You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Making a dribble to hit someone?"

Dumas looks surprised?

"Are you serious?"

I don't look serious?

"Is this your job?"

What's wrong with rain and dew?

Dumas asked Mo Mengchen three questions in a row. Mo Mengchen only vomited in his heart, his face as calm as the lake.

Mo Mengchen didn't seem to be joking, Dumas thought, if he really wanted to ask about making dribble hits, he was indeed the most suitable candidate.

From the late 1980s to the entire 1990s, Dumas changed from No. 2 to No. 1, and his opponents have repeatedly changed. He himself is not a talented person. His achievements today can only be achieved by his wisdom and hard work. He can't do much with monsters like Jordan. When he was young, there were still bad boy corps behind his back. After entering the 1990s, His Majesty the Flying Man announced that his time had come, and the bad boy corps gradually disintegrated Mas needs to find a new solution.

One of his ways is to make a dribble and hit people.

"Do you really want to know?" Dumas asked.

Mo Mengchen didn't change his face and said, "Yes."

Dumas's eyes subconsciously aimed at Mo Mengchen's knee.

Mo Mengchen's injury is not a secret. Everyone knows that he is very brittle. He can play full time from the rookie season to the present. It is a miracle that many doctors call the greatest in recent years.

Knowing that his body is brittle, the team will not arrange some of the more expensive tasks to him.

Making a ball hitting a person is simple and simple, and difficult is difficult. The most important thing is to be prepared to be injured by someone.

Not every time you make a dribble hit a person, you have to use acting, some are really knocked down by your opponent.

"I don't mean anything else, but I don't think you are suitable for learning this." Dumas smiled. With a fork in his hands, he called to the waiter on the side: "Aren't we VIP seats? Why is it so slow? My stomach is almost hungry!"

"Don't worry, work slowly, and the Japanese are like birds."

Mo Mengchen took out the glass he had prepared and poured a glass of water.

"I can't rely on existing technology to play." Mo Mengchen raised his cup. "This is not enough."

Dumas said: "But you can still play well."

"Good is not enough." Mo Mengchen said, "Not enough for me."

Dumas said with a smile: "If you want to learn this way, you can go to watch Larry Bird's video. Are you not a fan?"

"Larry is great, but I don't want to hurt myself like he did. He plays without regard to consequences. I can't help but consider the consequences of doing so." Mo Mengchen was helpless, "so I can only ask you ."

Dumas is also very embarrassed. If he really wants to say that, he doesn't know how to explain the secret of making a ball hitting people: "This is like breaking the ball."

"Cricket?"

Is this concept too abstract?

Dumas said: "If you want to steal a ball, what do you need to do?"

"Card position, pre-judgment, preemptive."

"Yes, the same is true of making a ball hitting people." Dumas's smile could almost hatch all the eggs.

Mo Mengchen even hopes to find an egg and put it under his fat buttocks to see if it can hatch.

Dumas picked up the chopsticks as an analogy: "It's like this chopstick is Gary Payton, this chopstick is Dor.Mo..."

Mo Mengchen raised his eyebrows, and this guy actually made fun of him.

Dumas said: "Gary broke through the first line of defense. Dor.Mo felt that his speed could not keep up with him. Dor.Mo decided to create his foul, so Dor.Mo had to calculate his pace and stand in time. In the right place, neither fast nor slow, less than half a second will cause the plan to fail."

"That's what I said just now. There is no shortage of cards, pre-judgments, and preemptive actions.

It must be said that Dumas is very charming when he is serious, this guy is a natural leader.

"There is only one question. Can you take me in front of me as an example? Still using the third-person tone, I don't listen well." Mo Mengchen complained.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it." Dumas smiled. "I read the novel as well. If there is any novel written in the first person, I will throw it directly to the trash, the third person is the king!"

Dumas is wrong, if he is looking at Xiao Huangwen, the first person has a stronger sense of substitution.

Mo Mengchen was not interested in discussing with this guy the novels of the few people who look better: "The concept you provided is good, but the value is not great. Is there any secret?"

"The secret is to be bold," Dumas said. "You must risk being bruised, because your opponent may be tempted to give you a fierce foul because he cannot avoid the foul. Stop him."

This is the crux of the problem.

Does Mo Mengchen dare to make such a dribbling hit?

Even if he dares, the coaching staff will stop him.

Compared with his value, what's the point of making a ball and hitting someone?

"Yes, you are right." Mo Mengchen pondered, and asked no more.

The waiter brought the dishes up.

Dumas sniffed the fragrance, there were fish, meat and noodles. He likes to eat noodles like Mo Mengchen, coupled with extremely delicious sauces. After stirring, taking advantage of hunger, the food in front of him became The most delicious thing in the world.

Dumas had no image in front of Mo Mengchen, and there were many ugly appearances. This was the first time I saw such an ugly appearance.

How did such a guy become good friends with jerks like Jordan?

Although Jordan has no cleanliness, but Jordan is inevitable to damage him, right? So how good is Dumas' temper to be a good friend with Jordan?

There are more and more problems, but this is a boring one.

The question now is not to ask someone to hit the ball with the ball, but how Mo Mengchen keeps his appetite in the face of a person who looks so unsightly.

"Eat, Mo."

Dumas ate a bit of oil.

"You seem to have just come out of prison." Mo Mengchen said.

Dumas said without hesitation: "It is most important to be comfortable with yourself."

Don’t you feel uncomfortable?

Having said that, Dumas has also gained weight recently, and Mo Mengchen remembers that he retired in the 99 season, that is to say, there are still two years.

Has Dumas at the end of his career lost control of his size?

But within a few seconds, Mo Mengchen thought of the answer because of him.

Because of his arrival, Dumas lost his starting position. As a meritorious veteran of the team, he was happy to see someone grab the position to take over, and knew that his future position in the team would be further reduced, so he released himself.

"It seems you are fine."

There are still, how to show appetite in front of you? This is a problem.

Mo Mengchen slowly rolled the noodles with a knife and fork and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Since you are okay, then I have a problem." Dumas said, "You know the team is not calm now? You also know why it is not calm, we are not going well this season, obviously we have a better lineup Depth, but the game is like changing weather, good and bad, I don’t even know how to describe this feeling, Doug has no way to do it."

Mo Mengchen put a roll of noodles into his mouth, staring at Dumas playfully like a child.

What do you want to say, Joe?

Dumas said: "You and I know how to solve this problem. I'm too old. I can't cheer up the young people, but you can."

"Why do you think I can?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Dumas took a paper towel and wiped his mouth-it was terrible, Mo Mengchen had just eaten a third, the plates in front of him were empty, even the oil and water had dried up, this guy really did not disappoint the farmer Uncle, one No grain was wasted.

"This question is a little ridiculous," Dumas said. "I joined the team in 1985. There are already such a good guy in the team as Isaiah Thomas. I am willing to help him; the magician has just entered the league. The Lakers also have Karim. Such a great center; even Larry Bird did not become the team's boss in the first year."

"When you joined the team last year, I think you were pretty good; as soon as the preseason training camp was over, I thought you could replace my starting position; more than half of the season, most people on the team were already willing to obey your leadership; and the Bulls After the game was finished..." Dumars talked about these as familiarly as his own things. "Although our team has excellent players like Grant and Alan, you only use two-thirds of them. The regular season will make them bow to you, and with that, you can change the situation right now."

Mo Mengchen continued to roll the noodles, and then said: "What if I don't want to?"

Dumas asked: "Why?"

"A successful team is bound to be united. If we are in a fight all day long, we will eventually collapse." Mo Mengchen's appetite has completely disappeared. He really can't eat it, but it seems to have nothing to do with Dumas.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "I would rather sacrifice this season, but also to return to a stable team."

"Sacrifice this season?"

Dumas can’t believe it’s a player’s words~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mo Mengchen is like a mature and stable management staff. Facing the downturn of the team, he said hopelessly: "We Put it on."

But he is a player!

"This is a more exaggerated statement. I don't believe that our fans and the media will endure that moment; I also don't believe that those above will watch Doug sparsely play a good hand."

Mo Mengchen decided to give up these foods. He had already said to himself in his heart that it was shameful to waste ten times, but he still couldn't arouse appetite, so there was no way.

"Pay!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

Looking at the dumbfounded Dumas, Mo Mengchen patted his shoulder: "Be happy, Joe, the future is bright."

It's just that before the arrival of light, we will still go in the dark.