cup of coffee to refresh yourself.

He first practiced shooting alone for about half an hour.

Other team members also came one after another.

Everyone practiced against their trainers.

Lan Mo faced a trainer's defense and made a backhand layup.

When it was the trainer's turn to attack, Lan Mo defended the opponent closely, but he was more than ten centimeters taller than himself, and his body was also stronger than himself.

All of a sudden, Lan Mo was pushed away, followed by a layup.

According to the current situation of Lan Mo, the trainer said a few points that need to be improved.

Lan Mo has almost no shortcomings in shooting and long-distance scoring. If there are any, it may be height and wingspan.

Although he has grown to 1.8 meters five, there are so many guards over 1.9 meters in the NBA.

He doesn't know if there is any other way for Tiannao to increase his height?

"There should be, but I don't think it's cheap..." Thinking about it gives me a headache, so let's take a step.

Then came Lan Mo's body. His weight was considered light for a defender, and he needed to strengthen his strength training.

Just do it.

Lan Mo came to the exercise equipment room and started to push.

Followed by squats.

Lan Mo has experience in squatting, and he has done a lot of tasks last time.

It was only after reaching the 610th this time that he felt a little powerless.

It was 11:[-] noon during the training, and Lan Mo's manager had already arrived by car.

Finally, pull Lan Mo away from McDonald's, who is eating a double-layer Big Mac burger.

"Sister, let me drink a Coke first!"

Qiao Linna didn't show any face, stepped on her high heels, and grabbed Lan Mo's collar.

The advertisement shot this time is an advertisement for a basketball sports brand.

The other party asked Lan Mo to perform some basketball moves, and then the camera was recording them.

Lan Mo first dribbled the ball under his crotch, and then spun the basketball with his right hand. When he was halfway through, chicken you appeared in his mind unconsciously...

"Phew, it's finally done..."

Lan Mo collapsed on the back seat, and this shot lasted three hours.

It seems that the advertising fee is really not that easy to earn.

"Don't rush to rest, there is another activity."

Came to school.

I heard that some NBA players will come to the school to hold activities.

Many students rushed to the gymnasium early, and after a while, many students gathered in the gymnasium.

"Lan Mo, you have to play a game with these students."

Lan Mo listened to what Qiao Linna said, and he wanted to compete with these high school students.

Even though they are just high school students, maybe they will meet him on the NBA court in two years.

However, Lan Mo only hit a few pills last time, and he didn't want him to hit it all the time, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

From last night to now, he still hasn't recovered. If he often goes to a different space to fight each other like this, he will go crazy.

When the game started, Lan Mo put on his No. [-] jersey and walked up.

A black high school student with dreadlocks immediately passed the ball to Lan Mo.

Everyone was looking forward to his performance, and Lan Mo also satisfied them.

Walking towards him was a white high school student with a crew cut.

He is just over two meters tall, much taller than Lan Mo.

And that look...you're provoking me, right?

"It seems that you are not afraid of tigers like a newborn calf."

Mostly because he thinks that Lan Mo is so small and not very famous, so he somewhat underestimates himself.

But soon Lan Mo told him that anyone who can play in the NBA is not bad.

Although this high school student has an advantage in height, Lan Mo quickly discovered that his horizontal movement speed was not good enough.

The front of the body changed direction and went in to the right. After the opponent caught up, Lan Mo immediately stopped and pulled back.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes looked at the blue frame, which was his best skill, that is, pretending to worship Buddha.

Sure enough, this kid was easily fooled. After he approached, Lan Mo turned around and went inside, scoring an easy layup.

And when the opponent started to attack, it was the turn of the tall white high school student to attack.

After he simply dribbled the ball twice, he approached Lan Mo.

Originally, the two were not facing each other, but seeing this scene, he was stunned.

"What are you doing here? I didn't defend you either, did I?"

Even looking for something on his own, Lan Mo never refuses anyone who comes.

After approaching, he directly and easily steals the ball. He made a dribble error and hurriedly chased from behind.

And Lan Mo went straight to his house, threw the basketball into the air, and behind him was a black teammate who was also two meters tall to cooperate with the lob.

boom!

Until the end of the game, Lan Mo hardly broke a sweat, because it was mainly a show, and he didn't score much.

Instead, his teammates were rewarded a lot by Lan Mo's pass.

Get the ball at the best time every time.

And the white high school student who yelled at him before the start of the game now looked at him with a lot of respect and awe.

Lan Mo stepped forward and asked for his name.

"Son, what's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Hawks Chernow."

"Very good name, I hope today's game can give you something to understand."

Hawks nodded half-understood, then stared at Lan Mo to interact with other students.

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