"Cunning guy."

Seeing Momonchen commit Atkinson's offensive foul, Colangelo expressed his thoughts.

"Are you cunning? I'm afraid you're not just cunning." Xia En seemed to have some advice.

No one spoke any further, and the entire coaching staff seemed to be focusing on this game.

They are just the first batch of players to go to the team to try out this offseason. Judging from their resumes, there are only one or two who are capable, and there are probably hundreds of similar players in this class.

Even if the Suns' draft pick is not very high, you should be careful to choose.

"Get up, dog thief!"

Atkinson completely got into a quarrel with Momonchen.

Seeing his jumping up and down, people can't help but remind people of how embarrassed he was just now.

"I really don't know what he is arrogant."

Even though he was not familiar with Mo Mengchen, Klaus was a little angry when he saw the other party being so arrogant.

"Serve."

Momeng Dust Path.

"I will go to the low position, that person can't stop me." After serving the ball, Klaus pointed his hand at his position.

Mo Mengchen slowly slapped the ball.

"Creating three mistakes from the opponent."

"Get at least 5 assists."

“The individual rating reaches at least B.”

“The team rating is at least B.”

This is the first time Mo Mengchen has received a task on the court. He just made Atkinson an offensive foul, which is equivalent to making the opponent make a mistake.

therefore...

"Go to die!"

Atkinson's movements were quite rough, and he made a fierce physical contact with Mo Mengchen.

"Beep!"

The referee whistled again.

"Depend on!"

Atkinson was extremely angry.

"Don't, give me the ball!"

Chris Kyle shouted.

"Don't move in the spot!"

After Mo Mengchen shouted this sentence without arguing, he ran out of the outside line and took the ball from Lore's hand.

"Get in!"

Mo Mengchen pointed at the basket. At this time, Klaus just came out to pick-and-roll, and his fat body like a fat pig made him a high-quality pick-and-roll hand.

At this moment, the casual black team missed three people.

Lor who cuts inward, Klaus who dismantles the pick-and-roll, and Kyle who remains unmoved, but because Mo Mengchen calls the pick-and-roll to disrupt the opponent's lineup, his defender must run to make up for defense.

"Bang!"

A lightning strike at the earth, turned the corner and flew into Lor's hand, and he made a layup directly.

"Mo, I had a chance just now!"

Kyle shouted.

"Do you have a higher open 3-point shooting percentage than his empty basket?"

Mo Mengchen asked mockingly.

Kyle, who was ashamed of Mo Mengchen, said something shocking and shaking: "Three points are more profitable than two points!"

Mo Mengchen never thought that anyone could say this in this era.

Small ball pioneer Chris Kyle?

"You won't be so lucky this time!"

Atkinson's eyes were filled with fire. His explosive power was very fierce. With one step, Mo Mengchen could not keep up with his defensive footsteps and was very straightforward.

It was also at this moment that Mo Mengchen seemed to see Atkinson being blocked by Klaus. He moved first and wiped out the opponent's last chance.

"So reckless!"

Atkinson's way of playing made Westfall frown repeatedly.

Sure enough, Atkinson crashed into Klaus's arms, the space was smaller than an ant hole, and he had no chance to pass the ball to Miles, so he had to pass it out.

He remembered that there were teammates at that position, so he passed it on.

"Damn it!"

"Why is that dog thief there?"

It was as if he had really seen this result, and he stuck Atkinson's only shot point in advance and stopped the ball.

Seeing this, Chris Kyle made a quick attack directly.

Mo Mengchen made a long pass from the shell that leaped into the half, and passed it to Kyle with amazing accuracy. The 196-centimeter guard rushed into the basket and dunked with one hand.

"What qualifications are you qualified to play basketball with an IQ of less than 60?"

Mo Mengchen's indifferent words were like a sharp knife slashing Atkinson.

"You have the affinity to say it again!"

Even if he doesn't know what CP means, he can be sure that it's not a good thing.

Kyle ran back, and he really didn't know how to describe his feelings just now.

The whole round was under the control of that person, and he even felt that Mo Mengchen had deliberately broken through by Atkinson.

After playing the stinky ball for several rounds, Atkinson's teammates were extremely dissatisfied with him. They all came here to try out. The opportunity was rare. Everyone had to do their best, but this guy controlled the ball alone and played in a mess. How could he let such a person control the ball?

A white defender named Jack took the ball. He played double guards at school and was also very skilled at the point guard at this time.

At this time, Kyle's strength also showed up.

His individual defense should be the best among the ten people on the field.

In a completely one-on-one situation, he locked Jack.

"What a tough defense!"

Before Colangelo finished his praise, Kyle stole Jack and staged a one-stop dunk again.

"Look at this counterattack, this guy is really good!"

"Chris Kyle from Southern Illinois University is the only player among these guys to have made it to the EPSN draft prediction list."

"Indeed, this person has good strength."

Colangelo valued Kyle, while several other assistants followed suit.

Only Westfar and Shane were reluctant to speak.

The ball started to work, and once the attack started, the field was filled with Mo Mengchen's voice, which was rare in a trial-like confrontation match.

A trial-based competition is like a showroom. Everyone wants to be placed in a prominent position to see their strengths.

Therefore, it is difficult for them to cooperate with each other.

It is precisely because of these factors that these defenders who drive the people around them always cannot find the rhythm in the confrontation match unless the ball is always in his hands.

But Mo Mengchen didn't hold the ball in his hand for a long time.

At this time, he was at the bottom corner.

Klaus' huge tonnage provided him with great convenience. Momonchen suddenly ran around his body to the outside line. The short and strong Kyle was logically not likely to be freed from by him.

As a result, he was lifted away.

Mo Mengchen ran to the top of the arc and Lore passed the ball.

Mo Mengchen took the ball and shot, and his little finger ran his ring finger and middle finger to exert force one after another, and he pulled out the ball.

"Swish!"

"Who is guarding me?"

After the three-pointer was made, Mo Mengchen asked his opponent.

Players wearing black jerseys looked at Atkinson who was stuck at the basket.
To be continued...