Violent striker

() Head coach Wang Yuhuai just thought that Yang Mo might be a good talent, but Yang Mo got into trouble.

Yang Mo didn't know why, but suddenly yelled at the players of the national team: "Laugh again, laugh again? I'll blow you up one by one."

China has always paid attention to the golden mean, and basketball players are also in this routine. Basically, there are very few people who yell and vent their passion on the court.There are very few people who actively provoke like Yang Mo, and they still yell at the bosses of the national team.

The big shots of the national team are the top stars in the country, and they are the only ones who bully others. How can a newcomer dare to yell at himself?Among the five, Wang Zhizhi is better. After all, he has played in the NBA, and he has heard all the 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 immediately surrounded him, choking back, "What?"

"Me." Yang Mo's momentum was not inferior to the two of them at all. He stared back at the two of them, puffed his chest, and said word by word: "I want to blow you up one by one."

"What are you? You were still wearing crotch pants when I was playing." Wang Shipeng raised his nostrils and raised his fist immediately. If Mike Harris hadn't rushed over to separate the two of them, they might have fought.

Although Yang Mo was separated, he still refused to give up. He pointed at Wang Shipeng and said, "Whether it's fighting or playing ball, I can handle you."

"Okay, boy, come here if you have the guts. See how I deal with you."

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

As soon as he got the ball, Yang Mo joined him.

puff!

Wang Shipeng dribbled the ball and squeezed against Yang Mo, trying to force Yang Mo away with his body.But how could Yang Mo's strength be broken by his small physique?Can he knock O'Neal away?Of course not, so he couldn't knock Yang Mo away either.

Bang!

At that moment, Wang Shipeng took a staggering step back. Before Wang Shipeng could stabilize his figure, Yang Mo's long arm had already reached out while he was still standing... Crack!The basketball originally controlled by Wang Shipeng was knocked down immediately, and then Yang Mo rushed forward, picked up the basketball and rushed into the penalty area, jumped high and smashed the basketball into the basket... Boom!

A beautiful one-tomahawk dunk.

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

The youth team players on the sidelines really wanted to applaud, but one look at the faces of the national team bosses became uglier than the last.In order not to offend others, they were silent for a while, 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, so how can he not know the personalities of these players who have grown up in sports schools?The better Yang Mo performed today, the less likely he will be in his career in the future, and he won't even be able to enter the national team.Sometimes the Chinese basketball national team can't be entered if you play well, and you have to talk about factions.If these few people are determined to disagree, no one will be able to squeeze in.

"I want to be a point guard with such a high dribble, shoot your three-pointers well." After Yang Mo dunked the basket, he turned around and still did not forget to sarcastically say to Wang Shipeng.

Hearing this, Wang Shipeng clenched his teeth, his eyes glared with anger, and his fists could squeeze blood out of his palms.

At this time, his dislike for Yang Mo had reached its peak.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 abnormal strength.

Therefore, he resolutely stopped dribbling the next ball, but handed the ball to Chen Jianghua for him to take the ball.

Wang Shipeng didn't provoke him, and Yang Mo didn't take the initiative to mark him.Back at halftime, he got into the penalty area and appeared as an inside player.Yang Mo is on the inside, and Mike Harris is swimming on the outside. Since their defensive system is a zone defense, even if the other three are not very good, the two can still use their excellent athletic ability to wipe their butts, so as not to let The defense system collapsed.

Because Yang Mo and others shrunk their defense, in the end Wang Shipeng chose to make a three-pointer from the outside... Boom!

The basketball hit the neck of the basket, Yang Mo jumped high, overwhelmed Wang Zhizhi to get the rebound, and then passed a long pass to Harris, who was coming down quickly, and Harris dunked.The whole set - the movement is smooth and smooth, very smooth.No one would have guessed that these two people were right 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 reached 41:35, and Yang Mo's team took the lead. If Wang Zhizhi hadn't used his height to force Yang Mo by three or four times, the score would have been 20:5. It's even uglier.Although the score between the two sides was [-]:[-] before Yang Mo came on the field, the national team took the lead.

When the referee announced a timeout, Wang Shipeng, who was guarded very ugly, immediately stopped the game, and Zhu Fangyu and Sun Ye also meant not to fight.Seeing this, Wang Yuhuai had no choice but to announce the end of the game, and then continue their respective training.After all, for him, the national team is the key players in the next game. No matter how good Yang Mo is, he is alone. He knows what is more important than anyone else.

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

He didn't know much about his own strength at first, but now after confronting these few national team players, he probably has the bottom line.As long as he regains all his offensive sense in the future, it will be no problem to enter the second round of the NBA. After all, Sun Yuenian was selected by the Lakers in the second round, and his strength is much stronger than him.Whether it is immediate combat power or potential, Yang Mo is only 20 years old this year.

While Yang Mo was sitting on the sidelines figuring out his prospects for the draft, Mike Harris came over and asked, "Hey buddy, you played really well, why didn't you get selected for the Chinese national team?"

"Who knows?" Yang Mo shrugged, speaking fluent English, and still thinking in pure English.

"Have you ever stayed in the United States?" Mike Harris asked curiously: "Why does your English have the accent of the East Coast? Were you in New York before?"

"No, I've never been to America." Yang Mo shook his head. After thinking for a while, he probably got his spoken language from O'Neill. O'Neill is from New Jersey, so he naturally has an east coast accent.

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

"Well, I'm going to participate in this year's NBA draft." Yang Mo told Mike Harris his thoughts truthfully, 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 don't like your NBA journey. You have strong strength and good rebounding ability. However, your offensive skills seem to be There is no specialty, no exact position, and your height is too embarrassing."

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

After Yang Mo heard this, the little confidence she had just accumulated disappeared again.He tried hard to argue: "I can push people and grab rebounds on the defensive end. I can also shoot three-pointers on the offensive end. My three-pointers are very accurate. My dribbling is not bad. Few people can Take the basketball out of me."

"But... you're still too short."

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

Seeing that Yang Mo was a little downcast, Mike Harris comforted him: "But don't worry. There is a Chinese market behind you, and there will be teams that will choose you. At least you are much better than that guy, who was selected every year. gone."

Being so comforted by Mike Harris, Yang Mo didn't feel much better. He wanted to gain a foothold in the NBA by relying on his strength, not the so-called Chinese market.If it is the NBA looking at the water dispenser, he would rather not.

"Come on, you will fight with me one-on-one." Yang Mo ticked off Mike Harris.

Mike Harris happened to be itchy too, so he agreed, and the two found a basket, and you and I were singled out offensively and defensively.