Yang Mo left a dashing figure behind and turned into the tunnel. But the impact he left in Dallas will last forever. After all, everything he did made history. He was the first player in the history of the league.
The guy who won the Rookie Game MVP and the All-Star Game MVP at the same time.
For Yang Mo, he never paid attention to these so-called brilliance. His focus was always on tomorrow and the future. After taking a shower in the locker room, Yang Mo directly asked his assistant to buy a ticket to fly to New York that night.
, he couldn't wait to practice passing.
While Yang Mo was flying to New York with two mvp trophies, Dwyane Wade was on a long-distance call with Pat Riley. The call was actually from Pat Riley. He had always been obsessed with the clueless guy in the middle of Wade.
He was confused by Wei's questioning, so he dialed Wade's phone number shortly after the game.
Wade happened to have a lot to say to Pat Riley, so when the call was connected, he spoke in advance: "Boss, I have something I want to talk to you about."
"Huh?" Pat Riley on the other end was even more confused. Wade had not spoken to him in such a serious tone for many years.
"I want to talk to you about Yang."
"Yang?" Pat Riley frowned and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to talk about him? Is it because he just won the MVP?"
"It has nothing to do with this." Dwyane Wade shook his head slightly, and then said to himself: "Actually, Yang and I can coexist, right? Even if he fully grows up, we can coexist.
, right?”
When Dwyane Wade asked this, Pat Riley subconsciously fell into deep thought. After a while, he nodded over there and said: "Yes, you can coexist. From the beginning, he was the one I worked for.
Your tailor-made best partner, he can make up for your shortcomings. At the same time, your combination can produce the richest chemical reaction."
"So, the current situation is all because of my jealousy and my sense of crisis, right?" Wade continued to ask: "Yang actually did nothing wrong."
Pat Riley was silent for a long time and said slowly: "He did not do anything wrong. He just grew up too fast, so fast that it caught you off guard and gave you negative emotions. He chose to leave after noticing it."
"The source of the mistake turned out to be me." Wei De sighed leisurely. He always thought that Yang Mo couldn't help him, but he didn't expect that Yang Mo never wanted to take away his position as the boss: "I can't help it.
Him!"
Wade said and slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly remembered the time when Yang Mo made a desperate shot and fainted on the court. This kid really loves basketball from the bottom of his heart.
Pat Riley also fell into silence at the other end. After a while, he said calmly: "I didn't expect Yang to progress to this point, but anyway, it's all over. We'll wait until next year
After getting LeBron, we will immediately become a championship team, and by then, no one can stop us, including Young, who is still too young."
"No, boss." Wade over there suddenly said with a tone full of pessimism: "I think Young may destroy our championship."
"He's not as good as LeBron yet." Pat Riley said with some uncertainty.
"I don't know, I just have a premonition that Yang will become the biggest obstacle to us winning the championship."
"I hope that person isn't him." Pat Riley sighed and fell into silence again.
The two were silent for a while. Wade hung up the phone. He felt extremely tired. Tonight, his mood swings were so strong that he had to lie down for a while.
The tired Wade fell asleep, but Yang Mo got off the plane in New York in the early morning and went home to sleep.
Early the next morning, Yang Mo showed up at the training facility, but what surprised him was that Stockton arrived before him, and there was Karl Malone next to him.
Yang Mo was very surprised, but even more surprised than him was Karl Malone. He opened his mouth wide and said to Stockton with a completely incomprehensible expression: "Hey, how did you guess that he would definitely show up at the training gym?
You know, he was in Dallas last night."
"Stop talking nonsense and give me money!" Stockton was not in the mood to gossip with Karl Malone and directly asked for money.
Seeing this, Malone could only reluctantly take out a hundred dollars from his pocket, and then put it into Stockton's hand with the courage of a 'strong man cutting off his wrist'. After stuffing the money, he still couldn't
Resisting curiosity: "Brother, you have to tell me how you knew Yang would appear here. Did Yang tell you in advance?"
"I'm not in the mood to get any inside information from him. I just rely on my intuition." Stockton stuffed the dollar bills into his pocket and said with a smile: "Can't you see that this kid is a training freak? He
If he didn't train hard, do you think he could improve so quickly? Last year he could only shoot three-pointers and grab rebounds."
"Oh, that's it." Karl Malone nodded. When he thought about it, he immediately felt that it was reasonable and reasonable, and he accepted the bet. Who could let his detailed analysis ability be not as good as this guy's.
The two of them sang in harmony, and Yang Mo was a little confused, but he didn't ask further questions. He just asked in a low voice: "What should I train today?"
"Of course I still throw tennis balls." Stockton gave Yang Mo a simple answer: "You have to learn to pass the ball first and then discuss the mid-range shooting. Do you understand?"
"Okay, I understand." Yang Mo nodded, turned around, moved the tools, and then directly started passing the tennis balls.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Mo's first pass resulted in three missed goals, but this result already stunned Stockton: God, this guy has only practiced for less than three days in total, and he can actually do it all of a sudden.
Three balls were thrown in, but it was still based on passing six balls at once. This seems to be... better than what I used to do.
Stockton looked shocked, but Yang Mo shook his head slightly disappointed. He thought that with his complete control over his body, he could pass in at least four or even five, but he didn't expect it to be three.
If Stockton knew that Yang Mo had this idea, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood: Damn, are you mocking me, the founder, who spent half a month to throw in three pills?
In order not to be hit by Yang Mo, Stockton quickly took Karl Malone's hand after being shocked: "Come on, I'll treat you to breakfast."
With that said, he walked outside the training hall.
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[Today, my dog’s paw was punctured, so the update is late, but I will definitely do it in the third update, even if it lasts all night. This is the first update. Ball recommendation ticket.]
