Chapter 30 Foresight(1/2)
"Louis, how many balls do I have left?"
Mo Mengchen still did not miss the shot. While he shot, he asked Luis M. Lore who remembered every goal.
Lore replied: "You have 30 goals left, that's enough."
"Alan, make a bet."
"What are you betting on?"
Mo Mengchen held the ball in his arms and said, "I will shoot the next 30 goals. If I shoot, from today on, you can't call me to buy water."
"What if you mess it up?" Although Mo Mengchen was in a brave state, if he had an extra bet, he would feel more or less burdened? Moreover, the team introduced four rookies in one go this year. Even if he won, he might as well just call other rookies in the future. What's the big deal?
Mo Mengchen said: "On the other hand, you can call me as much as you like."
"Including giving me a massage?" Houston knew that Mo Mengchen was a doctor and must have some massage skills.
"Yes." Mo Mengchen said.
"The deal is completed!"
Then, Mo Mengchen's shot changed into an arc.
His shooting arc was higher than before, but each ball flew into the air like a rainbow, hooking up high, and then rolling into the basket.
Houston just needs to raise his hands and the ball will fall into his palm.
He has never seen this kind of control and this kind of touch before.
After Mo Mengchen took the 30th ball, he turned around and picked up the juice on the ground.
The ball entered.
Houston stared at Mo Mengchen blankly. The other party had turned around. He could only see his back. This narcissistic and interesting rookie, so fucking cute!
Mo Mengchen is gradually accumulating popularity among this group of people. This is his purpose. To control the team, he must first win people's hearts.
"Mo, if you only look at open shots, you should be the one who shoots the most accurately I have ever seen." Dumas exclaimed.
In fact, his open three-point shooting attribute is only 52. As for why he is so accurate, he doesn't know. Maybe he really has the talent for shooting.
First, let your shooting have no blind spots. This is his goal. This Pistons lacks shooters too much.
Although there are first-class pitchers like Houston, he mostly uses mid-range shots, and three-pointers are just supporters. Dumas's old trick is barely counted. Others, including Terry Mills, who has a very skilled job, are typical of three-pointers but unstable.
After the shooting game, everyone scattered.
Mo Mengchen saw Lynch Hunter, the owner of the Pistons No. 9 jersey.
"Lynch,"
Mo Mengchen stopped him.
"You don't want to compete with me in shooting, do you? I don't have that good shot." Hunter shook his head.
In history Momonchen knows, although Hunter is not an All-Star, after he retired, he was called the Pistons' legend because he played for the Pistons for 12 seasons.
"I have something I want to discuss with you."
"What's up?"
Hunter was also very curious. What can he do if this rookie who shines in training camp?
"I want to wear your No. 9." Mo Mengchen said.
"This..." Hunter smiled dryly, "Mo, No. 9 has a special meaning to me. If you have to, you may have to pay some price. There is a saying in Italy that you will not get it if you don't pay."
"What's the price?" Mo Mengchen asked.
Hunter said: "300,000, give me 300,000, No. 9 is yours."
"If you give me No. 9, I will give you something else." Mo Mengchen said.
Hunter wanted to know what was more expensive than 300,000.
"What?"
"My friendship." Mo Mengchen said.
If my understanding is correct, he thinks his friendship is more than 300,000. Hunter thought Mo Mengchen was bargaining, and he really didn't want 300,000. The price could be negotiated.
In the NBA, some veterans like to cheat newcomers, and their methods are different.
Some talents with strange brain circuits have invented this method: at the end of the season, like the team applying for a jersey replacement, changing a number that no one wears but is more popular, if a rookie proposes to change the jersey, he will take the opportunity to knock on him.
Some people don't spend a penny on their jerseys, while others do.
"It's 100,000, what about 100,000? This is my greatest concession." Hunter smiled.
"No, I don't need you to give in. You either get my friendship or get 300,000 yuan, choose one."
"You really want to give me 300,000?"
Looking at the other party's surprised expression, Mo Mengchen finally said, "The money you want will be transferred to your account tonight."
After saying that, Mo Mengchen turned around and left.
It was not until a long time later that Hunter knew what a wrong decision he made today.
This happened quietly.
Mo Mengchen is not ostentatious, and Hunter will not be stupid enough to show off everywhere. After all, beating rookies is not a glorious thing, and it is harmful to him or not.
That night, Mo Mengchen returned to the hotel and thought about the lyrics while doing upper limb training.
He will do this when he is free.
Although there is a skill in his singer template, he couldn't think of any good lyrics for a while, so he could only continue to plagiarize the wisdom of future generations.
Fortunately, he used to listen to most English songs, and now he can use them.
He immediately thought of Allen Taylor's "Some Dreams", which is his favorite song, melodious melody, vicissitudes of voice, and everything in life is in just four and a half minutes.
He turned on the recorder and sang the song while exercising.
After practicing until nine o'clock, Mo Mengchen was sweating profusely. He opened the refrigerator specially prepared by the hotel, which was filled with some chicken, duck, fish, meat and various noodles.
They are going to train in Saint-Sumari for a month. If they don't prepare these things themselves, it means that he will find a delicious, hygienic and barely accompanied restaurant every day. This is too difficult.
Even if you turn the entire state of Michigan over, you may not find thirty restaurants that meet the standards.
Mo Mengchen was about to have a midnight snack.
"Dongdong!"
Someone knocked on the door.
Mo Mengchen went to open the door and saw that the person coming was Mark West, the big brother in the team, but he was not familiar with West.
It should be said that they had never even said anything.
"Mo, I heard you are a doctor," West said.
"Come in."
Mo Mengchen closed the door and asked, "Where is uncomfortable?"
"My right knee is a little sore and I think something is wrong," West said.
As mentioned before, although we cannot always know the changes in our body, once problems arise or the defense system in our body has collapsed, the body will feedback it.
If there is any problem, it will be reported.
Smart people will be alert and pay attention to these issues.
West joined the league in 1983. He played for many years and was very sensitive to injuries.
"Does it hurt?"
"Where is here?"
“How does it feel?”
Mo Mengchen pressed gently from several positions, and West reacted.
"Is there something wrong with my knee?" West asked.
"If every patient is as sensitive as you, the work pressure in the hospital will be greatly reduced." Mo Mengchen rarely praised him, "Stop training from tomorrow, go to the hospital for a checkup, and do a checkup after the soreness and swelling disappears. When the hospital confirms that there is no problem, you will resume training."
Before coming, West had checked Mo Mengchen's information and knew that this young man, who was only 22 years old, had absolute authority in this matter.
"I get it, thank you, doctor." West smiled, "Can you call you that?"
"Can."
West left, and Momonchen's advice allowed him to prevent injuries.
If he didn't come to ask, he would continue playing with his right knee, which had a sore and swollen reaction, and he would miss thirty regular season games due to his injury.
His vigilance, his sensitivity to injury, saved him.
It’s a pity that he is no longer at the peak. If he is at the peak, he can make up for the shortage of the Pistons’ defensive end in the penalty area.
At the peak, Mark West is a standard basketball player who can contribute 1,182 per game. There are many players like him, but because it is not indispensable, he has to change teams frequently.
To be continued...