When the whistle blew at the end of the game, Mo Wen sat down on the ground and finally won the game.

Remembering that there was still something to do, Mo Wen stood up hard, and walked in the direction of Larry Brown on the side of the field with the last remaining strength, and saw that he was about to rush to Larry Brown, his arm had already waved, and he could even see Larry Brown's dilated pupils.

But the gravitational pull from the void came, pulling his consciousness back to his real body.

Pity!

After feeling the full physical strength on his body again, Mo Wen hammered the bed hatefully, just a little bit.

Garlic garlic, if you miss it, you miss it, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, as for now-

Excitedly, Mo Wen summoned the personal attribute interface, and in the bottom inventory, he saw the flashing seven badge fragments, and clicked on it to indicate whether to synthesize.

"Synthesize!"

Fluorescence circulation.

Two seconds later, a plain bronze badge appeared in front of his eyes.

Low-level badge "Defensive Deterrence": Interfering with shots after holding the badge will slightly reduce the opponent's shooting percentage, and the probability of the ball-handler making mistakes will be slightly increased after the holder defends closely.

Defensive badges?

Mo Wen was a little disappointed.

Although his foothold is defense, whether in the dungeon or in reality, his defensive ability at this stage is barely enough, and he wants an offensive badge to improve his finishing ability.

As a blue-collar worker in the dungeon every day, he also wants to eat dumplings once in a while.

Who hasn't had a dream of flying to the sky and walking through the sun in a hundred steps.

However, from the perspective of the NBA's development of paying more attention to "one trick is fresh, eat all over the world", it is actually not bad to be able to further strengthen defense, but what level can the slight interference of "Defensive Deterrence" have, it is still necessary to verify.

Just do it, Mo Wen simply got up from the bed neatly.

Detroit has become quite cold in December, with temperatures below zero even during the day.

Mo Wen drove to the door of the single-family cottage where Milicic rented a second-hand Audi TT that he bought for 10,000 US dollars.

The Pistons players live in several neighborhoods in the neighborhood, which is home to the city's police headquarters, so the neighborhood is relatively safe, and safety is especially important for Detroit, where the slums are growing.

Mo Wen, who picked up the phone, somehow suddenly thought of an ancient text he had learned before - "Huaimin has not slept either." ”

"When are you still sleeping, at your age, how can you sleep!"

Mo Wen said in imitation of Larry Brown's tone.

Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of the phone rolling down on the other side, and two seconds later, I heard the phone being picked up.

"Oh, it's you, boss, why is it so early today, okay, give me ten minutes."

Milicic said vaguely with a yawn.

It takes about five minutes for the average man to get out of bed, but Milicic is more or less a delicate boy, and he has to clean himself up every day before he goes out.

Milicic, who ran to the car in a trembling voice, looked down at the time on his phone, then looked up in pain and asked in English that he was not very proficient in.

"It's only 7 o'clock, why is it cold, Boss Mo, you still get up earlier?"

"It's cold? There is an old saying in our Chinese kung fu world, even in the hottest summer, in the coldest winter, we must insist on exercising (winter practice, summer practice). ”

Mo Wen said while driving.

"Hey, is that why you're so good at fighting?"

"If you were a journalist, I would say yes, but you're not a journalist, so all I can tell you is, no."

Milicic retracted his head in disappointment.

"Why do you give the reporter a different answer than mine?"

"Then it's about the difference between dreams and life." Mo Wen shrugged.

"It's like the phrase I used to say, 'Have you ever seen Detroit at 4 a.m.' I say now that no one will believe me, but no one will not believe me when I succeed."

"I understand, go to the dream of a special ugly country." Milicic, who seemed to really understand something, muttered.

When it came to the team's training gym, Mo Wen and Milicic were not the first.

Hamilton was already in the gym and started working out on the treadmill.

Born into a running family, Hamilton has an unusual self-discipline, and if it weren't for the colder, his commute would have been his legs – running every day from home to the stadium eight kilometres away.

"Morning, Hamilton."

Mo Wen greeted Milicic, and Hamilton glanced at his watch in surprise and waved his hand politely.

Throwing the training bag into the corner, Mo Wen and Milicic also began to warm up.

···

"Boy, didn't you wake up, why did you hesitate in front of me?"

"Yes, when you can't get an advantage in the confrontation with your physical talents, you have to try to think of other ways, and that old man is the offense that you are withstanding."

"Your shooting is still too slow, and I believe in your height, why did I hesitate when I glared at you just now?"

"If you're hesitant to shoot against an opponent who's much shorter than you, Larry's saliva will drown you."

On the empty court, Milicic wiped his sweat unwillingly, took the basketball that Mo Wen stole and began to organize the next offense.

On the opposite side, Mo Wen put on a defensive posture relatively relaxed.

The badge is not bad for a rookie like Milicic, who shot a lot lower in front of him today.

Milicic is a head taller than him, and his mid-range shooting has been difficult to interfere with after Mo Wen has helped him improve his posture. In the first two days, Milicic was able to shoot 40% from mid-range against him.

But today I don't know if it's because the badge is more useful, or because Milicic, who got up half an hour early, is not in shape, and the young man has to shoot 8 times against him to only have 2 hits.

After a few more rounds, Milicic began to regain his senses, using his height and weight advantage to grind to a close-range finish.

"It's better boss, you attack me and defend me, I really don't seem to be in much shape today."

Milicic touched the back of his head, I don't know why, Mo Wen gave him a sense of defensive pressure that can only be felt when facing Big Ben today, which is also what makes him a little uncertain when attacking.

After a while, Billups arrived, and Mo Wen had a few heads-up with Billups and Hamilton, who had completed his daily running tasks, but the role of the badge was less obvious at this point.

It is also normal that Hamilton and Billups are both veteran ruffians who usually shoot very resolutely, and their grasp and mentality of shooting are not comparable to Milicic, a rookie.

Moreover, the badge is only a low-level badge, and if you enter a high-difficulty dungeon one day and get a high-level badge, you may be able to use it for a star of their level.

The objective evaluation is probably: abusing the vegetable artifact?