basketball never sleeps

Chapter 16 An artifact to abuse food?

When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Mo Wen collapsed on the ground and finally won the game.

Remembering that he still had something to do, Mo Wen stood up hard and used the last remaining energy to stagger towards the side of the court in the direction of Larry Brown. He was about to arrive in front of Larry Brown when his arms were already waving.

In the past, you could even see Larry Brown's dilated pupils.

But the gravity from the void pulled his consciousness back to his physical body in reality.

pity!

After feeling the full strength in his body again, Mo Wen hammered the bed bitterly, just a little bit short.

If you miss it, you will miss it. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. As for now——

Excitedly, Mo Wen called up the personal attributes interface. In the inventory at the bottom, he saw the seven flashing badge fragments. When he clicked on them, there was a prompt about whether to synthesize them.

"synthesis!"

Fluorescence flow.

Two seconds later, a simple copper badge appeared in front of him.

Low-level badge "Defensive Shock": Holding the badge and interfering with shooting will slightly reduce the opponent's shooting percentage. After the holder defends closely, the probability of the ball carrier making a mistake will be slightly increased.

Defense badge?

Mo Wen was a little disappointed.

Although his foundation is defense, whether in the dungeon or in reality, his current defensive ability is barely enough, and he would like an offensive badge to improve his finishing ability.

Working as a blue-collar worker in the dungeon every day, he also wants to eat dumplings once in a while.

Who hasn’t dreamed of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth?

However, from the perspective of the development of the NBA, which pays more attention to "one trick, one move can make a difference", it is actually not bad to further strengthen the defense. However, it still needs to be verified to what extent the slight interference of "Defensive Shock" can be achieved.

Just do it, Mo Wen got up from the bed neatly.

Detroit has become quite cold in December, with temperatures even below freezing during the day.

Mo Wen drove the second-hand Audi TT he bought for US$10,000 to the door of the single-family house Milicic rented.

Pistons players all live in several nearby communities, and the city's police headquarters is located here, so the surrounding security is relatively good. For Detroit, where slums are gradually expanding, safety has become particularly important.

Mo Wen, who picked up the phone, suddenly thought of an ancient proverb he had learned before - "Huai Min has not gone to bed yet."

"What time has it been and you are still sleeping? How can you sleep at your age?"

Mo Wen imitated Larry Brown's tone.

Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of the phone rolling down from the other side. Two seconds later, he heard the phone being picked up.

"Oh, it's you, boss. Why is it so early today? Okay, give me ten minutes."

Milicic yawned and said vaguely.

For an average man, about five minutes is enough from getting up to going out, but Milicic is more or less a delicate boy, and he has to clean himself up neatly before going out every day.

Milicic, who ran to the car shivering, looked down at the time on his phone, then raised his head with a pained expression and asked in less than proficient English.

"It's only 7 o'clock. Why do you get up earlier when it's cold, Boss Mo?"

"It's cold? What's wrong with this? There is an old saying in our Chinese Kung Fu community that even in the hottest summer, we should keep exercising in the coldest winter (training in the three volts in winter and three summers in summer)."

Mo Wen said while driving.

"Hey, is this why you are so good at fighting?"

"If you were a reporter, I would say yes, but you are not a reporter, so I can only tell you, No."

Milicic shrank his head in disappointment.

"Why did you give the reporter different answers than I did?"

"Then this involves the difference between dreams and life." Mo Wen shrugged.

"Just like the phrase I often say, 'Have you ever seen Detroit at four in the morning?', no one will believe me now, but no one will believe it after I succeed."

"I understand, go to hell with this ugly national dream." Milicic, who seemed to really understand something, muttered.

When they arrived at the team's training hall, Mo Wen and Milicic were not the first ones.

Hamilton has already started working out on the treadmill in the gym.

Hamilton, who was born into a running family, has unusual self-discipline. If the weather hadn't gotten colder, his only means of commuting would be his legs - he would run from home to the arena eight kilometers away every day.

"Morning, Hamilton."

Mo Wen greeted Milicic, and Hamilton glanced at his watch in surprise and waved politely.

Throwing the training bag into the corner, Mo Wen and Milicic also started to warm up.

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"Boy, are you awake? Why are you hesitating in front of me?"

"Yes, use your physical talents. When you can't gain an advantage in confrontation, you have to work hard to find other ways. That old man is bullshitting you by asking you to withstand confrontation."

"Your shooting is still too slow, and I believe in your height. Why did I hesitate when I stared at you just now?"

"If you hesitate to shoot against an opponent who is much shorter than you, Larry's saliva will drown you."

On the empty court, Milicic wiped his sweat unwillingly, took the basketball snatched by Mo Wen, and began to organize the next attack.

On the other hand, Mo Wen, who was on the opposite side, put on a relatively relaxed defensive posture.

The badge has a good effect on a rookie like Milicic, but Milicic's shooting percentage in front of him today was much lower.

Milicic is a head taller than him, and his mid-range shooting is difficult to interfere with after Mo Wen helped him improve his posture. In the past two days, Milicic's shooting rate in the mid-range has reached 40%.

But today, I don’t know whether it was the badge that played a big role, or whether it was because Milicic, who had woken up half an hour earlier, was out of shape. The young man took 8 shots against him and only got 2 hits.

After a few more rounds, Milicic began to regain his feeling and used his advantage in height and weight to finish at close range.

"Boss, you should attack and I can defend. I really don't seem to be in good condition today."

Milicic touched the back of his head. He didn't know why, but Mo Wen gave him a sense of defensive pressure today that he could only feel when facing a big boss. This also made him a little unsure when attacking.

After a while, Billups also arrived. Mo Wen had several duels with Billups and Hamilton, who had completed his daily running tasks, but at this time, the role of the badge was not so obvious.

It's also normal that Hamilton and Billups are both veteran basketball hooligans who usually shoot very resolutely. Their grasp and mentality of shooting are not comparable to that of Milicic, a rookie.

Moreover, the badges are only low-level badges. One day, if you enter a high-difficulty dungeon and get a high-level badge, it may be useful for players of their level.

The objective evaluation is probably: a magical tool for torturing food?

(End of chapter)