Violent striker

() The heads-up between Yang Mo and Mike Harris seems particularly boring, because Mike Harris can't defend Yang Mo's inside attack, and Yang Mo can't defend Mike Harris' attack from the outside.Two people, you score one goal, I score one goal, endless, without any ups and downs.

This exposed Yang Mo's shortcomings. Although Yang Mo's strength was amazing, his athletic ability was far inferior to that of black people, whether it was speed or jumping.Even if Yang Mo's athletic ability is considered very good among people of yellow race.

The two fought back and forth for half an hour, then sat back to the sidelines panting.While drinking water, Harris conducted a technical analysis on Yang Mo: "Your advantages are strong strength, wide arms, and solid offensive skills inside. But your shortcomings are also obvious, poor scoring ability from outside, strong ability to hold the ball but breakthrough The speed is too slow. Your explosive power is too weak compared to black players. In the NBA, your speed can't pass any defender at all."

"Actually, my outside scoring ability is very outstanding. I was a three-point shooter in our school team, but I suddenly lost consciousness in the past two days." Yang Mo explained in this way.

"If you are a three-pointer, I think you have a better chance of being selected. After all, your physical fitness is much better than that of Novak." Harris nodded, and continued in silence for half a second: "If you are faster A little bit more explosive power, better jumping ability, you can enter the first round."

The last half of Harris' sentence is actually nothing. These things are almost innate, and no matter how hard you work the day after tomorrow, it is impossible to strengthen them within a few days.

However, Yang Mo listened to it in his heart.Because his strength was too weak before, but now he is not so powerful?

But...how can I enter that mission?

As soon as Yang Mo thought so far, he quickly opened a pair, the hexagram was still there.But he didn't know how to open it. The last time he was drunk, did he have to be drunk to do it?

Yang Mo said silently in his heart, he decided to drink a few more glasses of wine today.

If you can really improve your physical fitness, the draft will definitely be much more reliable, at least you don't have to be as worried as you are now.

After resting for a while, Wang Yuhuai announced that the training was over, and a group of players left quickly, they didn't want to stay in the training hall for one more minute.

But Yang Mo stayed. He is not like those cba players who are just waiting to die. The stage he yearns for is the nba, so he has to work hard and work hard.A person without an umbrella has to run hard, and his top priority now is to regain his sense of belonging.

Boom!Boom!Swish!Swish!

Yang Mo was practicing non-stop in the empty gymnasium alone.The more you practice, the better you will feel, and the more proficient you will be in controlling the strength of your fingers.Unknowingly, the light in the training hall dimmed, and Yang Mo's mood had returned to at least [-]% of its peak level.

Since he didn't know where the light switch in the training hall was, and because he was really tired, Yang Mo reluctantly left the training hall.Back home, Yang Mo bought a case of beer and poured it bottle by bottle. After drinking, he really felt top-heavy and drunk, but soon fell unconscious and fell on the bed.

I slept soundly all night without even a single dream, let alone any dream missions.

The next morning, Yang Mo patted his heavy head from the hangover and got out of bed, shook his head vigorously, and muttered: "It seems that it has nothing to do with drinking. What does it have to do with it?"

Yang Mo thought about it in his head, there was another thing that happened that night besides being drunk, when he thought of it, he was startled immediately... Do-love?

Is that what task to do - love can be opened?

When Yang Mo thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder, feeling that this thing was too evil.But if you think about it carefully, it's really evil. It's a good thing that a ball of light falls from the sky, and it's lucky that it hits you.

Yang Mo teased himself, planning in his heart to see if he would have another fling with Monday.Even though it was the first time for Zhou Yiyi that time, he didn't feel happy at all. He didn't even know what happened. He only knew that when he woke up, the bed was covered in blood, and Zhou Yiyi lay beside him naked.

If this kind of thing didn't happen to him, he would definitely think it was a fantasy.

Yang Mo was thinking about Monday, when the phone rang, picked it up and saw that it was indeed Monday.After answering the phone, Monday on the other end called Yang Mo for training, Yang Mo promised, hung up the phone, washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast, then called a taxi to the arena.

When she came outside the arena, Zhou Yiyi had been waiting for a long time. She walked towards Yang Mo with a smile on her face, rubbed against Yang Mo's playfully and shyly, and said, "Guess, I prepared one for you." What surprise?"

"I can't guess." Yang Mo shook her head, not knowing what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.

"Tomorrow's game, you play well. It doesn't matter if you win or not. The most important thing for you is to show yourself." Yi Yi said without thinking, and Yang Mo was confused.

"What's the situation?" Yang Mo asked puzzled.

"I can't tell you now, anyway, you just perform well. Score more, dunk more, in short, it's good for you."

Zhou Yiyi deliberately played tricks, but Yang Mo didn't break the casserole to ask the end, but just asked: "Then when are you going to tell me?"

"Tomorrow." Zhou Yiyi replied strangely.

Yang Mo really had nothing to do with her.At this time, Monday's phone rang, and she walked aside to answer the phone, then walked over and said sorry: "I'm sorry, I can't play with you again today, my dad has called a business to let me Director, you are very busy every day."

"It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."

"Well, good." Zhou Yi nodded, and then said: "Shall I treat you to a big meal tonight?"

"it is good."

"Then I'm leaving." Zhou Yi waved reluctantly, walked to the car, and then galloped away.

Yang Mo walked into the training hall. After changing his jersey, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere. When all the players saw him coming, they ran away like a plague, as if they were afraid of getting into something.

Yang Mo was confused by these people. Although they are not familiar with each other, there is no need to keep such a distance?

Just when Yang Mo was at a loss, Mike Harris came over, pulled him aside, and said, "They are going to isolate you so that you cannot play."

"Isolate me?"

"Yesterday you took away their light and offended 'Wang'. They will definitely not make it easy for you." Mike Harris whispered: "I still plan to play in the cba this year, so I will also Won't talk to you again."

Then, he strode away, pretending not to know Yang Mo.

Seeing this, Yang Mo was completely dumbfounded.He has never seen such a brain-dead athlete who can play with political factions. With this attitude of prospering and perishing, can he play well?If someone beats you on the court, you just need to win it back on the court, but they still play isolated tricks.When this kind of thing came out, it had to make people laugh out loud.