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The one-on-one duel between Yang Mo and Mike Harris seemed particularly boring, because Mike Harris couldn't defend against Yang Mo's inside attack, and Yang Mo couldn't defend against Mike Harris's attack from the outside. You can score one goal with two people.
Goal, I scored one goal, endless, no ups and downs.
This exposed Yang Mo's shortcomings. Although Yang Mo's strength is amazing, his athletic ability is far inferior to that of black people, both in terms of speed and jumping. Even though Yang Mo's athletic ability is already considered very good among yellow people.
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The two of them fought back and forth for more than half an hour, and sat back panting on the sidelines. While drinking water, Harris conducted a technical analysis on Yang Mo: "Your advantages are strong strength, wide wingspan, and inside attack.
You have solid skills. But your shortcomings are also obvious. You have poor outside scoring ability and strong ball-handling ability but your breakthrough speed is too slow. Your explosive power is too weak compared to black players. Once you enter the NBA, your speed will not be able to beat anyone.
Defender."
"Actually, my outside scoring ability is very outstanding. I am a three-point shooter in our school team, but I suddenly lost my touch in the past two days." Yang Mo explained.
"If you are a three-point shooter, I think you have a higher chance of being selected. After all, your physical fitness is much better than Novak." Harris nodded, silent for half a second and continued: "If you are faster
If you have a little bit more explosive power and a little better jumping ability, you can make it into the first round."
The last half of Harris' sentence actually means he didn't say that almost all of these things are innate, and no matter how hard you try, they can't be enhanced in a few days.
However, Yang Mo listened to his heart. Because his strength was too weak before, but now he is powerful?
But...how can I enter that mission?
As soon as Yang Mo thought about this, he quickly opened it up and saw that the six-pointed star was still there. But he didn't know how to open it. He was drunk last time, does it have to be drunk to do it?
Yang Mo thought silently in his heart and decided to go back and have a few more drinks today.
If you can really improve your physical fitness, going to the draft will definitely be much more reliable, at least you won't have to be as worried as you are now.
After resting for a while, Wang Yuhuai announced that the training was over, and all the players hurriedly left. They did not want to stay in the training hall for another minute.
But Yang Mo stayed. He is not like those CBA players who are just waiting to die. The stage he longs for is the NBA, so he must work hard and work hard. People without an umbrella must run hard. His top priority now is to find his touch.
Bang! Bang! Swish! Swish!
Yang Mo was practicing alone in the empty gym. The more he practiced, the better his hands felt, and the more skillful he could control the force between his fingers. Unknowingly, the light in the training hall dimmed.
At this time, Yang Mo's hand feel has returned to at least 90% of its peak level.
Since he didn't know where the light switch was in the training hall and was really tired, Yang Mo reluctantly left the training hall. When he returned home, Yang Mo bought a box of beer and drank it bottle by bottle.
, after drinking it, I did feel top-heavy and drunk, but soon I fell unconscious and fell on the bed.
I slept soundly all night without even a dream, let alone any dream tasks.
The next morning, Yang Mo climbed out of bed, patting his head that was heavy due to hangover, shaking his head vigorously, and muttered: "It seems that it has nothing to do with drinking. What does it have to do with it?"
Yang Mo thought for a while, besides getting drunk, there was another thing that happened that night. When he remembered it, he was immediately shocked...making love?
Could it be said that what tasks need to be done in order to start love?
When Yang Mo thought about this, he couldn't help but shudder. He felt that this thing was too evil. But after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed evil. Fortunately, a ball of light fell from the sky, but luckily it didn't hit him dead. This was... destiny
Returned?
Yang Mo teased himself, planning in his mind to see if he should have another encounter with Yi Yi. Although that time was said to be Yi Yi's first time, he was not happy at all. He didn't even know how it happened.
, I only knew that when I woke up, the bed was full of blood, and Zhou Yi was lying next to her naked.
If this kind of thing hadn't happened to him, he would have thought it was a fantasy.
Yang Mo was thinking about Yi Yi when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was indeed Yi Yi. After answering the phone, Yi Yi on the other end asked Yang Mo to come over for training. Yang Mo agreed and hung up the phone.
, after washing up, I went downstairs to have breakfast, then took a taxi to the arena.
Arriving outside the arena, Yiyi Yi had been waiting for a long time. She walked towards Yang Mo with a smile on her face, nuzzled Yang Mo playfully and shyly, and said: "Guess, I've prepared it for you."
What kind of surprise?"
"I can't guess." Yang Mo shook his head, wondering what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.
"You play well in tomorrow's game. It doesn't matter whether you win or not. The most important thing is to show yourself." Zhou Yiyi said in a confused manner, which made Yang Mo confused.
"What's going on?" Yang Mo asked confused.
"I can't tell you now. Anyway, you just have to perform well. Score more points and dunk more dunks. In short, it will be good for you."
Zhou Yi deliberately kept things secret, but Yang Mo didn't ask the question. He just asked: "Then when are you going to tell me?"
"Tomorrow." Yi Yiyi replied in a weird way.
Yang Mo really couldn't do anything to her. At this time, Yiyi's cell phone rang. She walked aside and answered the call, then came over and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I can't play ball with you today.
My dad has assigned a business for me to take charge of, and I’m very busy every day.”
"It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"Well, okay." Zhou Yi nodded, and then said: "Shall I treat you to a big dinner tonight?"
"good."
"Then I'm leaving." Zhou Yiyi waved his hands reluctantly, walked to the car, and then sped away.
Yang Mo walked into the training hall and after changing his jersey, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere. When all the players saw him coming, they ran away like a plague, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble with something.
Yang Mo was confused by these people. Although they were not familiar with each other, there was no need to keep such a distance, right?
Just when Yang Mo was confused, Mike Harris came over, pulled him aside and said, "They are going to isolate you so that you can't play."
"Isolate me?"
"You took away their light yesterday and offended the 'King'. They will definitely not make it easy for you." Mike Harris whispered: "I plan to play in the CBA this year, so I won't do it later."
I’ll talk to you again.”
With that said, he strode away, pretending not to recognize Yang Mo.
When Yang Mo saw this, he was completely dumbfounded. He had never seen such a stupid athlete who could actually play with political factions in the game. With such an attitude that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish, how can he play well? He is on the court.
If I win against you, you just win back on the court, but you still play isolated tricks. If this kind of thing spreads, people will laugh out loud.
