Chapter 99: Shining rookie

　　Mo Mengchen made a round with Finley according to the set of shooting rules he set in the team.
　　Finley, like everyone else, just started to make consecutive shots, thinking that this would give Mo Mengchen a step down and he hit 34 consecutive goals.
　　 For a person who has not yet warmed up, such accuracy can be considered very good.
　　 It is a pity that he faced Mo Mengchen who had completely thrown away.
　　 seemed to be joking with him, Mo Mengchen even hit 134 goals in one breath, as if intentionally, his 135th goal did not even touch the basket.
　　Perverted!
　　Finley gave Mo Mengchen such a judgment in his heart.
　　 The beginning is basically the conclusion of this game, Finley is very accurate, but he encountered a super abnormal invincible Mo Mengchen.
　　After throwing these thousand goals, Mo Mengchen suddenly found that his open three-point shooting attribute point increased from 52 to 53.
　　 This is the reward of hard training. It seems that you are playing a game that does not see the experience bar. You know it will be upgraded, but you don’t know when this moment will come. All you can do is keep working hard.
　　 Suddenly, it upgraded.
　　This made Mo Mengchen's mood a lot better.
　　 "Your shot is the most accurate of those I have ever seen." Finley said heartily.
　　Mo Mengchen did not answer, grabbed the ball on the ground, and threw it on the side of the tool box, where there were more than a dozen balls.
　　 "Want to have a drink?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　Finley thought that Mo Mengchen was about to leave, but did not expect the other party to actually send an invitation.
　　 It is difficult for him to make friends because he always seems to be very restrained. If it were not only Mo Mengchen in this training hall, their friendship would not sprout, nor would they progress so quickly.
　　 "No one can refuse the doctor's invitation." Finley nodded in agreement.
　　 The group was still with the media, Mo Mengchen and Finley sneaked out.
　　The two stopped at a coffee shop.
　　 "That's it."
　　 The decoration of this coffee shop conforms to Mo Mengchen's aesthetic. Finley has no idea. Anyway, it is something to drink, where to drink is not to drink.
　　Mo Mengchen ordered a drink, and Finley ordered a coffee.
　　 "Why are your shots so accurate? Is it because of your unique picker?" Finley gestured with Mo Mengchen's picking gesture.
　　 "Maybe, but I think the shooting posture is only a small part. If you can shoot 2,000 goals every day, you can be as accurate as me." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "Pooh~!"
　　 Two thousand balls, this is naturally possible, but he does not have so much time.
　　 NBA players can play without shooting standards, and all aspects of training can not be dropped.
　　If it was not the accuracy of Finley when he had seen Mo Mengchen's training, he must have suspected that he was bragging.
　　 But he saw the strength of the other party.
　　 His kind of accuracy, when it comes to training, others need to spend a few hours to complete the shooting training, he may only need one hour.
　　Finley also reminded Mo Mengchen.
　　 What he always wanted to do, interfere with the operation of the team.
　　 As a traverser, he must make full use of his advantages.
　　You know, Finley is the first round of the 21st show, he is a typical "Michael Finley there are actually 20 people?"
　　 Scouting is not a god. It is common to look away. Every rookie has remnants, and he knows who these remnants are.
　　 Such advantages do not need to be in vain.
　　 That night's rookie challenge, Mo Mengchen made his debut.
　　 The starting five of the Eastern Conference rookie team are Stark House, Stoudemire, Mo Mengchen, Roaring Tianzun, Ed Bannon.
　　
　　 This is also the first time in history that Mo Mengchen's leadership has lost its effectiveness. This group of people does not listen to him at all, and his position is No. 2.
　　 The ball is not in his hand, he can only take the ball as a shooter, even so, he still does a good job.
　　On the stage where everyone wants to perform, only he is seriously playing the game.
　　 Tonight, he got the task of scoring double figures, assisting 5 times, personal rating B and team rating B+.
　　 This is also the first time in such a long time, the system has shown its intelligence for the first time.
　　 It seems very clear that in such a lineup, Mo Mengchen can't brush the ratings at all, so the two rating requirements are not high.
　　By virtue of the fierce fighting between the two sides, Mo Mengchen only got three mobile phone meetings, all three points, and he did not promote any team spirit.
　　 "Your three-pointer is really accurate!" Stoudemire smiled, "It is better to be famous than to meet, to be more famous than to meet."
　　 I am so accurate that I don't see you feeding me more balls, dead dwarf.
　　Mo Mengchen had a harmless smile on his face, and he had already turned over Stoudemire in his heart.
　　 "There is no ball rights at all, this guy can still play?" Houston's hands wrapped in bandages, he and Hill and others came to the sidelines to watch the battle.
　　 Dumas said: "If you don't play, you have to play. This is a game."
　　 In addition to them, there were also many stars who wanted to participate in the All-Star game.
　　 They are all hot players. Among them, the true of the league, the Bull 23 with the fire of revenge, is sitting in the private room at the moment.
　　He cut the cigar with a knife and lit the fire.
　　 "Michael, good things to share."
　　 A big fat face with a big smile flashed before Jordan's eyes, making a few black lines on his face.
　　 "Can you please go to another room? I'm worried that this room can't hold your weight." Jordan's face was disgusting except disgusting.
　　 The fat man was unhappy immediately: "You stingy nigger, don't even want to give it!"
　　 "I said I won't give it to you?" Jordan scolded constantly, "Damn Alabama fat boy, after playing for more than ten years, the ring hasn't been mixed, and his temper has grown a lot!"
　　 "Hurry up to me!" The fat man was furious. He was most annoyed that others said the ring. Can it be eaten? Rarely like...
　　 The fat man took Jordan's cigar, cocked his big fat legs, cut the head of the cigar roughly, and nodded.
　　 "Well, you will still enjoy fucking!" The fat man was intoxicated.
　　Originally, Jordan enjoyed the cigar in a beautiful mood. Until this dead fat man came, everything changed.
　　Why should I know this fat man? Jordan couldn't understand it until he died.
　　 After a while, someone came in again.
　　People who know Jordan must also know him.
　　 Jordan's dynasty is inseparable from this person's help.
　　 "When the game is over, they want to play in Duis." Pippen said.
　　 Jordan pulled out the cigar in his mouth: "Are these idlers, don't know how to abide by the curfew regulations?"
　　 "Forget it! What is the curfew regulations? Some people dare to take a private jet to Las Vegas to gamble all night in the playoffs." The fat man's voice was harsh at this moment.
　　 Jordan was furious: "Even if I go to Las Vegas all night long, I have three rings!"
"you!"
　　The fat fat man clenched his fat fist and compared his to Jordan.
　　 "Forget it, you stingy guy is really boring, I'll go and see them." The fat man grabbed the cigar sent by Jordan and walked through the other private rooms.
　　Pippen's voice was as dry as a robot: "You and Chuck are really close brothers."
　　 "Go fuck! I hate this fat man!" Jordan scolded.
　　 In the second half, Mo Mengchen finally hit the No. 1 spot, and the ball came to him.
　　 He paired with Stackhouse, and Stoudemire sat down to watch.
In four minutes, Mo Mengchen continued to command his teammates. He was majestic on the court. Starkhouse asked for the ball three times and five times. He didn’t even watch it. Instead, he gave Rashid Wallace who was keen to cooperate continuously Do the ball.
　　 "Are you blind? Give me a ball!" Starkhouse shouted.
　　Mo Mengchen returned with a cold face: "You don't take the ball, we still score, what does that mean?"
　　 Starkhouse was about to speak, and Mo Mengchen came to a conclusion: "It means that you are a cancer, even if it is not so serious, it is enough to prove that whether you score or not has no effect on the game."
　　 Starkhouse's complexion suddenly turned green, and no one dared to speak to him like this.
　　 "You tell me again?" Starkhouse said coldly.
"If you want to be a cancer, I don’t care. You don’t want to play. I don’t care about four or five. If you want to take the ball, you can only listen to me, otherwise you can roll down, as long as the ball is in my hand, you don’t. Want to single out!"
　　Mo Mengchen turned to find Wallace to serve.
　　 Wallace sent the ball, and none of the other three stood beside Starkhouse.
　　 They all ran forward with Mo Mengchen because they knew who could let them perform on this big stage.
　　 "Change me down!" Starkhouse said to the head coach.
　　He thought it was impossible without him.
　　 So the head coach satisfied him and replaced him.
For him, it was a shame, and what made him unbearable was that Mo Mengchen took the other four people in the third quarter and played a 34-20 in the Western Rookie team, overtaking the score in one fell swoop and before the arrival of the fourth quarter. Laid a 12-point advantage~EbookFREE.me~ In three quarters, Dor.Mo got 12 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists. What a dazzling performance? He ruled the third quarter! "
　　 "Some people are born leaders, he is loved and trusted by his teammates."
　　 In the last five minutes of the fourth quarter, Mo Mengchen ended.
　　 In the rookie challenge, he left a triple-double with 17 points, 10 rebounds and 11 assists.
　　 Every teammate on the field was high-fiving with him, and everyone paid tribute to him, except Starkhouse.
　　
　　Mo Mengchen and everyone high-five, when he came to Stark House, he deliberately skipped him.
　　 Starkhouse glared over, and Mo Mengchen didn't see it at all.
　　Eastern rookie team finally won the game.
　　Mo Mengchen won the MVP of the Rookie Challenge with a comprehensive performance of three doubles.
　　 "This guy made three pairs without saying a word."
　　 Jordan snorted.
　　 "Another penny?" Pippen looked up.
　　 "Unlike, we haven't played against them, we have played three games, country gangster!" Jordan glared at his partner.
　　Pippen recalled that they did play three games with the Pistons.
　　 "Well, I remember." Pippen said, "I remember his three-point accuracy, and his defense is bad."
　　Hum, this Arkansas redneck looks down on everyone.
　　 Jordan was too lazy to talk to him more.
　　 This is not to blame Pippen. From the rookie year, the person who confronts him every day is the best player in history. Who will not change his horizons?
　　 "We will play another game with the Pistons this season, and then look closely." Pi Peng said.
　　 "Don't watch it, smoke your cigar!" Jordan snorted.