You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Mo Mengchen played a small back in the previous game. With his height advantage, he played relatively calmly and had a high percentage of hits.

The subject changed to Hill but became so struggling, there are reasons why there is no advantage in height and weight, and part of the reason is Barkley said.

"It's too soft, you should take the initiative to find confrontation!"

Barkley shouted.

If I had your ass, I would take the initiative to find confrontation.

Mo Mengchen played five goals in a row, was blocked four times, and did not touch three times at a time. It seemed that his back was bad and Hill's defense was strong.

Only half of this is true.

It's an undisputed fact that his backs are bad. Hill's defense is strong but not. His defense has improved a lot compared to last season, but not as strong.

The reason why it is so good is because of Mo Mengchen's body.

It was Mo Mengchen that gave Hill a good illusion of defense.

Mo Mengchen still adopts the strategy of making moves at the top, which is very comfortable for him.

However, one's comfort is not enough, just like a hearty XX, you can't just be unilaterally comfortable.

Mo Mengchen began to find the problem, because he only hit it once, and it was not very powerful, causing Hill to react quickly every time.

If you can give him a powerful confrontation before the shot, maybe the situation is completely different.

"boom!"

Another cover, this time gave Hill too much reaction time.

"Mo, your steps are excellent, I can't even think of anyone who is better than you," Hill said.

thank you.

Mo Mengchen said: "Say what you have."

Slavs like Hill, they have to hypocritically praise a few words before criticizing others.

"You don't have subjective initiative when you hit back."

Is he taking a politics class?

"If I were you, I would add some motivation and courage to myself."

Has it become a philosophy lesson?

"The most important thing is determination, you have no determination to kill the enemy."

Start pouring chicken soup.

"Take out your usual energy, you can do it."

Endless?

Still very solid back position, even Hill was shocked, Mo Mengchen stuck him unable to move, he couldn't even move.

What does this mean? This shows that Mo Menchen's lower limb strength is still above him.

In terms of his weight, having this power is really surprising.

Hill couldn't imagine what kind of experience he had experienced. He didn't usually enter the training room in the training hall, which shows that his strength was practiced in private.

Don’t blame Hill. He has no God’s perspective and does not know what Mo Mengchen did.

Mo Mengchen reflected on the previous attacks, he made too many steps, a bit like Howard imitating the dream dance steps, only a few postures, the effect is so bad that people want to vomit.

If O'Neill didn't use his body to hold his opponent to find North before carrying out the face-lifting dunk, he would have been covered with suspicion of life?

In the same way, if Big Dream shows his opponents a full set of offensive skills without opening, his opponent will not gradually become monkey-like, seeing him move like a monkey?

The same is true. If Bird does not have such a strong attack in the low post, he has no chance to prove that he is the best passer in history. Because of his strong back attack power, his opponent must be included, so he can let the world know how hung his back pass.

As far as passing back is concerned, even his lifetime enemy magician is not as good as him.

This is the opinion of Mo Mengchen alone, and he does not accept rebuttal as a brain remnant.

Therefore, if I do not give Hill a confrontation, I can't score even under his defense no matter how good my steps are.

Figured this out, Mo Mengchen began to move.

The right hand shot the ball with enough power to hit Hill, this is the first step.

According to the previous rhythm, he should receive the ball when he hit it, but now he continues to dribble and turn into a face basket to attack the basket.

"I knew you would think clearly!"

Hill laughed, withstanding the impact of Mo Mengchen.

The two reached the basket at the same time, and Mo Mengchen bumped again, withdrew, and turned together.

Hill's body has crashed away. Although the opponent also took off, his height and defensive range are not enough to interfere with his shot.

Mo Mengchen wanted to shoot, but his weak core strength made him draw the ball with the worst feel.

"boom!"

"it's a pity!"

The onlookers sighed.

Barkley smiled: "I like smart people like you!"

Considering that his core strength is only 61, this number is considered a pass, but it will make it difficult for him to score with a back striker like Hill.

In addition, his series of low-level attributes: low-level turn basket: 45, one-step attack: 40, face basket running hook: 40, back basket footsteps: 90, face basket footsteps: 90, back-back jump shot: 40, back Body hook: 30, back control: 45.

Without the skill of the pace master, his back basket footsteps and face basket footsteps are not high.

With so many weaknesses to be improved, Mo Mengchen felt a long way ahead.

It felt like he had just solved a problem, opened a door, and found that there were more than a dozen doors waiting to open, and countless problems were waiting to be solved.

"Come again." Mo Mengchen said.

Even if he doesn't use it now, he still needs to make sure that he can play like a cold arrow when facing a small defender.

"Mo, who did you learn this step from?"

Mo Mengchen and Hill practiced for an hour.

Hill is also good-tempered. He was beaten all the way and didn't fight back. He only defended and did not attack. Mo Mengchen beat him for an hour with a hit rate of less than 10%.

After an hour, Mo Mengchen only felt that his body was consuming more than three thousand consecutive shots.

It takes about three or four hours to finish throwing three thousand goals. He just feels sore hands and feet, and now he has lost energy all over.

Hill's physique is much larger than him, to eat this guy, he has to use twice or even three times the energy to treat it.

Mo Mengchen gave the impression that his steps were really beautiful, and the rest were gone.

"Larry Bird."

Mo Mengchen said a name casually.

"Bird? You actually learned him?" Buckley's eyelids jumped.

"Can't it? Our physical fitness is not good." Mo Mengchen thinks he and Bird still have something in common. "It's wrong to learn him."

His teammates soon made him discover that the common denominator between him and Byrd is not just poor physical fitness.

"Well, what kind of people will have fans."

Barkley said: "Your poisonous dead mouth is also affected by that guy?"

I object!

"Yes, definitely yes, and his shot must have been influenced by him." Hill snatched a sentence.

Mo Mengchen didn't have time to argue, Dumars killed the game by opening his mouth: "And his defense is better than blue."

"Huh?" Mo Mengchen wanted him to explain clearly.

Dumas said with a smile: "Larry was poor in defense in his later years, but he was also selected as the second defender of the year in his early years. I'm afraid it's hard to be a good defender in your life?"

The audience laughed constantly.

This group of people should probably be quiet, so that they might hear Dor.Mo's heartbreaking voice.

In the evening, the training was over.

Everyone blessed each other and went home.

Mo Mengchen washed a little at the training hall, changed into clean clothes, and asked the security guard to help bring these gift boxes to his car.

"Thank you, Sam, by the way, Happy Thanksgiving."

As a thank you, Mo Mengchen gave Sam a season ticket for the Pistons.

For Sam, this is a valuable gift.

"Thank you, Mo, you don't have to...I'm just working in vain." Sam couldn't say anything with excitement.

Mo Mengchen said goodbye to him and drove home.

Garryton Apartments

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It was obviously a holiday, but Mo Mengchen exhausted himself.

After this day, he had few rest days.

Smile, smile, and be tired.

Mo Mengchen squeezed his cheeks, shook his head, cheered himself up, and then opened the door.

The interior is very beautiful and festive.

"We can have dinner!" Ephraim said.

Adrian looked at this table and fell into deep thought: "Can we really have dinner?"

"Relax, don't you believe my craft?" Medela squeezed Adrian's face.

"Your craft?" Mo Mengchen asked. "Have you done it?"

Medela said, "Ephraim found it."

"You said it again?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"No, she found it herself," Medela said innocently.

"It's better not you!"

Mo Mengchen hurried to the kitchen and gently embraced Ephraim from the back: "Barrister, why don't you fill my belly with some food?"

"Because what I do is particularly hard." Ephraim said.

"Very good, chewing more is better for your teeth." Mo Mengchen said.

Ephraim said: "The meat muffins I made are very soft and sticky..."

"The softer the food, the easier it is to digest, and very healthy." Mo Mengchen smiled.

"But..." Ephraim continued, "I just made a bowl of soup, and it tastes very light."

Mo Mengchen still smiled, UU reading www.uukanshu. com "Where?"

"I'm going to dump."

"No."

Mo Mengchen said: "It's good to be light, I can slowly bring out my favorite taste."

Touching is a matter of moments, Ephraim's lips are closed, his eyes dimly looked at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen said: "The most important thing is what you make, the taste is not important."

Ephraim picked up the bowl of light soup and said, "Happy Thanksgiving."

Medela set the dishes for the table, and when Mo Mengchen and Ephraim came out of the kitchen, she found that her boss had lipstick on her mouth again.

They had a full meal, and after the meal they watched the third part of "Tiger Gallbladder". As a result, Mo Mengchen could see at a glance that McLean used a substitute in the fighting scene.