Florida, a place where flowers bloom.

Jordan's big-name training camp is located north of downtown Miami, where there is a sports club called Cahilda.

You can do whatever exercise you want here.

Football, basketball, baseball, and rugby are all to be played. However, in the next half month, those who come to train will only play basketball.

Because Jordan booked the place and was with a group of superstars.

This is a tradition. Jordan, who made a comeback in the late season last year, lost the semi-finals. Everyone thought he was old and useless, so he held a training camp in the summer of 1995 and invited celebrities and young talents to participate.

In Reggie Miller's words, this is: "Let's help Michael train so he can kick our ass next season."

Judging from the results, Miller and his friends' wish came true.

"Who is there in the training camp? I've said a few that I don't know yet."

Medela and Momonchen came to Miami together.

She replied: "And Tim Hardaway and Alonzo Mourning, this is their home court, and they will come, by the way, your teammate Grant Hill is here too."

"Didn't this guy go to the US team for training?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Nearly half of the American team members join Michael's training camp, and they will report to the United States before the training camp ends," Meadella said.

Mo Mengchen would not say anything stupid about reporting so late, whether he would not have a tacit understanding or not. The Meng Third Team is also very dominant and has the ability to stop and crush the championship throughout the whole process.

The so-called tacit understanding is actually bullshit under the advantages of strength and talent.

Five college students can kill all junior high school students by teaming up, because the gap is too big.

Cahilda Club

"Just stop here, you go find a place to stay. If there is anything, I will call you." Mo Mengchen said.

Medela should be gentle.

Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage in. When the security guard at the gate saw him, he didn't even ask and just let him in.

Mo Mengchen thought it was Jordan or someone else who had told them who would come, and even they had photos of everyone on their hands, just remember those faces.

"I've watched your game live, Dor.Mo."

A black man with a mustache walked up to Mo Mengchen with a smile, and he was the typical management look.

His smile may be the sweetest in the world, even if not, one of the sweetest ones.

Such a smile can make people less vigilant.

"Have the training started?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"No, not yet, Michael knows you just came here, and you won't train today, and you'll be together later. He'll hold a party by the pool." The bearded black man explained.

Still having a party? Mo Mengchen didn't want to see these people's heroic postures with half of their bodies exposed at all, and he didn't want them to see their naked body exposed at all. He was here to train, not to attend the party.

Dor.Mo thought straightforwardly.

Cahilda Club also prepared rooms for guests, and only some people were willing to live in. For example, those big names like to show off. They believe that only high-star hotels are worth their own value, and living in such unfinished houses will be ridiculed.

In fact, the room here is pretty good. At least Mo Mengchen can't find any problems, because he asked someone to clean it inside and out three times before going out, and he also tips himself to ensure that they will not be discounted in their work.

"You are so polite!" said the cleaner with a smile.

"I'm working hard." Mo Mengchen was going to find someone, Jordan was good, and anyone was good. He wanted to see an NBA player other than him.

A few seconds later, he got what he wanted.

He saw his teammate - Grant Hill.

He was not surprised.

It was also at the same time that Hill saw him.

He was surprised.

The two looked at each other.

Mo Mengchen asked deliberately: "Why are you here?"

"I still want to ask you, why are you here?" Hill was very surprised.

Momonchen said: "Michael invited it."

"I was invited by Michael, but why did he invite you? Even if the guy who comes here is not a star, he will definitely be a star in the future." Grant looked confused.

He is worthy of being a beast from Duke, even harming people so silently.

Mo Mengchen said: "Can you end this awkward chat? Tell me what I can do now."

"The swimming pool is two minutes away. If you are not interested, the basketball court is right in front, with a full set of facilities and a ball-picking caddy. Your favorite..."

"goodbye."

Since he could train, Mo Mengchen was not interested in going to the swimming pool. Anyway, they would still meet together later. He would rather use this time to practice shooting than chat by the pool.

What's more, there are caddies!

The distance shortened the NBA three-point line distance before, Mo Mengchen could walk from the basket with his eyes closed.

His teammates didn't know why he chose to practice three-pointers at this position, because the three-point line had been shortened - they would inevitably feel that Mo Mengchen has foresight in the future. Before that, he could only insist on training so as not to get used to the length of the three-point line when it changed back.

After scoring ten goals in a row, he made a fuck.

The ball jumped and rolled towards the door.

The caddie was about to pick it up when she saw one foot step on the ball.

"Stephen, I don't need to introduce this person. Everyone likes to call him Dor.Mo, but I know him very well," Jerry Starkhouse pointed at Momontchen and said, "He prefers us to call him Australian."

Although the young Marbury is not as bad as she was in New York later, gold is gold after all, and bad can be divided into small bad and big bad.

His current bad habits have taken shape. When he heard Starkhouse's introduction, he just wanted to come up and provoke it.

"Mo, are you so serious? Why don't you sit by the pool for a while?" Marbury asked with a smile, "Are you worried that you can't stand the beauty in the swimsuit?"

Mo Mengchen gave up the ball, grabbed another ball, and said, "No, I just don't want to see some waste people who led the team to win the No. 1 pick."

Marbury's face changed.

Starkhouse snorted: "I will change positions with you, and the result will not be different. The league's eyes are sharp. I am the first team and you are the second team, do you understand?"

"There is still a difference. We played the second-place with the Eastern Conference for five games before we regretted losing the game. You can buy fishing rods until the end of the season. You have now realized your wish - I wonder if the flowers and fish ponds in Florida can satisfy you, a genius in the bad world?"

Mo Mengchen said jokingly, and made a three-pointer with his left hand and the ball entered.

The caddie picks up the ball and passes the ball.

The atmosphere was very awkward, and Starkhouse didn't know how to refute it, and Marbury couldn't get it in horizontally and vertically.

He originally wanted to take the team with Starkhouse, but now he has just entered the league and has only played a few summer league games, without any results. The only advantage is that his pick is higher than Momonchen.

So what? Mo Mengchen has been playing for a season.

Starkhouse was blushed by Momon Dun, and snorted coldly, taking Marbury aside.

If they weren't making noise, Mo Mengchen wouldn't pay attention to them.

He practiced shooting seriously and shot two thousand goals in one breath.

The caddie who passed the ball was about to break, and Mo Mengchen looked like he could shoot another two thousand balls as long as he had enough time.

After looking at the time, Mo Mengchen said, "Let's stop here today, please trouble you."

The caddie had a premonition that the next half month would be difficult, and this was a pervert.

Who can do nothing but practice shooting? Fortunately, this guy shot accurately in the open space, otherwise he would have run to death?

Mo Mengchen didn't think about these things, he just simply wanted to sweat.

That night, the pool party was held as scheduled.

These people drink and sunbathe by the pool during the day, and still drink by the pool at night, but there are a few more games.

Play cards, barbecue, swim or pull a beautiful woman in a swimsuit in a relaxed swimsuit and find a dark little corner to do something related to human reproduction.

After Mo Mengchen appeared, a fat man with a round and rolling body came to him and gave him a bear hug that was not beautiful at all.

Fortunately, his strength has improved a lot than the All-Star weekend, otherwise he would be hit by the fat man in the swimming pool.

"Come on, let me introduce it. This is Dor.Mo. I think you all know each other, but I have to say something you don't know. This is my little brother, I'm covering him. No one is allowed to bully him here!" Barkley muttered loudly.

Jordan cursed with a cigar in his mouth and said, "Shut up your mouth with such a nonsense fat pig! This is my territory, my party, my training camp, and I will cover it. What does it have to do with you?"

"Aren't we brothers? Isn't yours mine? What you cover is what I cover!"

This fat man's sophistry skills are comparable to his fat-enhancing skills.

Even in this lively training camp, the distribution of the camp is still very obvious.

Rogues and gangsters like Jordan, Barkley, and Tim Hardaway all sit together.

More elegant and gentlemanly like Admirals, Penny, Devil Mountain, and Kevin Johnson also sat together.

As for Starkhouse, Marbury, Antoine Walker and others formed their own small camp long before Momonchen arrived.

"Don't, just sit wherever you want." Jordan smiled.

Do I really do whatever I want to sit?

Momonchen turned around and said to Hill and Penns: "I'll say a few words to them."

"Be kind to the point, this is not Detroit." Hill instructed.

"You teach me?" After saying that, Mo Mengchen turned around and sat next to Jordan and the others.

Jordan had a cigar in his mouth, and a beautiful Latin girl with a big figure was drinking around him: "It seems that everyone has arrived."

"Come on, I'm ready to kill you so that you won't leave any more!" Barkley cleared the table and took out dozens of checks. The amount on it was not large, each of which was $1,000.

For ordinary people, getting one is a considerable income, while for Barkley, this amount of money is a pocket money to send homeless people or have some fun for themselves.
Chapter completed!