You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Barkley and Mahon and others left after washing.

Mo Mengchen is still studying the system inside.

He is looking at skills now.

One of the earliest skills he acquired was the "left-handed assassin", which made his left hand have the same ability as his right hand. Since he usually does not use much, the skill level is only B level.

The skill of "soft as boneless" brought him a lot of convenience. Through this skill, even if he can't find the center of gravity when he breaks through, he won't panic, beyond the coordination and balance of ordinary people can help him Landing safely, as his skill level improved, he even found the secret to aiming at the basket after losing his balance.

Today, this skill has reached B+.

As for the two "Masters of Pace" and "Defenders of the Dao", one is used rarely and the other is just obtained, not to mention.

"Mo, when will you pretend?"

Hill suddenly spoke, Mo Mengchen thought he had finished washing and left.

"I don't want others to catch weaknesses, nor do I want others to know what shortcomings I have. If you want me to answer this question, the answer is forever." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill sighed: "What you are really good at is pretending not to be good. I really don't know how you did it."

If you, like me, have experienced 3 ACL tears, encountered countless hardships, and paid countless hardships to stand on this platform, you can do it, and it is very easy.

In order to survive in the league, it's that simple.

"As long as you want, you can do it, just like your three-pointer, like my defense. Now that my defense has been practiced, what about your three-pointer?"

This season, Hill averaged 2 three-pointers per game, hitting 0.3 goals and 15% shooting.

With such accuracy, he said he worked hard during the offseason.

Mo Mengchen didn't believe it.

"But I averaged 26 points per game with a 15% three-point percentage. Does that mean that I don't need it that much?" Hill said.

Does this guy have to lose his underpants to practice hard 3-pointers?

Mo Mengchen remembered that Hill was in the shrinking season two years later, and that long offseason practiced three points.

It was his peak season, and before that, he had played in the first round of the playoffs for many years in a row.

"I can stand on the team without defense. Does that mean I don't need to defend?" Mo Mengchen said coldly. "No, it's selfish. Grant, because you don't have a three-pointer, so I and Alan, the others You must have a certain shooting skills to open up a one-on-one heads-up space for you. This thing that should be done by yourself falls on our heads."

"Like my defense, because my previous defense was bad, so you need to spend a lot of energy to make up for my missing points, so I worked hard and finally got a little improvement, this is by no means my limit, I Will continue to improve."

Mo Mengchen turned off the shower and said, "The stupidest thing for you is to let the world know that your three-pointers are not allowed."

"You actually said I was stupid? I graduated from Duke with a grade point of 4.5! Do you know Duke? That is the top ten universities in the United States!"

The mother is anxious.

"Is it great?" Mo Mengchen sneered, "China is like a lot of nerds who are good at learning but can't get high marks."

Hill should really look at Mo Mengchen's smile, he will be hit hard, there is nothing more ridiculous than his current smile.

Mo Mengchen wrapped the bath towel, opened the shower, and walked into the dressing room.

The post-match summary meeting is over, and the players have mostly gone.

Mo Mengchen wiped her hair and slowly changed into her clothes.

Hill also came out.

"I'm not a nerd." Hill said.

Mo Mengchen didn't say back: "Wearing glasses is very similar."

"Damn, you are not much better, you are like a strict and rigid class teacher!" Hill anti-general.

Mo Mengchen smiled helplessly: "Have you ever thought that I might become a strict and rigid class teacher who might be gasped by you nerd?"

"You!" The little handsome man who can hook Hill, who is so attractive to women and young women all over the United States, is so angry, so it's Mo Mengchen.

The others in the locker room saw the two men quarrel and no one intervened.

The war between the father and the mother is often won by the father, but the mother is very self-healing and does not need other people's comfort.

Mo Mengchen packed everything and walked out of the locker room first.

The team's bus waited at the west gate of the Georgia Dome.

There are countless Hawks fans ready to help their team consume opponents after the game.

When Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage and walked here, he heard an utter reproach from the Eagle fans.

"Aussie!"

"Yellow Monkey!"

"You waste like this should go back to Asia!"

These people don't care about racial discrimination, they just want to anger their opponents.

Mo Mengchen finally knew why players later liked to wear headphones when they were walking outside, because that way they would be able to isolate all noise.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Mo Mengchen has experienced this event. Last year's Magic fans were no worse than this.

He embarked on the bus without expression, high-fiving with his teammates, and then came to his place.

"It seems that you are used to the curse of this group of people." Lor said.

"Habit to be scolded?" Mo Mengchen said, "I'm not that cheap."

Rolle said: "But you don't seem to be responding."

Respond, isn't that what they want?

"I can't let them succeed, but that doesn't mean I can't put their words in my heart. I just hold my breath and there is another game to play." Mo Mengchen said.

Lor wanted to find Mo Mengchen to complain, and when he heard this, the pain in his heart was suppressed.

He wanted to say that the biggest pain was not being caught and scolded by this group of people.

The biggest pain was that when he came here, the fans glared a few times, and then they didn’t know what his name was, what he had done, and no one dared to brave the world to spit out the word “black ghost”.

Therefore, his journey on the bus can be said to be calm.

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and waited for the crew to arrive, before he could rest.

The bus arrives at the hotel.

For some people, the night has just begun, and the game that ended soon is just a warm-up.

For some people, it's over tonight. The only thing they want to do is go back to bed.

For some people, although tired, there are still some things that have not been done.

For example, Mo Mengchen, who squinted on the bus for a while, and now he is hungry, he has to make something for himself.

However, this hotel offers nothing but food, drink and sleep.

Mo Mengchen couldn't believe the hotel food.

Looked at the time, it was already 1 am.

He doesn't have to go to the hospital tomorrow, so he decided to violate the curfew regulations and leave the hotel to eat supper.

Every team has a curfew regulation, but for a team like the Pistons, this regulation seems to be non-existent.

Unless Collins suddenly makes a mistake in trying to catch a typical example, otherwise it is all in and out.

Mo Mengchen took out his fake beard and attached it, which was the only disguise tonight.

At night, you don't need to do much preparation.

The street where the hotel is located is also a famous safe street. There has been no criminal record in the past ten years. Even so, Mo Mengchen still brought a knife with him.

Mo Mengchen entered a supermarket and found some fast food.

The night attendant saw Mo Mengchen and said in surprise: "Are you... are you Dor.Mo?"

"Dor.Mo came to buy you food in the middle of the night? You are so humorous." Mo Mengchen pretended to have a weird accent, plus a very confusing moustache.

The other party was a little uncertain when he heard him say that.

Although the person in front of him looked very similar to Mo Mengchen, but he had seen Mo Mengchen's post-match interview and his voice was much better.

This guy's voice... looks like a mature male duck.

"A total of 40." The waiter said.

"No need to look for it." Mo Mengchen dropped a hundred-dollar bill.

The other party was startled. If it wasn't Dor.Mo, could it be so generous?

No, he is!

The waiter followed, but Mo Mengchen had already gone.

Mo Mengchen took the supermarket to buy fast food and returned to the hotel. It was already two o'clock in the morning when he had finished supper.

He had to wait a little longer, because if he went to bed now, supper would be difficult to digest.

The night is long, this is his life, every day.

According to fitness, Mo Mengchen is an ectoderm.

The upper body is short, the limbs are slender, the palms and soles are long and narrow, and there is very little fat storage; the narrow chest and shoulders are usually attached with thin and long muscle tissue.

People with this physique usually have a more developed nervous system but are thinner.

Therefore, Mo Mengchen's process of growing meat is extremely hard.

He eats five meals a day, never lacks, does not lazy in training, and does everything he should do.

In the past two years, his weight has barely increased from 77 kg to 84 kg, which is the weight before the start of the season.

After a long regular season, he lost two pounds of meat, which can only be maintained at 83 kg.

An example that has been mentioned many times: Jordan was very thin when he was a rookie, but Jordan at that time had a weight of 85 kg, and Mo Mengchen is now only 83 kg.

It is precisely because of his light weight ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that his upper and lower limb strength attribute points have reached the top level, but they cannot have an overwhelming strength advantage.

If his weight reaches 100 kg, his strength will be terrifying.

It's a pity that with his progress, he can reach 90 kg in the future.

Body weight, like defense, injury risk and physical fitness, has always troubled Mo Mengchen.

He hopes that he will become an opponent's nightmare offensively like Payton; he also hopes that he can play in the air like Jordan; he also hopes that he has a strong body that can crush his opponent without effort, just like James same.

It has been two years, and he still has a long way to go to reach these targets.

The important thing is not to stop.

He said again and again in his heart, then fell asleep.