Basketball: Versatile shooting guard

"Lan Mo, what are you doing? Why don't you come play together?"

Chi Jingyi walked over, ordered a cup to rest for a while, and found that Lan Mo seemed to have low ambitions alone.

He elbowed Lan Mo and asked, "What? Still caring about losing the game?"

Lan Mo gave him a blank look, is he such a narrow-minded person?

"I'm too tired today, I'm going back to rest first, and so are you."

Lan Mo left by himself and took a taxi back to the rented apartment.

Lan Mo took out a pack of instant noodles from the cabinet, and immediately went to take a shower.

After playing high-intensity all night, my body is almost weak, so I don't have the extra mood to accompany you to dance disco.

After taking a bath, Lan Mo wrapped himself in a bathrobe, sat on the sofa, opened the instant noodles, and its unique aroma wafted over, which was his favorite smell of braised beef.

"Um....."

After eating and drinking enough, Lan Mo took out the potential stimulation potion given by Tiannao.

A small glass bottle filled with a red liquid.

Lan Mo pulled out the cork and smelled it.

"Why does Mao smell like apples..."

After thinking about it, maybe he can drink again tomorrow, and now he just wants to have a good sleep.

.......

next morning.

"Zero zero zero—"

With sleepy eyes, he grabbed the phone, turned off the alarm in the blind spot, and then rang for a while.

Finally, when the second bell rang, Lan Mo's body and soul truly woke up.

"Ahhh~"

After yawning, Lan Mo got up, washed up, and then had breakfast.

He was sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone, and there were hundreds of messages on Twitter.

"what happened?"

Click it to see, it is my own tweet, and there are many more comments.

Of course, there are quite a few private messages, and Lan Mo has roughly turned around.

Some of them are fans of the Nets, and some of their own fans are under the comments.

Encourage Lan Mo not to blame himself too much, it is not his fault that the game will be lost.

The reason why many people comfort him so much is because most of the sunspots don't like him.

Almost all blamed for the loss to Lan Mo.

"I knew he would never be successful."

"At the beginning of the three-pointer against the wind, I thought it was just a good dribble, but now it looks like it was turned into a victory by the Heat."

"Sure enough, Huaxia players can't do it!"

Lan Mo didn't bother to care about it, he can say that, he doesn't care, the more you don't believe me, the more I will accomplish what you don't believe.

At this time, he noticed the Potential Invigorating Potion he had put on the table last night.

Now that there was just enough time, Lan Mo raised his head and drank it. After a few seconds, the pain he thought didn't happen.

"It's all right? And... it's still delicious!"

This medicine tastes cold and cold, as if it is like a cold drink.

Lan Mo didn't bother to wait, he changed his clothes, the weather outside is pretty good now.

There happened to be a task of jogging, so Lan Mo could do it.

His plan was to jog to the gym.

At eight o'clock in the morning, many office workers on the street have already started to go to work by car.

In a city as bustling as New York, this scenario happens every day.

Lan Mo ran all the way, occasionally seeing retired old people walking their dogs in the morning.

Suddenly, Lan Mo stopped. He squatted halfway on the ground, his face was flushed, and his whole body felt a hot feeling.

He was so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes, but luckily reason overcame the heat.

So many people take off their clothes, it's strange if they don't die.

Pedestrians on the side of the road noticed that something was wrong with Lan Mo, a young black uncle came over and patted Lan Mo on the back.

"Young man, are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, uncle, it's just that I'm running too fast and I'm a little panting."

After thanking him, Lan Mo continued to jog, which should be the beginning of the effect of the medicine.

Sure enough, it was not as easy as he thought. It should be that the medicine was stimulating his body.

Lan Mo's fatigue was swept away, and there seemed to be inexhaustible power in his body now.

An hour later, Lan Mo completed the task, and the effect of the medicine disappeared.

Suddenly, a ball flew by at this time, and Lan Mo caught the ball with one hand without even looking at it.

The young guys in the stadium were shocked, and a young-looking Caucasian boy came over.

"Brother, can basketball replace us?"

"of course can."

It was useless for Lan Mo to even take off. He just stood there and shot directly. The basketball fell from above the guardrail and hit the net precisely.

The white guy opened his mouth wide and turned his head back and forth.

Lan Mo went from the gate of the stadium to the stadium where they played, and there was a blue frame in the middle.

"Beautiful cast!"

The person inside praised him, Lan Mo nodded with a smile, then patted the boy's head and left.

On the way, Lan Mo looked at the direct palm, and the action just now was done in one go.

The strength and angle are just right, this may be that his potential has been stimulated.

When they got to the arena, other people just arrived here, looking at Lan Mo's wet hair.

Dinwiddie asked him jokingly: "What did Lan do? His hair is all wet. Did he go to do something fun?"

Lan Mo stroked his hair and replied, "Suddenly I wanted to run to the arena, so I gave it a try."

After entering the locker room, Lan Mo changed his clothes and walked to the court.

The first is the daily essential shooting training.

First, the mid-range shot started, and the trainer stood under the basket to pick up the ball for Lan Mo.

The trainer quickly passed the ball to Lan Mo, and Lan Mo followed up with a quick shot.

Almost all of them are hollow into the net, and a few of them rolled a few times before falling.

Lan Mo slowly went from the front to the side, no matter where he was, he could easily throw in.

The feet just stood on tiptoe, the trainer was shocked.

From just now to now, he basically hasn't moved much, just stand under the basket.

Coach Vaughan stood on the sidelines and noticed the situation here in Lan Mo.

He specially brought Simmons to let Simmons watch Lan Mo's shooting.

Simmons has a black line. It's not that he can't shoot, but he is more interested in close-range attacks than shooting.

From Lan Mo's shooting until now, the trainer has remembered his number of shots and hits.

In the end, 70 balls were cast, 75 of which were hit, and only 5 balls hit the iron, and then rolled down.

Lan Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clothes, and his shooting ability seemed to be much stronger.

But today's league has entered the small ball era, thanks to Curry.

He changed the pattern of the league in one fell swoop, and now even a center can shoot a few three-pointers.

After resting for a few minutes, Lan Mo continued again, but this time he decided to practice three-pointers, from fixed-point three-pointers to mobile shots.

The hit rate of blue ink can basically be kept above 65%.

"Hey, Blue! Let Simmons fight you one-on-one!" Vaughn shouted to him standing behind him.

Then Simmons walked over to shake hands with Lan Mo with a forced expression on his face.

"I don't know how to put water."

"I just want you to do your best!"

The duel between the two began immediately, and Vaughan also called other people to come and start together.

The trainer passed the basketball to Lan Mo, who first turned his back to Simmons, and then quickly went around to the left.

Simmons followed closely behind.

Suddenly he made a sudden stop, pulled his left hip back, and then stepped back and jumped with the ball.

Score in the middle distance.

Simmons was shaken and pursed his lips. He was about to start serious.

Lan Mo took the ball again, and this time Simmons' defense was much tougher.

Lan Mo made several sharp changes in front of his body but failed to get past him.

Simmons took this opportunity to steal his ball and just stretched out his hand.

Lan Mo was unlucky with a violin, passed him and made a quick layup.

"hateful!"

Simmons let Lan Mo score another goal, and the score was directly 2:0.

Lan Mo didn't stand out at all this time, he made three threats on the spot, and then made a decisive jump shot.

Simmons blocked the shot and got a little fingertip touch, but it still didn't change the result.

A three-pointer was hit.

Several times in succession, Lan Mo was able to score goals in different ways.

boom!

Lan Mo dunked with both hands, bringing his score to 9:0.

As long as he scored one, he could win the heads-up.

But the strange thing is that Lan Mo missed a three-pointer this time.

The basketball hit the backboard and fell.

Simmons quickly stepped forward to grab it.

At this moment, he screamed excitedly in his heart: "I was scared to death, almost got zero seal!"

It's not terrible to lose, but what I'm afraid of is that I didn't get one of them, which is somewhat embarrassing.

Simmons holds the ball by himself, his body is much stronger than Lan Mo's, and he is also taller.

He relied on his back to hit Lan Mo and hit him with a hook.

Then he was in full swing, all kinds of violent dunks and quick layups.

The score began to catch up slowly, and Simmons made the last attack, and the score between the two was 9:9.

Lan Mo took out a basketball when he changed direction.

Then he slowly walked outside the three-point line.

In the end, the three-pointer ended Simmons, and the teammates watching the game applauded and cheered.

"Played well."

Lan Mo turned his head and looked at Simmons. Simmons suddenly realized, and instantly understood the reason why Lan Mo did this.

Basketball is not about fighting and killing, it is about people's understanding of the world.

Lan Mo nodded. He could have ended the game a long time ago, but he is a rookie, so he must give his senior some face.

Deliberately giving him a chance to score, so that in the eyes of others, Simmons is evenly matched with himself.

It can be regarded as giving Simmons enough face, and will not be used as a talking point after dinner.

After training, it was already noon.

Far from Simmons wanting to invite Lan Mo to dinner, Lan Mo rejected his kindness.

I have a Chinese stomach, but I can't get used to American food.

It happened that there was a good Chinese restaurant nearby, and they still bought Cantonese food.

Lan Mo came here as an authentic Cantonese, and went directly to the restaurant by car.

"Fu Lai He."

This is the hit of this restaurant. When you open the door and enter, the waitress with a bright smile walks up enthusiastically.

She first said something in English: "Sirs."

"Auntie, it's good if you speak Chinese."

You are all your own people, why do you speak English?

"Ah, I'm sorry boy, we usually have other Asians here, so I will speak Mandarin, and you come here to do it."