Momonchen and Hill arrived at Green Bay Training Camp at the same time.

At the intersection, the two of them collided. Hill looked at him and was sure that this strong man was Mo Mengchen.

After a separation from Miami Beach, Momontchen looked a little stronger in just one month.

Hill's feeling is not wrong. This offseason, Mo Mengchen's weight rose to 90 kilograms.

"The season is beginning, man," Hill said with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said, "So what?"

"How is it? Why do you look listless? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?" Hill asked.

"You look weak, do you want to have a systemic surgery?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill clearly cared about him, but was treated like this and immediately said, "You seem to be terminally ill, do you want me to contact you for 911?"

As a result, don’t compare with Mo Mengchen with whom it is more ruthless.

Mo Mengchen stared at him and said, "You look like you are dying. Have you made a will?"

What a gentle and easy-going person Hill is? How could he curse each other with this vicious bastard? He snorted, strode forward, and walked into the training camp.

Most of the players have arrived, and they are the ones who came relatively late.

In the crowd, they saw a strong short and fat man teaching Rashad Lewis a lesson.

Why is he strong but short and fat? Because he still looks a little fat, but he is much better than before.

Mo Mengchen couldn't believe that the person ahead was Buckley?

"You're so thin?" Hill was stunned.

They looked carefully for a few seconds, and it was right that the middle-aged man who was ravaging Lewis on his back was indeed Barkley, who had to spend a lot of time losing weight after the beginning of each season because he was too obese in the past two seasons.

Barkley doesn't need to lose weight this year. His weight seems to be only around 120 kilograms, which is his weight index during his peak period. Compared to his height, this weight is still considered to be above the standard, but compared to the 135 kilograms at the beginning of the training camp (at least), it is a miracle that he can maintain his weight so well during the offseason.

"Is that the person you highly recommend to the team?" Hill saw Ginobili.

Mo Mengchen said: "Yes."

"It doesn't look special," Hill said.

Ginobili is Momonchen's favorite player, and it is natural to recruit him. Hill seems to be a little contemptuous of Ginobili.

"Don't underestimate him." Mo Mengchen said, "He can break through and shoot. He should be able to adapt to the NBA's three-point line quickly. The threat of shooting outside is definitely greater than that of you. He has a wild imagination and has extremely penetrating passes. He is a rare guard."

Hill became increasingly disbelief: "You're sure the person you're talking about sounds like the first pick in the first round, not the 29th pick in the first round."

Mo Mengchen snorted: "Let's see."

"I suddenly look forward to the next match."

Hill put the things on and met his teammates.

Ginobili quickly came over. According to his understanding, Hill was very approachable, had no airs and was easy to get along with.

"Hello, Grant." Ginobili introduced himself, "Just call me Manu."

Mo Mengchen blew Ginobili to heaven and did not affect Hill's kindness to Ginobili. He said to Ginobili: "Go and meet my dad, he likes you very much."

"Okay!" Ginobili looked shocked.

He didn't expect Mo Mengchen to know him, and he didn't expect the other party to like him.

Hill had no need to deceive him, this matter must be true.

The second-year students next to him watched Ginobili walk towards Momonchen curiously, and they knew that the good show was about to happen.

"Hello, Mo."

Ginobili came to him.

Mo Mengchen watched the history he changed with his own hands and was moving towards him step by step - Ginobili, like Duncan, was not selected by the Spurs.

"Is there anything wrong, Manu?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ginobili was very surprised. He knew his nickname before he introduced himself. How could he know this if he hadn't learned it after some understanding?

"It's nothing, I just want to say hello to you. You are my favorite NBA player and I like your game." Ginobili said the old saying.

Rookies in recent years basically say this, there is nothing new.

Mo Mengchen nodded slightly, without any indication.

The reaction was stunned by the second-year students standing by the side watching. They thought Mo Mengchen would have a rough response. Even if he didn't leave a terrible first impression on Ginobili, he wouldn't be able to chat back and forth, right? Is this how my father treats rookies?

What happened to them last year is vivid in my mind!

"What's going on? Where does Dad like him?" Ricky Davis remembered the pain he suffered last year, and a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.

Lewis thought about it: "Dad is racist? I remember he is very good to Brad."

Upon hearing this, the two black men looked at Brad Miller, the only white man in the second grade.

Miller snorted coldly: "If you two have a brain in water, stay away from me, don't forget where Detroit is! If Dad is racist, will he stay in a city where the black population accounts for 95% for a long time?"

"That won't make sense. What's the difference between Argentine? I heard that he is just a substitute in Europe!" Davis couldn't figure it out.

Miller asked back: "Then what do you think is extraordinary about me? Why does Dad like me more than you?"

Davis wanted to say that he felt that Miller was nothing special. Seeing Miller's sincere face, he reluctantly said, "You are a little smarter than us."

"Yes, my dad likes smart people. Look at this Argentinian, he has a kind face and extraordinary eyebrows, so he is definitely not a fool." Miller said.

Lewis had already turned Davis's eyes several times.

Isn’t this saying that they are idiots, so dor.     Don’t mo like them?

Ginobili and Momonchen chatted for a few minutes and found that they had many similarities. They liked smart games, advocated three-pointers and the space on the court, and had a tough style.

"By the way, Mo, do you like fishing? I heard that Michigan Hu borders Green Bay, not far from our training camp." Ginobili asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't know much about fishing, but I'm good at making fish I catch into delicious food."

"That's great! It seems that we are likely to become the most tacit fishing partner in Lake Michigan!" Ginobili was already thinking about casual things after training.

Mo Mengchen suddenly felt very bad. This was not his attitude towards rookies, but Ginobili was indeed familiar with his temper. This guy was very familiar and smart enough. Through his impression of the Demon Sword, Ginobili had a very avant-garde game style.

Ginobili, in his previous life, did not land on the NBA until 2002. Since then, his game style has been to break through, three points, and kill.

Does it look familiar?

Not bad, magic ball play.

As early as 2002, Ginobili played basketball that would be outdated for another twenty years.

Popovich later claimed that he hated three-pointers since the three-point line, and he thought the three-pointers made the game boring.

As for Ginobili, he played the most unfair game against his coaching philosophy during his most stubborn period. He was scolded by Popovich every night.

From this point of view, Ginobili is very stubborn. He is always silly and ignores Popovich's scolding.

Later, Popovich accepted the surprises brought by Ginobili and instead gave his roar to Parker.

Perhaps at that time, Popovich already knew that Ginobili was playing the most correct basketball. From then on, the Spurs began to indulge in the Demon Sword, and the Pampas Eagle also became the most special existence of the Silver and Black Legion.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen believed that Ginobili would not disappoint.

Even though he logged in to NBA two years ahead of schedule, he is far from mature now as he logged in to NBA in 2002. But in NBA, he can grow faster.

Training camp stadium center

Westfall concentrates players.

A total of twenty people.

In the end, they will leave fifteen people behind. The Pistons are extremely competitive and each has limited opportunities.

"I won't encourage you, there is competition everywhere here, you just need to know that we are the defending champions, why are we the champions? That's what I'm going to say next."

Westfall stood in front of everyone and said slowly: "I hope you treat your teammates as much as your brothers. Try to help those around you, guide him, and let him find himself here. Respect each other's thoughts and dreams, encourage each other's hearts with actions, fill us with strength, and release our nature."

“We are the defending champions, and if we want to achieve the goal of defending, that’s what we are going to do!”

"Next, we'll have a matchup."

Westfal read out the list he had decided long ago: "Blacks: Grant, Michael, Rashid, Louis, Scott."

"White Team: Mo, Manu, Ricky, Jerome, Ben."

"We play two quarters, one quarter of the game ten minutes," Westfal said.

After saying that, the others were disbanded and the people who were preparing to participate in the confrontation took over their jerseys.

"Don't you want to add some bets?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen asked him what the bet was.

Hill said: "The loser takes a shirtless cold shower."

What a vicious Duke top student!

Except Ginobili, everyone knows that Mo Mengchen is afraid of the cold, although it is summer now.

Mo Mengchen said: "If you lose, all of you will take a 39-degree hot bath!"

Hill said excitedly: "It's settled!"

Rashid muttered, "Dad, don't hold grudges if you lose, you promise yourself."

"Don't worry, I'm not that small-minded." Mo Mengchen said with a smile.

His smile made the roaring Tianzun feel relieved.

If Mo Mengchen was not a little scheming, everyone in this world would be broad-minded.

Is there anyone who is less sensible than him?

In the alliance, Mo Mengchen can almost be said to be synonymous with vengeance.

dor.                                                              
Chapter completed!