Five minutes into the third quarter, Larry Brown waited for a dead-ball opportunity and called a timeout.

After Prince got off the court, he was called aside by Herb Brown and tutored alone.

And Larry Brown's gaze wandered over Corliss and Mo Wen.

Collis looked at Larry Brown, and he played for five minutes in the first half, coach, look at me.

If eyes could speak, Corliss would even want to make such an affectionate confession to Larry Brown—

[I really want to be Coach Larry's dog.]

But Coach Larry said he liked defenders, and I cried.

I know why I'm crying when I'm neither a dog nor a defensive player. Because I'm actually an offensive player.

No academy coach would like an offensive player who only scores, but I asked Coach Larry "Can I be your dog?" anyway. ”

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Larry Brown seemed to sense Collis's confession, and he looked at Collis's gaze with a hint of disgust out of thin air, like looking at a useless stinky dog.

In the end, Larry Brown's fingers and gaze were fixed on Mo Wen.

"Give you five minutes, I don't care what method you use, give me a defense against James."

No matter what method you use...

What do you hint at the old thing!

If labor and management are really Bowen, be the first to pad your feet first!

If it weren't for the fact that the jerseys were all short-sleeved, he would have to roll up his sleeves and talk to this old thing.

At the end of the timeout, the Cavaliers discovered that the Pistons had replaced them with a yellow-skinned player.

Big Z and Boozer, who played summer league with James, quickly recognized Mo Wen's identity.

In the summer league, the Cavaliers played two games against the Pistons, and the yellow-skinned Mo Wen defended James for two whole games, which is difficult not to be impressive.

It was only later that Mo Wen had no news after being hidden, and he slowly faded out of the public's field of vision.

And James recognized Mo Wen at a glance, in the game between the Cavaliers and the Pistons, this bastard was still laughing when he fell to the ground!

Thinking about the end of the draft, his identity as a high school student was a mixed reputation, and after playing that game with Mo Wen, he was questioned countless times, which is a shame.

He will remember this for the rest of his life!

Now that the former sufferer has met him again, it is so exciting!

Squeak—squeak—

Hey, who's grinding their teeth?

Mo Wen, who was standing on the field doing warm-up activities, felt a chill for no reason.

When I looked back, there was an "old boy" with thick eyebrows and big eyes staring at me, that eager gaze, and that expression that was about to drool.

Hiss - James, Lee Jae-gan gods and demons?!

Hungry for my body, right?

No wonder I haven't heard much about Ajan's scandal in my previous life, it turns out that the truth is-

Just when Mo Wen was thinking nonsense, a pair of black hands also slapped Mo Wen's buttocks, which scared Mo Wen so much that he almost didn't jump up.

"Tsk, the little champion has been staring at you, it seems that you hurt him quite hard in the summer league."

It turned out that it was the sharp-eyed Billups who also noticed James's eyes.

"Hey, hey, you can eat randomly, don't talk nonsense, okay, that kid can't take any free throws in the summer league."

"Huh? I couldn't figure out for a moment whether you were praising him or hacking him. ”

Mo Wen waved his hand, this, it's really hard to say.

The game restarted, and James, who was advancing with the ball, also waited for Mo Wen's defense as he wished.

After the summer league, he worked hard for three months.

He waited for three months, just to wait for an opportunity.

He wanted to fight for a breath, not to prove how great he was. He just wants to tell people that what he lost must be regained!

Big Z and Boozer tacitly stood in the bottom corners of both sides, and several other players saw James' gesture to the left hand side of the attacker.

The Pistons players followed, leaving the wide space from high to one side of the horns for James and Mo Wen.

If it weren't for the rules, the Pistons' home gaffers wanted to turn off the lights on the court, so they put a spotlight on the two.

Jen: You're here.

Mo: I'm here

Jen: You shouldn't have come.

Mo: But I'm already here.

Jen: Please, then.

Mo: Please.

There is no need to say much, whoever has the fastest knife will be justified - the rivers and lakes are like this, and the stadium is like this.

3 months of systematic training and a month of fighting in the north and south have made James no longer the Wuxia Amon of the summer league.

The coherence of his breakthrough and the way he exerts his strength are already full of professional atmosphere.

At the suggestion of his professional trainer, James has given up on many bells and whistles but meaningless moves in high school.

After a powerful crotch dribble, the tank gear swooped straight ahead.

Mo Wen is still very grateful for the rules of this era, and the handcheck rule is the key to allowing a player like him who is not so physically gifted to defend James.

When the no handcheck rule is introduced next year, he can't raise his hand to block it, and if he relies on or defensive prediction to defend, he will be useless if he has 1,200 games of experience.

The ability to reach out, even concealed elbows, is simply a nuclear weapon for defenders.

The confident James didn't rush two steps before he felt his speed slow down, and then crashed headfirst into Mo Wen's arms.

Mo Wen, who had already adjusted his posture in advance, steadily followed James's "throwing embrace" and took the initiative to attack before James made a move.

James leaned on Mo Wen and wanted to use a turn to throw Mo Wen's defense away, but a similar scene reappeared.

James's arms, which were originally set up in order to protect the ball and break the space, have now become a loophole for Mo Wen's offense.

Mo Wen's hand shook like a whip, and with a snap, he threw the low-flying basketball away.

By the time James wanted to chase the ball, Mo Wen had already adjusted his position, pulled James by the way, and took the opportunity to catch up with the basketball that was spinning and bouncing in the air.

James chased after him in annoyance and started a full step, but James, who hadn't gained much weight now, started the fastest in his career.

Mo Wen could even feel the wind pressure chasing James behind him when he dribbled and charged.

One step, two steps, Mo Wen, who came to the basket, landed with one foot and made a ball closing action.

Seeing that he raised his hand and was about to fly to the basket. But his raised hand stopped in mid-air, and even retracted a little.

James, who was galloping, had already jumped into the air and swung out his slap, but the basketball stopped in Mo Wen's hand.

Whew-

The wind from James' arms ruffled Mowen's hair.

It wasn't until James crashed into the front row fan because he couldn't stop the car that Mo Wen got up and put the basketball into the frame with a light one-legged jump.

Elegance.

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth also raised slightly, hehe, in the past three months, it is not only you James who has improved.