[Two shifts will start tomorrow.] Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections, I'm also a competitive flower, don't let me wither so badly, okay. 】

Yang Mo and Mike Harris's heads-up looks particularly boring, because Mike Harris can't defend against Yang Mo's inside attack, and Yang Mo can't defend against Mike Harris's attack from the outside. Two people, you score a goal, I score a goal, endlessly, without the slightest ups and downs.

This exposes Yang Mo's shortcomings, although Yang Mo's strength is amazing, but his athletic ability is far inferior to that of black people, both in speed and bounce. Even Yang Mo's athletic ability is already very good among the yellow race.

The two of them fought back and forth for half an hour, panting and sitting back on the sidelines. While drinking water, Harris conducted a technical analysis of Yang Mo: "Your advantages are strong strength, wide arm span, and solid interior offensive skills. But your shortcomings are just as obvious, you have poor scoring ability from the outside, you have a strong ability to hold the ball but you are too slow to break through. Your explosiveness is too weak compared to black players. In the NBA, you can't be as fast as any defender. ”

"Actually, my outside scoring ability is outstanding, and I was a three-point shooter on our varsity team, but I suddenly lost my touch in the past two days." Yang Mo explained.

"If you're a three-point shooter, I think you have a better chance of being drafted because you're a lot more physical than Novak." Harris nodded, was silent for half a second and continued: "If you are a little faster, more explosive, and a little better in bounce, you can enter the first round." ”

Harris's last half of the sentence is actually equivalent to not saying anything, these things are almost innate, and no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to strengthen them in a few days.

However, Yang Mo listened to it in his heart. Because his strength was too poor before, and now he is not infinitely strong?

But... How do I get into that quest?

As soon as Yang Mo thought of this, he quickly opened a pair, and the six-pointed star was still there. But he didn't know how to open it, he was drunk last time, did he have to be drunk to do it?

Yang Mo thought silently in his heart, he decided to go back today and drink a few more glasses of wine.

If you can really improve your physical fitness, it will definitely be much more reliable to go to the draft, at least you don't have to be as scared as you are now.

After a break, Wang Yuhuai announced the end of the training, and the players left quickly, they didn't want to stay in the training hall for one more minute.

Yang Mo stayed, he is not like those CBA players who eat and wait to die, the stage he yearns for is the NBA, so he must work hard and work hard. People who don't have an umbrella have to run hard, and his immediate priority now is to get his hands back.

Boom! Boom! Swish! Swish!

Yang Mo was alone in the empty stadium, practicing non-stop. The more you practice, the better you feel in your hands, and the more proficient you are at controlling the strength between your fingers. Unconsciously, the light in the training hall dimmed, and at this time, Yang Mo's feeling had recovered to at least ninety percent of his peak.

Because he didn't know where the light switch in the training hall was, and he was really tired, Yang Mo reluctantly left the training hall. Back home, Yang Mo bought a case of beer, and then poured it bottle by bottle, after pouring it, he did feel top-heavy drunk, but soon fell unconscious and fell on the bed.

I slept soundly all night, and I didn't even have a dream, let alone a dream mission.

The next morning, Yang Mo patted his heavy head due to hangover and climbed out of bed, shook his head vigorously, and muttered: "It seems that it has nothing to do with drinking." So what does it have to do with it? ”

Yang Mo thought about it in his head, in addition to being drunk that night, there was another thing that happened, and when he thought of it, he was immediately startled... Make-love?

Could it be that what kind of task has to be done - love can be started?

When Yang Mo thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder, feeling that this thing was too evil. But if you think about it carefully, it's really evil, and a ball of light fell from the sky, but fortunately it didn't die and smashed on yourself, which is counted... Is it destiny?

Yang Mo teased herself, planning in her heart to see if she wanted to come and go with Monday again. Although that time was said to be the first time on Monday, he was not happy at all, he didn't even know how it happened, he only knew that when he woke up, the bed was full of blood, and he was lying next to him.

If this kind of thing hadn't happened to him, he would definitely think it was a fantasy.

Yang Mo was thinking about Monday, and the phone rang, and when he picked it up, he picked it up and saw that it was indeed Monday. Connected the phone, Monday on the other end called Yang Mo to go over to train, Yang Mo promised, hung up the phone, washed up and went downstairs for breakfast, and called a taxi to go to the stadium.

When she came to the outside of the stadium, Monday had been waiting for a long time, she walked towards Yang Mo with a smile on her face, rubbed Yang Mo playfully and shyly, and said, "Guess, what surprise I have prepared for you?" ”

"Can't guess." Yang Mo shook her head, not knowing what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd.

"Play well in tomorrow's game, it doesn't matter if you win or not, the most important thing is to show yourself." Zhou Yi said thoughtlessly, and Yang Mo was confused when he heard it.

"What's the situation?" Yang Mo asked puzzled.

"I can't tell you now, but you just behave. Score more, dunk more, in short, it's good for you. ”

On Monday, he deliberately sold the guanzi, but Yang Mo didn't break the casserole and asked in the end, but just asked: "Then when are you going to tell me." ”

"Tomorrow." Monday replied with some eccentricity.

Yang Mo really couldn't do anything about her. At this time, Monday's mobile phone rang, she walked to the side to answer the phone, and then walked over and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I can't play with you today, my dad is now dialing a business to let me be in charge, and I'm busy every day." ”

"It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."

"yes, okay." Monday nodded a little, and then said, "I'm going to invite you to a big dinner tonight?" ”

"Okay."

"Then I'm leaving." Monday waved his hand reluctantly, walked to the car, and then galloped away.

Yang Mo walked into the training hall, and after changing his jersey, he found that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and all the players avoided like a plague when they saw him coming, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.

Yang Mo was confused by these people, although they didn't know each other, there was no need to keep their distance so much, right?

Just when Yang Mo was confused, Mike Harris walked over, pulled him aside, and said, "They're going to isolate you and make you unable to play." ”

"Isolate me?"

"You stole their light yesterday and offended the 'king', and they will certainly not let you have a good time." Mike Harris whispered, "I'm still going to play in the CBA this year, so I'm not going to talk to you anymore later." ”

As he spoke, he strode away, pretending not to know Yang Mo.

Seeing this, Yang Mo was completely dumbfounded. He really has never seen such a brainless athlete, who can still play political factions when he plays, and can he play well with the attitude of those who follow me and those who oppose me? If someone wins you on the pitch, you win it back on the pitch, and they still play isolated tricks. When this kind of thing gets out, it has to make people laugh off their big teeth.