Chapter 7: Almighty Louis

　　Three months of special training made Mo Mengchen miserable. Also through these three months of training, his total evaluation rose to 59.
　　Dribble, three-pointer, confrontation, physical strength have improved significantly.
　　The last day of training, Misick gave him a knee brace.
　　 "You prove that you have a strong will, I believe you will open that door." Misik said to him.
　　Mo Mengchen said thanks.
　　In June, the NBA Finals fought fiercely.
　　 During this period, in addition to training, Mo Mengchen also allowed Parton to earn extra money.
　　 As a traverser, he had a foresight, but he did not know how to trade stocks in his previous life. Therefore, it is not feasible to make a fortune through stocks.
　　Since you can't trade stocks, you can only go slanting-betting on the ball.
　　 Others dare not say that he has been impressed with what happened in the NBA in recent years.
　　 Especially in the western playoffs, the Rockets played an epic playoff journey under the leadership of Olajuwon.
　　 They are not optimistic about each round, but each round defeated the opponent in the front position, hit the face all the way, more exciting than the 2011 Mavericks.
　　
　　When Patton learned that he was going to gamble, he refused.
　　 "I am an agent! I will only help you negotiate! I just broke the other leg, and I will never do it for you!"
　　 After things are done.
　　 "Mo, you god! How do you know they will win? How do you know?"
　　 Patton grabbed Mo Mengchen's arm excitedly.
　　Mo Mengchen looked at his hand dangerously: "Have you washed your hands?"
"Uh..."
　　 Parton quickly spread his hands: "Tell me, how do you know?"
　　 "How much did you make?"
　　 "2 million! 2 million!"
　　Mo Mengchen's eyes turned: "One million is deposited in my account, half a million is kept by yourself, the other half a million, whatever you want to bet, don't care about winning or losing."
　　 "Why?"
"you ask me?"
　　Mo Mengchen looked back at him.
　　 "Uh this..." Patton understood his mind as soon as he turned his head, "Do you know that this result will be the result from the beginning?"
　　 "Do you think I am a god?"
　　Mo Mengchen opened the topic: "How have you done the trial training?"
　　Parton thought it was impossible, how could anyone predict the outcome of the game? Must be lucky.
　　 But if it is just luck, why should I spend 500,000 in vain?
　　 Hearing Mo Mengchen’s question, Patton replied:
The Suns have sent you a trial invitation. In addition, I’m still fighting for a trial invitation from New Jersey.

　　 "Only two teams?"
"I believe you can do it."
Mo Mengchen didn't blame Patton, he used to be the star of hope, but that was once, Patton was a rookie broker with no foundation. With his network, he could take the Suns training invitation so quickly. It's an extremely good operation.
　　 "New Jersey?"
　　Mo Mengchen recalled the current situation of the Nets. Unfortunately, he could not remember anything.
　　 The Nets at this time belong to a team that is easily forgotten, and he can't even remember the name of a player.
　　 Right now he has few opportunities, and every trial training should be cherished.
　　During the finals, Mo Mengchen sent Patton to bet three games.
　　 earned 5 million in one breath, still the old rules, he received three million, one million was left to Patton to operate, and the remaining one million was returned to the banker by way of blind betting.
　　Mo Mengchen has a shallow foundation now, and he doesn't want to be eye-catching. Therefore, he needs to make the dealer feel that "this is just a lucky luck".
　　 Even if he doesn't play basketball, Mo Mengchen can live well just by the benefits of gambling.
　　 But this living method was not what he wanted.
　　
　　 He was an outstanding doctor in his previous life. In this life, he wants to be an outstanding player.
　　 as a traversal, with a system like a cheater, if you can't do this, it's too failed.
　　Lille Center
　　 In the finals, Olajuwon and O'Neill, two legendary centers of the Austrian generation, are in love and killing each other, and the Suns have already begun their vacation.
　　 The season is coming to an end, and the 1995 NBA Draft was only 20 days away.
　　 The Suns hold three drafts, one in the first round and two in the second round. Many college students with bleak prospects want to come here for trial training.
　　 In this stadium, which is usually used for Sun player training, the entire coaching staff and management are gathered.
　　 Fifteen players participated in today's trial, of which the guards accounted for the majority.
　　Mo Mengchen is among them.
　　 "Mo? This guy has only one year of college basketball experience, although there is a certain performance, but..."
　　The assistant coach of the Suns, Jackson Sean, looked down and saw shocking in the history of injuries: 3 ACL tears and a serious car accident two years ago.
　　Is this head of the Scourge?
　　 "What's the matter, JS?" asked a kind-faced old man.
　　 "Paul, look."
　　The coach of the Suns, and also the legendary star of the Suns history, Paul Westphal, took the assistant's materials and looked at it in detail.
　　 "He shouldn't be here at all!" Sean said, "I'm afraid that I have to spend a lifetime in a wheelchair ten years ago with such a serious injury history!"
　　 "Even today, ten years later, the injuries he suffered are devastating."
　　Westphal, after reading Mo Mengchen's information, said: "He was actually a doctor."
　　 "Interesting."
In addition to more than a dozen coaching staff members, there is also the general manager of the Suns Brian Colangelo.
　　 "If you delete the part as a player, this is simply the job search resume of rookie Michael Jordan."
　　 Colangelo quipped: "He is a good doctor, why should he give up such a good job?"
　　Mo Mengchen stared at the chatting people, although the two sides were separated by tens of meters, but... he saw it.
　　 He saw the other person holding his own material—the cover of the material wrote his name—although so far apart, he still saw it.
　　 These eyes are undoubtedly the most valuable talent in Mo Mengchen.
　　 Mo Mengchen gradually discovered that in addition to the system, he could also find more strengths in himself.
　　 "Now that he has come, let us see why he dares to participate in the trial training." Westphal does not want to give a character with a hammer.
　　At this time, another teaching assistant stood up.
　　 "Next, we will conduct an athletic ability test and a shooting test for you. If you want to perform the athletic ability test first, follow me. If you want to perform the shooting test first, you can stay here."
　　As soon as the assistant teacher finished, a few people stood up.
　　 Obviously, they are very confident in their athletic ability, and they hope to impress the coaching staff from the beginning.
　　Mo Mengchen is the last one to stand up.
　　 saw him standing up, and everyone else was surprised.
　　 He looks a little too thin.
　　Despite three months of special training, his weight has only increased by five pounds, and he is currently only 77 kilograms. For a 196 cm person, this weight is really light.
　　 "This guy is like a cannabis rod."
　　 Behind Mo Mengchen, a short black man said jokingly.
　　 "Wait a moment, I hope to fight him a set, I will smash his bones!"
　　 "Oh, which university is this guy from?"
　　 "I haven't heard of it. Who knows him?"
　　Gossip was thrown behind by Mo Mengchen, and he followed a group of strikers.
　　 "Now, the 3/4 sprint test is performed in pairs, who comes first?" the assistant teacher asked.
　　 At this moment, a white man stepped forward and he looked nervous.
　　 "Who wants to run with him?" the assistant teacher smiled and asked.
　　Mo Mengchen saw no one stepping forward, so he took the initiative to go up.
　　 "Introduce yourself." The assistant said with a smile, "My name is Billy Cody, the physical coach of the Suns, you can call me Billy."
　　 "My name is Louis M. Roll." This man was really nervous to explode, even the middle name was spoken.
　　 "I am from the University of Massachusetts, I am a striker, I am very versatile..."
　　Looking at him, Mo Mengchen was getting nervous.
　　 To what extent is this guy so nervous in order to spread the tension to others?
　　 Four or five people behind them all smiled.
　　 "Who the cares about you, you are not all-powerful!"
　　 "Hurry up, coach!"
　　 "Well, nice to meet you, Almighty Louis."
　　 Potter looked at Mo Mengchen: "Your, Asian kid, what is your name, and from which university?"
　　 "Don't bother, UU reading www.uukanshu.com just call me Mo."
　　Mo Mengchen said, "I am from the University of Washington."
Washington University?
　　 "Impossible! We played against Washington this year, I haven't seen him!" Someone said later.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't want to ignore these noisy questions, he looked at Potter: "Can we start?"
　　 "I count three times and you will start."
　　 "3,"
　　Mo Mengchen was ready to start, he glanced at Luo Er, he still did not know what this guy was nervous.
"2,"
"1!"
　　 The two started at the same time. At the beginning, the two did not divide up and down. In the next few rounds, Luoer surpassed Mo Mengchen.
　　Mo Mengchen just tried his best to run. He knew exactly what his speed was. He only had to prove that his speed could keep up with the pace of the NBA.
　　Luoer was too nervous and accelerated early, but he still easily defeated Mo Mengchen in this link.
　　
　　 In the end, Mo Mengchen left a score of 3.66 seconds on the 3/4 sprint test.
　　Lol was 0.25 seconds faster than him.
　　 "You run really well." Lor came over and said to Mo Mengchen.
　　Mo Mengchen looked at his trembling legs: "You are too nervous, and your muscles are stiff. Take a break."
　　 "Why?"
　　 "If you don't want to be injured, you better listen to me."
　　Mo Mengchen said, walked to another place, ready to accept another test.
　　 "No, this trial training is very important to me!" Luo Er said to catch up with Mo Mengchen.
"This is your business."
　　Mo Mengchen said this indifferently, leaving Luoer aside.