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Head coach Wang Yuhuai just thought that Yang Mo might be a manufacturable material, and Yang Mo got into trouble.

Yang Mo didn't know why, but suddenly yelled at several players in the national team: "You laugh again, laugh again?" I'm going to blow you up one by one. ”

China has always paid attention to the golden mean, and basketball players are also in this routine, and basically there are few who shout on the court to vent their passion. There are even fewer people like Yang Mo who take the initiative to provoke, and they also yell at the national team bigwigs.

These bigwigs of the national team are the top stars in China, only they bully others, how can any newcomer dare to yell at themselves? Among the five, Wang Zhizhi is better, after all, he has played in the NBA, and he has heard more arrogant words, and he knows that this is part of the court culture.

But the others didn't understand, Zhu Fangyu and Wang Shipeng surrounded them as soon as possible, and choked back with their throats: "What do you say?" ”

"I said." Yang Mo's momentum did not lose to the two of them at all, stared back at the two of them, held his chest out, and said word by word: "I want to blow you up one by one." ”

"What are you? When Lao Tzu plays, you still wear open crotch pants. Wang Shipeng's nostrils were raised, and his fists were immediately raised, if it weren't for Mike Harris rushing over to separate the two, it was estimated that they would be able to fight.

Although Yang Mo was separated, he still didn't give up, pointed at Wang Shipeng and said: "Whether it's fighting or playing, I can handle you." ”

"Okay, boy, you'll come if you kind. See how I clean you up. ”

Wang Shipeng put down these words, turned around, explained a few words to Chen Jianghua, and then took the initiative to take the ball.

As soon as he got the ball, Yang Mo came up.

Burst!

Wang Shipeng dribbled the ball and squeezed Yang Mo's body, trying to forcibly squeeze Yang Mo away with his body. But how could Yang Mo's strength be able to break through his small physique? Will he be able to knock O'Neill away? Of course not, so he couldn't bump into Yang Mo either.

Boom!

At that moment, Wang Shipeng staggered a step back, and before Wang Shipeng could stabilize his figure, Yang Mo's long arm had already taken advantage of his unstable foothold...... Syllable! The basketball that was originally controlled by Wang Shipeng was knocked down immediately, and then Yang Mo rushed up, picked up the basketball and rushed into the penalty area, jumped high and smashed the basketball into the basket...... Rumble!

A beautiful one-handed tomahawk dunk.

Although the bounce height is not particularly high, it is full of power. The impact is unparalleled, at least none of the domestic players can complete such a high-quality dunk.

The youth team players on the sidelines wanted to applaud, but when they looked at the faces of the national team bosses, they became more and more ugly. In order not to offend people, they were silent, although they still applauded Yang Mo in their hearts.

Seeing this, Wang Yuhuai shook his head. He has been immersed in the domestic basketball team for many years, can he still not know the personality of these players who have grown up in sports since childhood? The better Yang Mo performs today, the lower the possibility of coming out in the future, and even unable to enter the national team. The Chinese basketball national team sometimes doesn't just get in if you play well, you have to talk about factions. If these people don't agree, no one will want to squeeze in.

"If you dribble so high and want to be a point guard, shoot your threes." After Yang Mo dunked the basket, he turned around and didn't forget to sarcastically say a word to Wang Shipeng.

When Wang Shipeng heard this, he clenched his teeth, his eyes erupted with anger, and his fists could squeeze blood in the palm of his hand.

At this time, his disgust with Yang Mo had reached the extreme. But at the same time, he also knew that he might not be able to dribble past this kid, after all, this guy not only has flexible feet and long arms, but also has such perverted strength.

So, he decisively did not dribble anymore in the next ball, but handed the ball to Chen Jianghua and asked him to dribble the ball.

Wang Shipeng didn't provoke himself, and Yang Mo didn't take the initiative to guard him. Back in the half, he got into the box and appeared as an inside player. Yang Mo is on the inside, Mike Harris is swimming on the outside, because their defensive system is a joint defense, so even if the other three are not very good, the two can still use their excellent athleticism to help them wipe their butts and not let the defensive system collapse.

Because Yang Mo and others contracted their defense, Wang Shipeng chose to shoot three points on the outside in the end...... Boom!

The basketball smashed on the neck of the basket, Yang Mo jumped high, pressed Wang Zhizhi to win the rebound, and then made a long pass to Harris, who was fast down, and Harris dunked and scored. The whole set - the action is smooth and hearty. No one could have imagined that these two would have been rivals just a few days ago.

In the next game, Yang Mo's team actually had the upper hand, when the referee blew the whistle, the score had come to 41:35, Yang Mo's team was ahead, if it wasn't for Wang Zhizhi using his height to eat Yang Mo three or four, the score would be even more ugly. Although the score between the two sides was 20:5 before Yang Mo came on the field, the national team was ahead.

When the referee announced the timeout, Wang Shipeng, who was very ugly, was directly boycotted, and Zhu Fangyu and Sun Ye also had the intention of not playing. Seeing this, Wang Yuhuai had no choice but to announce that the game was abandoned, and then continued their respective training. After all, for him, the national team is the key players in the next game, no matter how powerful Yang Mo is, he is also a person, which is more important, he knows better than anyone else.

Wang Yuhuai announced that the game was over, and Yang Mo was not angry, anyway, he was not the one who had no grace, and he was the biggest winner so far.

He didn't know much about his own strength, but now after the confrontation with these national team players, he probably has the bottom. As long as you get all your touches back on the offensive end, it will be no problem to enter the second round of the NBA, after all, Sun Yue was selected by the Lakers with a second-round pick last year, and his strength is much stronger than him. Whether it is immediate combat power or potential, Yang Mo is only twenty years old this year.

While Yang Mo was sitting on the sidelines and figuring out his draft prospects, Mike Harris leaned over and asked, "Hey, buddy, you played awesomely, why didn't you make the Chinese national team?" ”

"Who knows?" Yang Mo shrugged her shoulders, fluent in English, and pure English thinking.

"You've been in the United States?" Mike Harris asked curiously, "How can your English have the tone of the East Coast, were you in New York before?" ”

"No, I've never been to the United States." Yang Mo shook his head, he thought about it, his spoken language should have come from O'Neill, O'Neill is a native of New Jersey, and naturally has an accent from the East Coast.

"That's weird." Mike Harris scratched his head suspiciously, his head was full of muscles, how could he figure out such a profound thing, so after a while, he changed the topic and continued to ask: "You don't seem to play CBA either?" ”

"Well, I'm ready to play in this year's NBA Draft." Yang Mo truthfully told Mike Harris what he thought, and asked, "You have played in the NBA, can you give me some advice?" ”

When Yang Mo said this, Mike Harris frowned all of a sudden, he scratched his head, and said, "I'm not optimistic about your NBA journey." You're strong and you're good at rebounding. However, you don't seem to have any offensive skills, you don't have accurate positions, and your height is too embarrassing. ”

Mike Harris frowned, talking about Yang Mo's shortcomings.

Yang Mo listened, and the little confidence he had just accumulated was gone. He tried hard to argue: "I can top people and grab rebounds on the defensive end." I can shoot threes on the offensive end, and my threes are very accurate. My dribbling isn't bad either, and very few people can snatch a basketball from me. ”

"But... You're still too short. ”

"Uh..."Mike Harris mentioned his height, and Yang Mo was speechless. As an ordinary person, his height is enough, but for a basketball player, especially someone like him, who has played small forward or even power forward since he was a child, is too short.

Mike Harris saw that Yang Mo was a little depressed, and comforted him again: "However, don't worry. You have the Chinese market behind you, and there will be teams to choose you. You're at least a lot better than that guy, he was all drafted last year. ”

Being so comforted by Mike Harris, Yang Mo's mood was not much better, he wanted to gain a foothold in the NBA by strength, not the so-called Chinese market. If it's going to the NBA to see a water cooler, he'd rather not go.

"Come, you accompany me to fight alone." Yang Mo hooked Mike Harris's hand.

Mike Harris happened to have itchy hands, so he agreed, and the two found a basket, and you and I went back and forth to fight each other offensively and defensively.