Chapter 143: Yours is mine

Florida, where flowers bloom.
Jordan's big-name training camp is located north of downtown Miami, where there is a sports club called Cahillda.
Any sport you want to play here will do.
You can play football, basketball, baseball, and rugby. But for the next half month, the people who came to train only played basketball.
Because Jordan is here, and a group of superstars.
This is a tradition. Jordan's hurried comeback at the end of last season lost to the semi-finals. The world thinks he is old and unhelpful. So he set up a training camp in the summer of 1995 and invited stars and young talents to participate.
In the words of Reggie Miller, this is: "We'll help Michael train so he can kick our next season."
Judging from the results, Miller's wish came true.
"Who is in the training camp? A few that I don't know yet."
Medela came to Miami with Mo Mengchen.
She replied: "And Tim Hardaway and Alonzo Mourning, this is their home, they will also come, yes, your teammate Grant Hill is also."
"Don't this guy go to the US team for training?" Mo Mengchen asked.
Medela said: "Nearly half of the US team members joined Michael's training camp and they will report to the US team before the end of the training camp."
Mo Mengchen wouldn't say anything so late to report stupid things like whether there was no tacit understanding. The dominance of the Dream Team 3 is also very strong, with the strength not to call a timeout to crush the championship.
The so-called tacit understanding, under the advantage of strength and talent, is actually shit.
The five college students can also kill junior high school students in any team, because the gap is too large.
Cahilda club
"Just stop here, you go to find a place to stay, I will call you if something happens." Mo Mengchen said.
Medela responded gently.
Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage and walked in. When the security guard at the gate saw him, he didn't even ask, and he let him in.
Mo Mengchen thinks that Jordan or others have told them who will come, and even they have photos of everyone on their hands, just remember that face.
"I watched your game on the spot, Dor. Mo."
A black man with a mustache walked in front of Mo Mengchen with a smile, he was the typical management look.
In the face of noble guests, his smile may be the sweetest in the world, if not, it is one of the sweetest.
Such a smile can make people less vigilant.
"Has the training already begun?" Mo Mengchen asked.
"No, not yet. Michael knows that you have just arrived. You are not training today. When you are late, he will have a party by the pool." The black bearded man explained.
Have a party? Mo Mengchen didn't want to see the heroic appearance of this group of naked busts at all, nor did they want them to see their naked busts. He came to train, not to party.
Dor. Mo thought frankly.
Cahillda Club has also prepared rooms for guests. Only some people are willing to live in. Like those big coffee lovers, they think that only top-star hotels can meet their own value. Living in this kind of rough room will be ridiculed. of.
In fact, the room here is pretty good, at least Mo Mengchen couldn't pick out anything wrong, because he let people clean inside and out three times before going out, and he tipped himself to ensure that their work was not discounted.
"You are too kind!" the cleaner said with a grin.
"There is work." Mo Mengchen was going to find someone, Jordan or anyone, he wanted to see an NBA player other than him now.
After a few seconds, he got his wish.
He saw his teammate-Grant Hill.
He is not surprised.
At the same time, Hill saw him.
He was surprised.
The two looked at each other.
Mo Mengchen asked deliberately: "Why are you here?"
"I still want to ask you, why are you here?" Hill was surprised.
Mo Mengchen said: "Michael invited."
"I was also invited by Michael, but why did he invite you? Even if the guy who came here is not a star, it will be a star in the future." Grant looked confused.
Worthy of being a beast from Duke, so harmless and so silent.
Mo Mengchen said: "Can I end this embarrassing chat? Tell me what I can do now."
"The swimming pool is a two-minute walk away. If you are not interested, the basketball court is in front. It has a full set of facilities and a caddie who picks up the ball. Your favorite..."
"Goodbye."
Since he can train, Mo Mengchen is not interested in going to any swimming pool. Anyway, they still have to meet together later. He would rather use this time to practice shooting and not want to chat by the pool.
Not to mention, there are caddies!
Before the distance shortened the NBA three-point line distance, Mo Mengchen could walk here from the basket with his eyes closed.
His teammates do not know why he chose to practice three-pointers in this position, because the three-point line has been shortened-they will sigh Mo Mengchen with foresight in the future, before that, he can only keep training to avoid the time three After the length of the branch line is changed back, I am not used to it.
After scoring ten goals in a row, he hit the iron.
The ball was beating and rolled towards the door.
The caddie was about to pick it up and saw a foot on the ball.
"Stephen, this one should not be introduced by me. Everyone likes to call him Dor.Mo, but I know him well," Jerry Starkhouse pointed at Mo Mengchen. "He prefers us to call him. Aussie."
Although the awkward Marbury wasn’t as jerky as he was in New York, gold was gold after all, and there were small and big bad.
His bad is now taking shape, and he only wanted to challenge him after hearing the introduction of Stackhouse.
"Mo, are you so serious? Why don't you go sit by the pool for a while?" Marbury asked with a smile. "Are you worried about the beauty of swimsuits?"
Mo Mengchen gave up the ball and grabbed a ball again, saying: "No, I just don't want to see some scrap materials that lead the team to win the top pick."
Marbury's face changed.
Starkhouse grumbled: "I and you will change positions, the result will not be different, the league's eyes are sharp, I am the first team, you are the second team, you know?"
"There is still a difference. We lost the game with five games from the second in the East and regretted losing. You can buy a fishing rod until the end of the season. You have now fulfilled your wish-I don’t know the flowers and flowers in Florida. Can the fish pond satisfy your genius in the rotten world?"
Mo Mengchen said jokingly, his left hand made a 3-pointer and the goal was scored.
Caddy picks up the ball and passes the ball.
The atmosphere was awkward. Starkhouse didn't know how to refute, and Marbury couldn't get in.
He wanted to stand up with Starkhouse, but he joined the league now and played only a few summer league games with no results at all. The only advantage is that he has a higher position than Mo Mengchen.
What about then? Mo Mengchen has really played a season.
Starkhouse was blushed by Mormon dust, snorted, and took Marbury aside.
If they do not make noise, Mo Mengchen will not take care of them.
He practiced shooting seriously and took two thousand goals in one breath.
The passing caddie's hand is about to be broken, and Mo Mengchen looks as if he can throw another two thousand goals as long as he has enough time.
After glancing at the time, Mo Mengchen said: "Come here today, and trouble you."
The caddie feels that the next half month will not be easy. This is a metamorphosis.
Who wouldn't do a light shot when he came? Fortunately, this guy shoots openly, otherwise I still have to run to death?
Mo Mengchen didn't think about it, he simply wanted to sweat.
In the evening, the pool party went on schedule.
This group of people drink and sunbathe by the pool during the day, and drink by the pool at night, but there are a few more games.
Play cards, barbecue, swim, or pull an open swimsuit beauty to find dark corners to do things related to human reproduction.
After Mo Mengchen appeared, he saw a round fat man running towards him, giving him a bear hug that was not good at all.
Fortunately, his strength has grown a lot more than during the All-Star weekend, otherwise this fat man will be hit by the pool.
"Come, let me introduce, this is Dor.Mo, I think you all know, but I have to say something you don't know, this is my little brother, I cover it, no one is allowed to bully him here!" Barkley shouted loudly~EbookFREE.me~Jordan scolded with a cigar: "You dead fat pig who talks about me shut up! This is my place, my party, my training camp, I want to cover It’s also my hood, what does it have to do with you?"
"Aren't we brothers? Yours isn't mine, what you cover is mine!"
This dead fat man's sophistry skills are comparable to his weight gain skills.
Even in this lively training camp, the distribution of the camp is still very obvious.
Rogues like Jordan, Buckley and Tim Hardaway all sat together.
The gentleman and gentleman like Admiral, Penny, Devil's Hill, and Kevin Johnson also sat together.
Starkhouse, Marbury, Antoine Walker and others formed their own small camps before the arrival of Mo Mengchen.
"Mo, sit wherever you want." Jordan smiled.
Do I really do whatever I want?
Mo Mengchen turned to Hill and Penny and said, "I will say a few words to them."
"Speak politely, this is not Detroit." Hill asked.
"Teach you?" Mo Menchen turned around and sat next to Jordan.
There was a cigar in Jordan's mouth, and there was a hot Latin beauty around him to drink with him: "It seems that everyone is here."
"Come on, I'm ready to kill you!" Barkley cleared the table and pulled out dozens of checks. The amount on it was not large, each one was $1,000.
For ordinary people, getting a piece of income is not a small sum. For Barkley, this money is a pocket of money to send homeless people or find some fun for themselves.
"Lucy, help us deal cards." Jordan said to the Latin beauty around him.