basketball never sleeps

Chapter 19 Elegance

Five minutes into the third quarter, Larry Brown waited for a dead ball opportunity and called a timeout.

After Prince came off the field, he was called aside by Herb Brown and gave a small tutoring session alone.

Larry Brown's eyes lingered on Collis and Mo Wen.

Collis looked at Larry Brown helplessly. He only played 5 minutes in the first half. Coach, look at me.

If eyes could speak, Collis even wanted to make such an affectionate confession to Larry Brown——

【I really want to be Coach Larry’s dog.

But Coach Larry said he likes defensive players, and I cried.

I know why I am crying because I am neither a dog nor a defensive player. Because I am actually an offensive player.

No academic coach would like an offensive player who can only score, but I still asked Coach Larry, "Can I be your dog?"

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Larry Brown seemed to sense Corliss's confession. He looked at Collis with a trace of disgust in his eyes, as if he was looking at a useless dog.

In the end, Larry Brown's fingers and eyes were fixed on Mo Wen.

"Give you five minutes, I don't care what method you use, just guard James for me."

No matter what method you use...

Old man, what are you hinting at?

If labor and management are really Bowen, they will be the first to step on your feet!

If the jerseys weren't all short-sleeved, he would have rolled up his sleeves and had a good talk with the old guy.

After the timeout ended, the Cavaliers discovered that the Pistons had replaced a yellow-skinned player.

Big Z and Boozer, who played in the summer league with James, quickly recognized Mo Wen's identity.

In the summer league, the Cavaliers played two games against the Pistons. The yellow-skinned Mo Wen defended James for two whole games. It is hard not to be impressed.

It was only later that Mo Wen was hidden and there was no news, and he slowly faded out of the public eye.

James recognized Mo Wen at a glance. During the last game between the Cavaliers and the Pistons, this bastard was still laughing when he fell to the ground!

Think about it, after the draft, his status as the number one pick in high school was met with mixed reviews. After the game with Mo Wen, he was even more questioned by countless people. This is a shame.

He will remember this forever!

Now that he has met his former tormentor again, that's really exciting!

Creak - creak -

Hey, who is grinding his teeth?

Mo Wen, who was standing on the court doing warm-up exercises, felt a chill for no reason.

When he looked back, he saw an "old boy" with thick eyebrows and big eyes staring at him, with eager eyes and an expression that was about to drool.

Hiss - James, Li Zai Gan God Demon?!

You are greedy for my body, right?

No wonder I didn’t hear much about Ajan’s scandal in my previous life. It turns out the truth is—

Just when Mo Wen was thinking wildly, a pair of black hands slapped Mo Wen's butt, which scared Mo Wen so much that he almost jumped up.

"Tsk, tsk, the little number one pick has been staring at you. It seems that you hurt him quite badly in the summer league."

It turns out that Billups, who has keen eyesight, also noticed James' eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can eat as much as you want, but don't talk nonsense, okay? That guy is not allowed to take free throws in the summer league. It's none of my business."

"Huh? I couldn't figure out for a moment whether you were praising him or criticizing him."

Mo Wen waved his hand, it's really hard to say.

The game restarted, and James, who was advancing with the ball, waited until Mo Wen defended as he wished.

After the summer league, he practiced hard for three months.

He had been waiting for three months for an opportunity.

He wants to take a breath, not to prove how great he is. He just wants to tell others that he must get back what he lost with his own hands!

Big Z and Boozer stood in the bottom corners on both sides in a tacit understanding. Several other players saw James's gesture and moved to the left side of the offensive team to take positions.

The Pistons players followed suit and left the wide space from the high post to the horns to James and Mo Wen.

If the rules didn't allow it, the lighting engineer at the Pistons' home court would have wanted to turn off all the lights in the venue and put a spotlight on these two people.

James: You're here.

Mo:I’m coming

James: You shouldn't have come.

Mo: But I’m already here.

James: Then please.

Mo: Please.

There is no need to say more, whoever has the sharpest knife will be justified - this is the case in the world, and the same is true in the stadium.

After three months of systematic training and one month of fighting in the north and south, James is no longer the same Wu Xia Amon in the summer league.

The consistency of his breakthroughs and the way he exerts his force are full of professional atmosphere.

Under the advice of professional trainers, James has given up many of the fancy but meaningless moves he made in high school.

After a powerful hip dribble, the tank put on gear and dived directly forward.

Mo Wenxin is still very grateful for the rules of this era. The handcheck rule is the key to allowing players like him who are not so physically gifted to defend James.

After the no handcheck rule is introduced next year, he will no longer be able to raise his hand to block. If he relies solely on defensive prediction or defensive prediction, it will be useless even if he has 1,200 game experience.

Being able to reach out and even covertly raise his elbow is simply a nuclear weapon for defensive players.

James, who was full of confidence, felt that his speed had slowed down before he had even taken two steps forward, and then he bumped into Mo Wen's arms.

Mo Wen, who had already adjusted his posture in advance, steadily followed James' "throwing arms" and took the initiative before James made any move.

Relying on Mo Wen, James originally wanted to use a turn to throw away Mo Wen's defense, but a similar scene happened again.

The arm that James used to protect the ball and open up space now became a loophole in Mo Wen's offense.

Mo Wen's hand was swung like a whip, and the basketball that was jumping low in the sky was whipped away with a snap.

By the time James wanted to chase the ball, Mo Wen had already adjusted his position, pulled James by the way, and used his strength to catch the basketball spinning and bouncing in the air.

James was annoyed and chased after him. He took one full step to start, but James, who had not gained much weight yet, started at the fastest speed in his career.

When Mo Wen was dribbling and charging, he could even feel the wind pressure from James behind him.

One step, two steps, Mo Wen, who came to the basket, landed on one foot and made a ball-ball movement.

He was about to raise his hand for a layup. But his raised hand stopped mid-air and even retracted it.

James, who was flying forward, had already jumped into the air and waved his hands, but the basketball stopped in Mo Wen's hands.

call--

The wind brought by James' arm blew Mo Wen's hair.

It wasn't until James couldn't stop the car that he crashed into a fan in the front row. Mo Wen then stood up and put the basketball into the frame with a light one-leg jump.

grace.

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth also raised slightly, Hehe, you, James, are not the only ones who have made progress in the past three months.

Please add it to your collection, please give me a monthly ticket. If you are not rational, you will be angry. Hehe.

(End of chapter)