basketball never sleeps

Chapter 69 I won’t watch if there is no Mo!

Mo Wen Cricket's three-point attribute of 80 is not high, and his touch is not as explosive as that of Ku Hao and Buddha later. In private, his personal shooting training is only 74 out of 100, and his record of consecutive field goals is only 31.

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His high three-point shooting percentage in the game is largely due to the blessing of mental attributes and experience. He can accurately judge whether the interference of defensive players on him will affect his shooting, and he has very few shooting movements.

He will deform to avoid interference, and coupled with the top shooting speed he has developed, as long as he is given a certain amount of space, it will be difficult to effectively interfere with his three-point shot.

Last season, Mo Wen's three-pointers in the Pistons were suppressed by Larry Brown. He didn't take many shots, averaging 2.8 per game, but his shooting rate was as high as 42.3%. In the future, this shooting rate was nothing.

But with this kind of shooting percentage last season, he was already the most accurate three-pointer in the league.

In the first two games, Mo Wen averaged 7 three-pointers per game, and his shooting percentage reached a terrifying 44%.

The reason why the Heat's coaching staff and Riley can tolerate his crazy three-point shooting is largely because his three-pointers are accurate enough.

The potential rough stones he had obtained recently had already filled up the potential of his physical attributes, so he focused on adding points to the [offensive attributes] that had not yet reached the upper limit.

He had invested 5 potential diamonds in the "super long three-pointer" that he had always thought he could not achieve, reaching 70 points.

Recently in the dungeon space, he hasn't been playing well. He has been practicing ultra-long three-pointers, and he improved this attribute to 68 in about half a month.

If it was a game, not at the end of a quarter or the end of the game, he would definitely not dare to use it.

It has been proven in the system that if the distance of this attribute is further away, the hit rate even in a wide open position is only 33%.

For an average player, this kind of three-point shooting rate is already very good. When converted into two points, he can achieve a 49.5% shooting rate, blasting four major points; however, it is still completely unqualified for him.

In this era, he was really afraid that the old men on the coaching staff would not get enough quick-acting heart-saving pills if he played like this at non-critical moments in the game.

However, on this occasion, it is still okay to take out this "bamboo tube and fire gun" to scare people.

Arenas dared to challenge Mo Wen, so he naturally had his confidence. Last season, he also shot more three-pointers than free throws. He averaged 6.1 three-pointers per game and maintained a shooting percentage of 37.5%.

Guys like Peja and Ray Allen who make a living with three-pointers are still not good enough, but among amateur players, he is definitely one of the best.

"Shoot a three, take a step back, three chances at each position."

Mo Wen shook the ball and stretched out a palm.

"This... is a good idea, come on!"

Arenas is also a cheerful person. He high-fived Mo Wen directly and then returned to half court to start shooting.

"Hey, wait, look, Gilbert and Mo seem to be competing for three points!"

In the TNT studio, Ernie interrupted Barkley and Smith who were still chatting and pointed at the screen in front of them to indicate that they seemed to have something good to watch.

"Oh, both of them cleared the court and stood in front of the three-point line at the top of the arc. Is this a three-point contest?" Barkley touched his chin, his eyes full of interest.

The director also shifted the camera to the two of them at the right time.

It is not uncommon to compete with three-pointers or dunks during the warm-up period.

The fans on the sidelines also noticed what was happening on the court, picked up the "Peanut and Melon Seed Eight-treasure Porridge" and started eating the melons.

"UD (Haslem), please help me pick up the ball later." Mo Wen signaled to the Kazakh team next to him.

The current "Harbin Team" is not the "Mr. 305" who later became very famous in Miami (305 is the Miami area code). He was just promoted this year and he still puts himself in the position of the younger brother. I don't think he was fed well in the first two games.

Mo Wen, who has little money, even considers himself a "stooge".

Other players on the court stopped their actions and were all watching the three-point showdown.

Dong Dong——

The ball clapped twice in Mo Wen's hand, he took off, raised his arms, and pressed his wrists. The basketball drew a beautiful parabola and entered the net hollowly.

Arenas on the other side didn't make any unnecessary noise and fell down like a basketball.

For the second ball, both of them took a step back according to the rules, and their positions came to the "Curry equipotential surface". They took the basketball from their teammates and repeated the actions of the previous round.

The two of them had their backs to each other, and no one could see the other, but at this moment they acted together in perfect agreement.

Take off - raise arms - press wrists

Swish...shua...

"Are they competing to see who can hit the farther three-pointer?"

Seeing each of them take a step back, Kenny Smith knew what the game between the two was.

"At this distance, three-pointers are already difficult..."

As soon as Smith finished speaking, the two scored again at the "Arenas-Nick Young Paradox".

The two of them did not look back and say anything, but silently took another step back. Unconsciously, a chilling chill had spread on the court. Feeling the atmosphere on the court, the cheers of the audience on the sidelines were much quieter.

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The location has stepped on the edge of the Heat logo area.

Other players on the sidelines became nervous, but the two people in the center of the lights remained calm.

From this distance, Mo Wen's long-range shooting percentage was less than 40%, but he was lucky today.

Swish——

Hearing the sound of blacksmithing coming from behind, Mo Wen raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Before Arenas could make another shot, Mo Wen took another step back and stepped on the Heat's logo.

The big shark on the sidelines has already stood up despite being injured, ready to steal the spotlight at any time.

Arenas frowned slightly, but instead of panicking, he took the basketball and started trying for the second time.

The adjustment time for Mo Wen and Arenas was extremely long this time.

"Come on, Mo!"

The fans on the sidelines began to cheer for Mo Wen sporadically.

"Mo Wen has stepped on the Heat's logo and scored this goal. If he takes two steps back, he will reach the midline!" Barkley's body has changed from leaning back to leaning forward. At this distance,

Three points, even if it's scored by Meng, it can be included in the highlights.

After adjusting his breathing, Mo Wen's shot was still as fast as before, but the parabola had become quite high.

At the same time, Arenas also completed his second shooting action.

Bang——ta——

Swish——

The basketball thrown by Mo Wen bounced twice on the rim and bounced away, but Arenas completed the goal after adjusting this time.

"It's still a little bit worse."

Mo Wen shook his hand. With his current attributes, it was still a bit difficult to pretend to be big. The force of the shot just now was obviously a little stronger.

This time it was Arenas' turn to laugh.

But soon, he stopped laughing, because while he was hitting the iron, the fans on the sidelines cheered.

Hearing the sound of a basketball hitting the ground far behind him, when he turned back, Mo Wen was already standing one step ahead of the center line and turned back to look at him.

"Is this kid so accurate?!"

Arenas' heart, which had remained calm at first, was finally shaken.

With some distraction, Arenas made all three of his next shots. He could occasionally practice a few regular two-step distances from the three-point line, but this distance was no longer within the scope of practice.

But what made him relax was that Mo Wen behind Mo Wen seemed to be forging iron too.

Hey, bad luck, a small loss.

When Arenas turned around, Mo Wen's shot one step ahead of the center circle was completed.

The basketball in the air seemed to glow under the closer light.

No!

Looking at this very correct flight trajectory, Arenas suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Bang——shua——

Basketball hit the board!

Cheers that had been held in for a long time also sounded at the same time.

"roar!!!!"

The game hasn't started yet, but Heat fans are already feeling the joy of winning.

The audience who came late even had the illusion that the game was over - wait, isn't this a 7 o'clock game?!

The Heat players wanted to come up to celebrate, but were blocked by Mo Wen. He pointed to the basketball that was still bouncing on the ground.

"Boy, that's enough, you win! Stop wasting time."

Seeing Mo Wen retreating to the center line, Arenas was not convinced, but he had no choice but to admit defeat in front of the public.

"Is this a win? Well, I thought we could meet in the midfield."

After casually taking the basketball handed over by Haslem, Mo Wen decided to give it a try in the center circle and pushed the ball out with one hand.

This posture is a posture he often practices in the dungeon, and the hit rate is only about one tenth.

After shooting the ball, Mo Wen didn't even think about scoring, so he turned around and extended his hand to Arenas.

Watching the shot go away, the same ominous premonition as before came to his mind again.

Before he could reach out his hand in front of Mo Wen, the fans on the sidelines cheered even more enthusiastically than before.

"Sorry, it seems I'm lucky."

Mo Wen tilted his head, stretched out his hand and patted Arenas, and before he could make another move, he was surrounded by excited teammates.

"Invitation, invitation! Stern, have you seen it? Send an invitation to labor and management quickly. I won't watch this year's three-point contest!"

In the studio, Buckley slapped the table without caring about his image.

(End of chapter)