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Gao Jian has not practiced with the team for nearly a month!

It's strange that this is what Coach Mo Ming means.

Early in the morning, Gao Jian ran to the stadium without waiting for the special car. When others entered the stadium one after another, Gao Jian started training.

"Who is that person?"

"It's so early, why did he come so early?"

After not coming to practice together for a month, many new faces have emerged in the team. Apart from Xiao He, the rest of the players who can call out their names have changed away.

“All assemble.”

Mo Ming, who followed, opened his mouth and shouted at the gathering. Two neat rows of lines appeared. He was in the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner, and he found Gao Jian lined up.

He just took a few glances and then returned to the front of everyone.

"Including today, the night after tomorrow, it is the beginning of our league."

According to regulations, the two teams in the last championship finals took the lead in the first round of the game. This domestic league has an unexplained rule, such a game is quite attractive to the audience.

The attendance rate that night was almost full. This is a data to check. However, this time the Big Bear team experienced a huge change, and its staffing configuration was far less luxurious than the previous session. I wonder how many viewers there were to buy it?

Of course, this is not something that can be controlled inexplicably. What he can control is how to play every game well.

"I believe that many players in it have not received any personal jerseys. Now, I will give you your own personal jerseys."

Inexplicably, he took the record book from his assistant, flipped it for several pages in a row, and then pronounced the name.

"Mc Zero jersey!"

After the translator approached the foreign aid's ear and whispered a few words, the young foreign aid took a few steps forward, and Mo Ming gave the No. 0 jersey to Mike.

"Jefferson No. 23 jersey!"

Mo Ming said the numbers of other players one after another. Gao Jian was nervous and he was very curious about what number he would be assigned to.

"Sighted!"

When he read his name, he left the list, "You just take a No. 30 jersey."

"oh!"

Gao Jian took the No. 30 jersey from Mo Ming, and there was a little displeasure on his face, and it quickly swept away. The shrewd Mo Ming, but it was just a matter of not explaining the information.

The player returned to the team again, Mo Ming took his hands behind his back and glanced at everyone.

"Didn't everyone sleep enough last night? It's like a sleepy day after tomorrow. The first game of your league will be your best start. I can't get it back even if I get it a good start. Where are you still expecting to go?"

"I have it all, so cheer me up."

In the silent atmosphere, Gao saw Gao shouted, "Chaoyang will win, Feiying is the strongest!" The concept of the team in Chaoyang was not reversed at once, but it was still shouting firmly.

In an instant, Gao Jian became the target of everyone's attention.

After realizing it, he realized that something was wrong. He put his hand behind his head and laughed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I've disturbed everyone."

"What are the flying eagles, what are the sunrises? Are you an idiot? We are the Big Bear team here. Do you don't even recognize the team you are on?"

"You rookie, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

The words of high vision were sprayed, and they became more violent than the next. As for what the rising sun was and what the flying eagle was. Mo Ming, who had done his homework, certainly knew what this was.

Gao Jian's mental state, Mo Ming secretly laughed for a while and said, "Gao Jian, don't you know if he should be stupid or naive?"

"Everyone will go to the training."

He said more words of advice. In order not to delay everyone's time, he asked everyone to go to their own training. After seeing each other, he still stayed in a corner.

He was on the sidelines, staring at the No. 30 jersey in his hand.

He didn't understand very much, and he didn't catch a cold in this number. He used the No. 1 jersey all the way, but suddenly, he changed it to a No. 30 jersey, and Gao Jian didn't have much opinion.

"What's going on? You don't like this number?"

Gao Jian looked up and Mo Ming sat down beside him.

"I've been away for a month. I wonder how your physical training is?"

Mo Ming had a rough understanding of Gao Jian’s situation. At that time, Mo Ming still asked him this question in person. The purpose was to let Gao Jian say it in person.

Gao Jian said modestly, "It's okay. If you have time, you still have to continue training. As for my small body, there are certain problems to collide with others."

Mo Ming crossed his legs, put his hands together, and his eyes were placed on the players running on the field.

"Gaojian, do you know why I let you stay in the training room for a month and don't let you participate in the joint training with the players?"

"Do you know the reason?"

After saying that, Mo Ming looked at Gao Jian, and Gao Jian became even more confused.

Gao Jian confessed, "Yes, why didn't I let the team practice together within a month? The team has changed a lot of people. If it weren't for today, I really don't know!"

Gao Jian was training at night, and the others had already left with him when he arrived, perfectly staggering the time of meeting.

"Do you still remember that night? Li Wei said you have two weaknesses, do you still remember?"

That night, Gao Jian was defeated.

Li Wei pointed out in person, "Your physical fitness is not good, your fake moves are too fake. According to your level of skills, it is still OK to play as a substitute. However, if you encounter a tough team, your chances of playing are almost zero."

It sounds very ugly and harsh. It makes Gao Jian feel uncomfortable, but this is another kind of truth.

Gao Jian imitated Li Wei's tone and said calmly, "I have poor physical fitness, my extraordinary fake moves are too fake."

Mo Ming observed Gao Jian's emotional ups and downs all the way. He only expressed his weaknesses, Gao Jian was still calm.

"Then you are now? Can you still complete your two weaknesses like this?"

"If you have physical fitness, you will gradually improve, but my fake moves are still very fake."

After saying that, Gao Jian even made a few words to himself. During this month, he had been thinking about how to make the fake moves look real. He also watched a lot of videos and tried a lot.

But if you really want to correct the shortage at night, you are still one level behind.

Mo Ming guessed 70% to 80% of them, and he slapped Gao Jian's arm and said, "You can go back. After you have modified all your weaknesses, you can practice with the team."

Gao Jian glared at the eyes and said in surprise, "What? Can I go back now?"

"That's right, you can go back and rest now."

After giving an expulsion order, Gao Jian asked in disbelief, "It's the league the day after tomorrow. Don't I have to go to practice together?"

"Are you a reliable scorer for my team now?"

Gao Jianyaguchi was speechless when he asked a question. He lowered his head with frustration and muttered, "I am just a substitute, I am not a scorer."

"Mike is the scorer of our team, and Xiao He is also the scorer of our team. You, you have not changed your weaknesses. When you come on the court, the opponent will not be so kind, but will firmly hold on to your weaknesses."

Mo Ming put down a harsh sentence, "If you don't modify your weaknesses, don't think you can practice together."

Gao Jian walked away to the stadium with a dismay, and Mo Ming kept watching Gao Jian leave.

To do so, he is a very adventure in nature.

He chose the high opinion, and he recognized the plasticity of the high opinion. What the high opinion lacks is a kind of self-hardening ability, and Mo Ming gave him such a chance.

"If you practice together, you don't have to worry about not having time to practice together. What you have to do is to perfect your extraordinary movements. You don't have to worry so much about the rest. What you have to worry about is your problem."

Mo Ming didn't know if Gao Jian could receive it clearly, and he didn't deliberately understand Gao Jian. He just hoped that Gao Jian could get better. Gao Jian would get better, and the team would definitely get better. This is Mo Ming's original intention!

"Speechless."

Gao Jian put his jersey on his shoulders and walked around the streets, Manman didn't know which direction he should go.

"Don't make my fake moves too fake, how to get started."

He set his pace and complained, "If you don't improve your weaknesses for a day, you won't be able to practice together for a day. Such a coach is really sharp. Brother An Zemeng has never said that!"

"But this is from the professional league, and of course the requirements are different from the high school league."

After a change of thought, Gao Jian became much more happy and looked around. The ground was bumpy. I heard passers-by say that a large basketball court would soon be built nearby.

The Yangxicheng government slowly invested money in basketball. Suddenly, a city had two teams, and it would be a bad idea without a court.

Gao Jian was very happy to learn about this news, but it took a certain amount of time to build the stadium. There were people in the stadium during the day, and the training time at night was far from enough for Gao Jian.

He slapped his thighs, as if he had made a decision.

"Where is Brother An? Isn't there a shabby stadium? Where is it? Can't I train well?"

Thinking of doing it immediately, Gao Jian had no time to explain to anyone, so he ran directly towards the train station.

Taking the closest bus, he flipped his finger, "Today there is tomorrow, and the morning after tomorrow. As long as I can return to Yangxi City around 7 o'clock the night after tomorrow, that's fine."

"The basketball courts in Yangxicheng are really pitiful, otherwise I wouldn't have to be so troublesome, I ran around."

Sitting on the train, Gao Jian stepped aside his legs and patted the basketball with a plastic bag in the middle. He moved the basketball with his right hand, as if he was pushing a stone mill.
Chapter completed!