Chapter 13 How to Start a Mission
The duel between Yang Mo and Mike Harris looked particularly boring, because Mike Harris could not defend against Yang Mo's strong attack inside, and Yang Mo could not defend against Mike Harris' attack from outside. The two of them scored a goal, and I scored a goal, endlessly, without any ups and downs.
This exposed Yang Mo's shortcomings. Although Yang Mo had amazing strength, his athletic ability was far inferior to that of black people, both in terms of speed and jumping ability. Even though Yang Mo's athletic ability was already very good among the yellow race.
The two played back and forth for half an hour, and sat back on the sidelines panting. While drinking water, Harris analyzed Yang Mo's skills: "Your advantages are strong strength, wide arms, and solid inside attack skills. But your shortcomings are also obvious. Your outside scoring ability is poor, and your ball-holding ability is strong but your breakthrough speed is too slow. Your explosive power is too weak compared to black players. Once you enter the NBA, your speed will not be able to get past any defender."
"Actually, my outside scoring ability is very outstanding. I am a three-point shooter in our school team. It's just that I suddenly lost my touch in the past two days." Yang Mo explained.
"If you are a three-point shooter, I think you have a better chance of being selected. After all, your physical fitness is much better than Novak." Harris nodded, and then continued in silence for half a second: "If you are faster, more explosive, and have better jumping ability, you can enter the first round."
The second half of Harris's sentence is actually equivalent to saying nothing. These things are almost all innate, and no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to enhance them within a few days.
However, Yang Mo took it to heart. Because he was also weak before, but now he is extremely powerful, right?
But...how can I enter that mission?
Yang Mo thought of this and quickly opened a pair. The six-pointed star was still there. But he didn't know how to open it. He was drunk last time. Did he have to be drunk to open it?
Yang Mo muttered to himself, and decided to have a few more drinks when he got home today.
If I can really improve my physical fitness , it will definitely be much more reliable to participate in the draft. At least I won’t have to be as nervous as I am now.
After a break, Wang Yuhuai announced the end of the training and the players left quickly as they did not want to stay in the training hall for even a minute longer.
Yang Mo stayed, he was not like those CBA players who just lived a life of idleness and waited for death, he longed for the NBA, so he had to work hard. People without umbrellas must run hard, his top priority now was to get his touch back.
Bang! Bang! Swish! Swish!
Yang Mo was alone in the empty gym, practicing non-stop. The more he practiced, the better his hands felt, and the more proficient he became in controlling the strength of his fingers. Unconsciously, the lights in the gym dimmed, and Yang Mo's feel had at least recovered to 90% of his peak.
Since she didn't know where the light switch was, and she was really tired, Yang Mo reluctantly left the training hall. After returning home, Yang Mo bought a box of beer and drank it bottle by bottle. After drinking it, she did feel drunk, but soon she fell unconscious on the bed.
I slept soundly the whole night without even a dream, let alone any dream mission.
The next morning, Yang Mo climbed out of bed, patting his head which was heavy from the hangover. He shook his head vigorously and muttered, "It seems that it has nothing to do with drinking. Then what does it have to do with?"
Yang Mo thought about it and realized that besides getting drunk, another thing happened that night. When he thought about it, he was immediately shocked... making love?
Could it be that there is some kind of mission that needs to be completed before love can be unlocked?
When Yang Mo thought of this, he shuddered and felt that this thing was too weird. But after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed weird. A ball of light fell from the sky and hit him. Was this... fate?
Yang Mo teased himself, and was thinking whether to have sex with Zhou Yiyi again. Although it was Zhou Yiyi's first time, he didn't enjoy it at all. He didn't even know what happened. He only knew that when he woke up, the bed was covered with blood, and Zhou Yiyi was lying naked beside him.
If this kind of thing had not happened to him, he would definitely think it was a fairy tale.
Yang Mo was just thinking about Zhou Yi when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was Zhou Yi who called. After answering the call, Zhou Yi asked Yang Mo to come over for training. Yang Mo agreed and hung up the phone. After washing up, she went downstairs to have breakfast and called a taxi to go to the stadium.
When they arrived outside the stadium, Zhou Yiyi had been waiting for a long time. She walked towards Yang Mo with a smile on her face, rubbed against Yang Mo playfully and shyly, and said, "Guess what surprise I have prepared for you?"
"I can't guess." Yang Mo shook her head, not knowing what she was up to.
"Just play well in tomorrow's game. Winning or not is not important. The most important thing is to show yourself." Zhou Yiyi said without any clue, leaving Yang Mo completely confused.
"What's going on?" Yang Mo asked puzzled.
"I can't tell you now, but you just need to perform well. Score more points, dunk more, and it will be good for you."
Zhou Yiyi deliberately kept the secret, but Yang Mo didn't ask any more questions. She just asked, "When are you going to tell me?"
"Tomorrow," Zhou Yiyi replied in a somewhat eccentric way.
Yang Mo really couldn't do anything about her. At this time, Zhou Yiyi's phone rang. She walked to the side to answer the call, then came over and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I can't play ball with you again today. My dad has called a business and asked me to manage it. I'm so busy every day."
"It's okay. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"Well, okay." Zhou Yi nodded, and then said, "I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight?"
"good."
"Then I'm leaving." Zhou Yi waved his hand reluctantly, walked to the car, and then sped away.
Yang Mo walked into the training hall, changed his jersey, and found that the atmosphere was a little strange. All the players avoided him as if he were the plague god, as if they were afraid of getting contaminated by something.
Yang Mo was confused by these people. Although they were not familiar with each other, there was no need to keep such a distance, right?
Just when Yang Mo was confused, Mike Harris came over, pulled him aside, and said, "They are going to isolate you and prevent you from playing."
"Isolate me?"
"You stole their limelight yesterday and offended Wang. They will definitely not let you off easily." Mike Harris whispered, "I plan to play in the CBA this year, so I won't talk to you later."
Having said that, he strode away, pretending not to know Yang Mo.
Yang Mo was completely dumbfounded when he saw this. He had never seen such a brainless athlete who could even play a political faction while playing basketball. With this attitude of "those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish", how could he play basketball well? If someone beats you on the court, you just win back on the court, but he actually played a trick of isolation. If this kind of thing gets out, it will definitely make people laugh.
