You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　Mo Mengchen took Houston's money and helped old birds buy water, which is a compulsory course for newcomers.

Some talented rookies can escape the disaster. For example, like Hill, he has not bought water for veterans, and there will not be open-eyed veterans who will let him buy water. He is the kind of one who enters the NBA. Others know that he will become a star player.

　　Mo Mengchen walked out of the closed training ground and looked at several supermarkets at a glance.

　　 He chose a random one.

　　 "Hello, what do I need?" the waiter asked.

　　 "You, and all the soda in your refrigerator, I requisitioned it."

　　 In order to achieve once and for all, Mo Mengchen simply hired a waiter and requisitioned the soda from the entire supermarket. From today, to the end of the training camp, the soda was only supplied to the Pistons.

　　 "Give me your number, if necessary, I will let you bring something over, now please bring the water back with me."

　　 Mo Mengchen gave a tip, the other party did not hesitate, holding a dozen bottles of water, plus Mo Mengchen holding in his hand, these water is enough to everyone in the training camp.

　　 "Are you a Pistons player?"

　　 This waiter obviously doesn't pay much attention to the NBA, otherwise there is no reason not to recognize that the big money around him is the recently famous Pistons No. 18 show.

The three words of Mo Mengchen are really difficult for Americans to read. They would rather remember him with the nickname "Pistons No. 18 Show" rather than spend a few seconds studying his first name.

　　 "Man, this is my friend, he will often send things over in the future, remember to let him in."

　　Mo Mengchen co-opted a tip and bought the security guard of the training hall to ensure that he would not waste time on these boring things in the future.

　　 "Water is coming."

　　Houston glared and said: "Although I gave you a lot of money, but you don't have to buy so much? Rookie, are you crazy?"

　　 "I want to make sure you can drink water, so that I don't have to stop the things in my hand to help you run errands." Mo Mengchen put the water down.

　　 Then, he picked up a bottle of 100% juice from it, grabbed a ball and went to the training hall.

"Rookie, you're too expensive." Dumas didn't drink water. He kept up with Mo Mengchen. "Maybe it's easy for you to make money now, but you will soon find out that the more we earn, the more we spend, Sooner or later, the money will be spent. Before you get old, leave yourself a way."

　　Mo Mengchen looked back at him and said, "You make sense, I now have a small goal to make my bank deposits reach eight digits."

　　 Dumas said with a smile: "If you spend so much money every day, you will never save so much money."

　　 "If I can save time, I think this money is worth spending." Mo Mengchen said, "I don't want to hear an old bird like you ask me to buy something during training."

　　 Even if Mo Mengchen had no respect for these old birds, Dumas did not care, he was a very kind person.

"The NBA is full of all kinds of people. If you want to get involved, you must first adapt. Alan is a good person. He just..." Even Dumas couldn't think of a good adjective to describe the CIC king, so he made a distorted expression ,"You know."

　　Mo Mengchen has a special connection with Dumas. The most direct point is that they are all the eighteenth picks in the first round.

　　As a representative of the Bad Boys Army, Dumas is the only positive image in it, there are black and white, and there are several positive characters in the villain's power.

　　 Dumas's character made him have many friends in the NBA. At that time, they blocked Jordan's bull in the Eastern Conference for three consecutive years. His teammates madly flattened Jordan on the court, and did not hurt his friendship with Jordan.

　　 "He is the kind of person who makes it hard to hate him." Jordan commented on Dumas.

　　 191 cm tall, with the smiling assassin in the 1980s, formed the most frightening backcourt double gun in the Eastern District. After the assassin retired two years ago, he took the initiative to transform and played the guard. He also played well.

He is very versatile, has no obvious weaknesses, has the best lineup, has the best defensive lineup, has won the finals MVP, can play two positions, is now older, and is indispensable for this Pistons team. Characters, he has a response on and off the field, and one-handed shooting is also the most stable point of this Pistons team.

　　 This lack of talent, lack of range, lack of mature system, seems to be missing the Pistons, Dumas can be said to be their Dinghaishenzhen.

　　Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball on the ground and began to practice a three-pointer.

　　 Dumas watched on the side, he found that Luis M. Lor actually honestly received the pass under the basket.

　　 "Don't he train?"

　　 "This is our game."

"Oh?"

　　 Dumas wants to know the specific content of this game.

　　 "Limited to throwing five hundred goals, I shot with him in turn, once I missed it, it was replaced with him to shoot, I came to pass."

　　Not to mention, Mo Mengchen hit the fiftieth goal.

　　 "He looks lonely." Dumas looked at the numb Lol.

　　Lol was more than alone. He was a bit of a pain. He thought that Mo Mengchen would soon be thrown away. As a result, he was wrong and wrong.

　　Mo Mengchen wouldn't miss it at all. In the training state with no confrontation at all, his shooting was almost accurate enough to make people want to burst.

　　 This year there are four rookies on the team. Mo Mengchen is the one who impressed Dumas the most, not only his performance in the Summer League, but also his interesting rumors.

　　 Seeing today, he has a feeling that it is better to be known than to meet, and to meet is more famous.

　　 This newcomer is really interesting.

Gradually, Mo Mengchen's shot began to attract the attention of others. He shot continuously at one point, without losing for ten consecutive minutes.

　　 pitched 25 goals in almost a minute.

　　He scored 300 goals in a row.

　　 The shooting saw Terry Mills amazed: "Rookie, you are almost catching up with Reggie Miller!"

　　Mo Mengchen did not reply.

　　 Mills is also a more characteristic player of this era. With a height of 208 cm, he is very fat, or rather fat, at first glance, it is like a reduced version of Davis.

　　 Such a big figure has a delicate shot.

　　 His range can be extended beyond the three-point line, in this era, his characteristics are rare.

　　 "Mo, please miss it!"

　　 Roll passed the ball and vomited.

　　 So, Mo Mengchen finally lost, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

　　 "How many goals did he score in a row?" Hill asked.

　　 "At least three hundred." Mills didn't watch the whole process.

　　 "Don't you think his shooting is very interesting?" Michael Curry laughed.

"like this!"

　　 Hill imitated Mo Mengchen's ball-pick gesture.

　　 "It's so cool, he has the coolest shooting gesture in the world!" Hill murmured on the side, "How come I don't have the creativity like him? It's a shame!"

　　Lol was about to shoot, Houston came out and said, "Mo, how about one?"

　　 "We are comparing three-pointers."

　　Mo Mengchen's implication is: what is the fun of your CIC king?

Alan Houston is well known for his extremely standard shots and perverted midrange shots, but his three-pointers are also very good. He averaged 4.9 shots per game last season and hit 2.1 goals, which is arguably the best shooter in the team. .

　　 "Don't you **** think I'm only going to make a shot. As long as it's a shot, I can do anything. I'm the strongest in history than shooting!"

　　 Seeing Mo Mengchen's hair, Houston is also itchy, eager to prove himself in front of this group of rookies.

　　 "If Louis agrees, I have no opinion." Mo Mengchen said.

　　Just like this, Houston's eyes fell on Rolle's body, his fierce eyes made Rolle's hand tremble.

　　 "But... I am. I have passed the ball for more than ten minutes to Mo. I finally got this chance, I..."

　　 "Then let you vote first, you missed me and then make up, is this always possible?"

　　Houston is not a very unreasonable person. After finishing this, Lor relaxed, and once he relaxed, he felt no more.

　　 The first goal, he shot directly at the front of the basket.

　　 Waited for a dozen minutes, so it flew.

　　Lol ran to Mo Mengchen's side.

　　 He is already frustrated enough, Mo Mengchen still thinks he is not frustrated enough, and **** talked over the past: "How dare you compare your skills to shooting with me?

　　 "I shot accurately, just made a mistake and my rhythm was disrupted by him..." Lor complained in a low voice. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Mo Mengchen replied: "Don't you have an absolute good opportunity every time you shoot? Do you think your opponent will give you such a good opportunity every time?"

　　 At this time, Houston scored ten goals in a row.

There were cheers around 　　.

　　 However, the facts also proved that he was not exaggerated. Hill's words made Houston float, and his tail went up to the clouds.

　　 "Alan, let the rookies look at the shooting of the Pistons' best shooter!"

"okay!"

　　 "Duang!"

　　 The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

　　Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and said to Houston, his face twitching, "Troubling you to help me pass the ball."

　　 "Humph!" Houston shouted, "I don't believe you still have such a good feel!"

　　Mo Mengchen even hit ten goals.

　　Hill started again: "Since today, the Pistons' best shooter has changed hands!"

　　Mo Mengchen was unmoved and even hit ten goals.

　　 "Only idiots will be stunned by this boring praise." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

　　 Dumas laughed more than once: "This guy is so funny!"

　　No matter how much movement appears around him, Mo Mengchen always silently does what he is good at.

　　 Shoot, continue shooting, every shot is striving for perfection.

　　Houston originally thought that Mo Mengchen's shot was good. After a while, he found out.

　　Every shot of this kid feels exactly the same?

　　How did you score the last goal, how did you score this goal.

　　How come there is such a terrible feel?

　　 "Is it because of his way of picking the ball?" Houston watched Mo Mengchen's gesture as a pistol.