You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　As long as he stays in this training camp for more than ten days, he knows what Mo Mengchen showed in the training camp. He is like the leader of this team. He is first-class in the competition.

　　

　　He controls the ball, no matter who his teammate is.

　　Neither Houston nor Hill. The highly respected Otis Thorpe is also the Pistons legend Joe Dumas. Everyone, as long as he is a teammate, listens to him.

　　Hunt is very young, but he also knows what it means.

　　 An ordinary rookie will never have such prestige.

　　 His injuries, his past, and his order have confused too many people.

　　 As if some clever veterans would never make trouble for rookies destined to become stars, Hunt realized this and he might offend the future leader of the team.

　　

　　 “I shouldn’t ask for your money.”

　　 “Mo, I’m sorry.”

　　 “Only if you do something wrong, you need to apologize.”

　　 “You sold a jersey for a high price of 300,000, you are a smart businessman, what’s wrong?”

　　Finally, Mo Mengchen left the training hall with something.

　　 Until today, Hunt did not know the meaning of that sentence.

　　 “No, I don’t need your concession, you either get my friendship, or you get 300,000, choose one.”

　　

　　Hunt realized that he might have lost Mo Mengchen’s friendship forever.

　　Mo Mengchen came to the supermarket again.

　　 “Mo, what do you need today?”

　　Aaron Bennett, the waiter who can receive tips from Mo Mengchen every day, approached him kindly.

　　 “I want to buy something to eat.”

　　 “You just need to make a call about this.”

　　 “No, preparing dinner is a serious matter, I don’t believe your vision.”

　　 Bennett brought Mo Mengchen to the vegetable area: “Meat is in front.”

　　 “Thank you.”

　　Mo Mengchen carefully looked for it, lack of water, don’t.

　　 The taste is wrong, don’t.

　　 The color is lighter or darker, no.

　　It is not easy to find the perfect dish. It takes patience. Mo Mengchen does not lack patience. He searched for half an hour and finally found the vegetables to be used tonight.

　　 Then he went to buy some chicken and beef.

　　 “Mo, how long do you have to train here?” Bennett asked.

　　 “Secret.”

　　 “However, are you interested in being my little assistant?” Mo Mengchen asked.

　　 “Assistant? Am I?”

　　 Bennett’s eyes widened: “Can I really? I have nothing to do, I can only run errands, drive a car, I haven’t even gone to college…”

　　Mo Mengchen took out a business card: “If you decide, call me.”

Recently, Patton has become increasingly busy, and the work of his agents has been dropped. This is not to blame him. The new company has just opened, and the employees have not been fully recruited. The design of the sneakers has been completed. After the start of the new season, wait until the time is right to launch sneakers.

　　Being a company operator is much harder than a broker.

　　 And Mo Mengchen now has a lot of things on hand. He wants to write songs, but he is not satisfied with posting it to the online public for free trial. Waiting for a suitable opportunity, he will let the world know who Ethan is.

　　As various affairs are pushed away, he wants to do more and more things.

　　He can’t handle these things by himself. He needs an assistant. This assistant is not Bennett. As I said before, he is a little assistant.

　　Simply put, he is an assistant’s assistant.

　　 “imcominghome~~”

　　Mo Mengchen hummed.

　　 “Well, your voice is like Ethan.”

　　 happened to be heard by Hill.

　　 “Is it?” Mo Mengchen said, “I think this song is pretty good.”

　　 “It seems that our taste is similar, and I especially like the prelude.”

　　 “Yes, Ethan sings so well.” Mo Mengchen brags brazenly.

　　Hill saw the vegetables and meat he brought back: “What are you?”

　　 “I don’t like takeout, nor the restaurant here, I have to cook for myself.” Mo Mengchen asked politely, “Do you want to eat together?”

　　 Hill said happily: “I’ve had enough of the restaurant here!”

　　 Well, people just ask them politely.

　　Mo Mengchen didn’t expect Hill to be so polite, he came and was very enthusiastic: “What do I need? Don’t look at me like this, I can help you a lot.”

　　 “Please help me cut the vegetables.”

　　 Then, Mo Mengchen picked up a kitchen knife to cut the meat.

Just a few seconds later, he was attracted by Hill’s cracking of vegetables that day, and he really wanted to know what kind of cutter can cut the Verdun meat grinder during the vegetable cutting. sense.

　　 Devil Mountain said that he had done a good job and could help, Mo Mengchen believed.

　　 So he destroyed the fine dish that Mo Mengchen spent half an hour picking from the garbage dump.

　　Mo Mengchen felt sad when he saw the vegetables cut into chaos seven or eight times.

　　 “Uh… your knife is not easy to use.” Hill laughed and made an excuse.

　　 In this world, the most terrible thing is not kindness, but the kindhearted people who clearly don’t help anything but are still keen to help.

　　 “Your skill of cutting vegetables is as bad as your three-pointer!”

　　 “This…” Hill almost choked to death by this sentence, “My three-pointer is much better than my knifeman!”

　　Mo Mengchen hummed disdainfully and quickly cut through the vegetables destroyed by Hill.

　　 Hill was shocked by the scene in front of him. This horrible knifeman, within half a minute, the whole vegetable was cut neatly.

　　 “You… are you a cook? Have you ever been a cook before?”

Mo Mengchen pointed at Hill with a kitchen knife and said: “If you have to use a scalpel to cut someone’s body every three days last year to do some interesting “craftsmanship”, you will also become like I am so good.”

　　Mo Mengchen was laughing, that kind of uncomfortable smile.

　　 “I’m still waiting for you outside.”

　　Hill made a good decision for both.

　　 “Basic Basketball Tactics-Screening”

　　 “Basic Basketball Tactics-Empty Cut”

　　 “Basic Basketball Tactics-Man-to-Man Defense”

　　

　　Hill first saw these three books, and behind these three books, there are a lot of NCAA technical and tactical books.

　　 These books are difficult to read for beginners due to too much data and detailed and confusing tactical atlases, and not many people read them.

　　Only the coach will put so many tactical books in the room.

　　 “Mo, do you want to be a coach?”

“Not interested in.”

　　 “Looking like it doesn’t seem to be uninteresting.”

　　 Then, Hill saw a drawing that made his head big.

　　 Three-point threat within the team:

　　 Alan Houston: The threat is huge.

　　 Joe Dumas: Moderate threat.

　　 Terry Mills: A little threat.

　　Michael Curry: Very threatening.

　　Hill look down line by line, and finally saw his name.

　　 Grant Hill: No threat.

　　 “Damn it!”

　　Hill picked up the pen on the table and added a few words on it.

　　 Grant Hill: No threats-just strange! ! !

　　 There are a lot of things in the room. There is a refrigerator prepared by myself. There are a lot of books related to basketball. There are also drawings stacked together, which are full of notes.

　　Through these, Hill can outline the image of an ambitious young head coach in his mind.

　　 But this is Mo Mengchen’s room.

　　Although the point guard is the brain on the court, Hill has never heard of any guard who would study the technique and tactics in this way. This is by no means just preparation before the game.

　　 Hill looked around, not to mention the eye-opening, but also understood Mo Mengchen from another aspect.

　　 This is really a person who takes basketball seriously.

　　 “I hope you didn’t bump around everywhere.” Mo Mengchen said, “I have a mark where everything is placed. If you pick up something but don’t put it back in place, it is best to tell me now.”

　　 Hill said: “I just touched something.”

He pointed to the drawing on the team’s three-point threat: “You actually said that my three-pointer is not threatening? Too much! Although my three-pointer is unstable, how can it be said that there is no threat? Some people dare Will you let me shoot three?”

　　Hill played 70 games last season, averaging 0.4 three-pointers per game and scoring 0.1 goals.

　　 “Are you sure? People who have less than 15% of their three-pointers are actually talking to me about three-point threats here? Oh!”

　　 Mo Mengchen’s smirk undoubtedly doubled the damage of this sentence.

　　 “You! I tell you, this season, my three-point shooting percentage will increase to 30%!” Hill said angrily.

　　Hill has always lacked a long shot. In the history known by Mo Mengchen, he only made a little shot in the 00 season, which is his peak season.

By throwing 0.5 three-pointers per game~www.mtlnovel.com~ he scored 26 points per game. At that time, on the eve of the change, the changes of the rules were in full swing. Unfortunately, he was injured. Did not enjoy the benefits brought by the new rules.

　　 Because the shooting is not stable, Hill’s offense relies on the ball to break through. Although there is a distance in the hand, the mid-distance of using the talent to pull the burst shot is definitely not one step away from the opponent.

　　 “Don’t just promise what you can’t do, but you came out of Duke.” Mo Mengchen said jokingly.

　　 “Look and see!”

　　 Hill said indignantly, then took the first bite of meat.

　　Tonight, Mo Mengchen made beef platter.

　　 When Hill put the meat into his mouth and stir, the strange chewy, delicious meat and extremely delicious juice suddenly made his eyes shine.

　　 “Mmm~~~~~”

　　 Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Mo Mengchen was also amused.

　　No matter how mean, as a chef (he prides himself), the happiest thing is that what he does is recognized by others.

　　 “Can I apply to come to you every day to eat and drink?”

　　Hill swallowed the meat and asked earnestly.

　　 “I welcome.” Mo Mengchen said.

　　 “I’ll say, why would anyone have all the disadvantages that are irritating? I found the biggest advantage of you, that is willing to share!”

　　If someone praises Mo Mengchen in person, he will not refute, nor will he be humble.

　　 For him, there is only one standard answer.

　　He is from the heart.

　　 “I accept your praise.”

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