The three-month special training made Mo Mengchen miserable. It was also through these three months of practice that his overall evaluation rose to 59.

His dribbling, three-pointers, confrontation and physical strength have been significantly improved.

On the last day of training, Misic gave him a knee pad.

"You prove that you have a strong will, and I believe you will open that door." Misick said to him.

Mo Mengchen thanked him.

In June, the NBA Finals are in full swing.

During this period, Mo Mengchen not only trained, but also allowed Parton to make extra money.

As a time traveler, he had foresight, but he didn't know how to trade stocks in his previous life. Therefore, the path to getting rich through stocks is not feasible.

Since you can't trade stocks, you can only take the wrong move - bet on the ball.

I dare not say anything else, he was impressed by what happened in the NBA in recent years.

Especially in the playoffs in the Western Conference, the Rockets played an epic playoff journey under the leadership of Olajuwon.

They were not optimistic in every round, but they defeated their opponents in the front position in each round and slapped them all the way, which was even more exciting than the Mavericks in 2011.

When Parton learned that he was going to bet on football, he refused.

"I am an agent! I will only help you negotiate! Even if I break my other leg, I will never help you do this!"

After the matter is completed.

"Mo, you are so amazing! How do you know they will win? How do you know?"

Parton grabbed Momonchen's arm excitedly.

Mo Mengchen looked at his hands dangerously: "Have you washed your hands?"

"Well..."

Parton quickly spread his hand: "Tell me, how did you know?"

“How much did you earn?”

"2 million! 2 million!"

Mo Mengchen's eyes turned: "Dry one million into my account, keep 500,000 yourself, and 500,000 others, bet on anything, don't care about winning or losing."

"Why?"

"You ask me?"

Mo Mengchen looked at him.

"Uh..." Parton understood with a twist of his mind, "Did you know from the beginning that it would be the result?"

"Do you think I am a God?"

Mo Mengchen pulled the topic: "How are you doing the trial training?"

Patton thought it was impossible. How could anyone predict the outcome of the game? It must be luck.

But, if I were just lucky, why did I spend 500,000 in vain?

Hearing Momonchen's question, Parton replied: "The Suns have sent you a trial invitation, and I am still fighting for a trial invitation from New Jersey."

"Only two teams?"

"I believe you can."

Mo Mengchen did not blame Parton. He was once the star of hope, but that was once. Parton was a rookie agent without foundation. With his connections, being able to win the Suns' trial invitation so quickly can be considered an extremely outstanding operation.

"New Jersey?"

Mo Mengchen recalled the current situation of the Nets, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything.

The Nets of this period are easily forgotten teams, and he can't even remember a player's name.

He has few opportunities right now, so he must cherish every trial.

During the finals, Mo Mengchen asked Patton to gamble for three more games.

He earned 5 million in one go, but it was still the same rule. He accepted three million, leaving one million for Parton to operate, and the remaining one million was returned to the dealer through the blind betting method.

Mo Mengchen's foundation is now shallow and he doesn't want to attract attention. Therefore, he needs to make the dealer feel that "this is just a person who is so lucky that he explodes."

Even if you don’t play basketball, Mo Mengchen can live a good life just by relying on the benefits brought by betting on football.

But this way of living was not what he wanted.

He was an outstanding doctor in his previous life, and in this life, he wanted to become an outstanding player.

As a time traveler, I have a system like a cheater. If I can't do this, it would be a failure.

Lille Center

In the finals, two legendary centers of the O'Neill, Olajuwon and O'Neal, were in love and fighting each other, and the Suns had already begun their holiday.

The season is about to end, and the 1995 NBA Draft will happen only twenty days later.

The Suns hold three draft picks, one in the first and two second rounds, and many college students with bleak prospects want to come here to try out.

In this arena that is usually used for Suns player training, the entire coaching staff and management are gathered.

Fifteen players participated in today's trial, with defenders accounting for the majority.

Mo Mengchen is among them.

"Mo? This guy only has one year of college basketball experience. Although he has certain performance, but..."

Suns' assistant coach Jackson Shane looked down and saw a shocking experience in the injury history: three ACL tearings and suffered a serious car accident two years ago.

Is this the fucking commander of the Scourge?

"What's wrong, JS?" asked an old man with a kind face.

"Paul, look."

Paul Westfar, the head coach of the Suns and legendary star in the history of the Suns, took over the information of the assistant coach and read it in detail.

"He shouldn't have appeared here at all!" Xia En said, "With such a serious injury history, I'm afraid I'll have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair ten years ago!"

"Even today, ten years later, the injuries he encountered were devastating."

After reading Mo Mengchen's information, Westfar said, "He is actually a doctor."

"interesting."

In addition to more than a dozen members of the coaching staff, the Suns' general manager Brian Colangelo was present.

"If you delete the part as a player, this is simply the job search history of rookie Michael Jordan."

Colangelo said sarcastically: "He is a good doctor, why should he give up such a good job?"

Mo Mengchen stared at the people talking. Although the two sides were dozens of meters apart,... he saw it.

He saw the other party holding his information—the cover of the information was written with his name—although it was so far apart, he still saw it.

These eyes are undoubtedly the most valuable talent in Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen gradually discovered that in addition to the system, he could also find more strengths in himself.

"Now he's here, let's see why he dares to participate in the trial." Westfal didn't want to give people a sense of it in one go.

At this time, another teaching assistant stood up.

"Next we will conduct athletic ability tests and shooting tests on you. If you want to conduct athletic ability tests first, come with me. If you want to conduct a shooting test first, you can stay here."

As soon as the assistant teacher finished speaking, a few tall and powerful people stood up.

Obviously, they are very confident in their athletic ability and they hope to leave a deep impression on the coaching staff from the beginning.

Mo Mengchen was the last person to stand up.

Everyone else was surprised to see him stand up.

He looks a little too thin.

Although he had been training for three months, his weight had only increased by five kilograms, and he currently weighed only 77 kilograms. For a 196 cm person, this weight is really light.

"This guy is like a cannabis pole."

Behind Mo Mengchen, a short and strong black man said jokingly.

"I hope to fight him in a group later, I will smash his bones!"

"By the way, which university is this guy from?"

"I haven't heard of it, who knows him?"

Mo Mengchen threw the gossip behind him, and he followed a group of forwards.

"Now, two people are doing a 3/4 sprint test in a group, who will come first?" asked the assistant coach.

At this time, a white man walked forward and he looked very nervous.

"Who wants to run with him?" the assistant coach asked with a smile.
To be continued...