Chapter 424: Even More Powerful
Am I missing?
Yang Mo looked down at himself. He didn't feel like he was missing. But he thought again and it seemed like he had indeed disappeared from the eyes of the world for a day. Could there be something wrong?
Yang Mo muttered to herself, but decided to go to the hotel early tomorrow morning to avoid people misunderstanding that she had been abducted by aliens.
That night, Lu Xuefei carefully prepared a super-large bed, and then Yang Mo slowly fell asleep surrounded by ten beautiful women. There is no doubt that this feeling was extremely comfortable. For most men, this is a beautiful thing that they dare not even dream of.
The next morning, after Yang Mo finished washing up, Lu Xuefei arranged a car to take Yang Mo to the hotel. When leaving, Lu Xuefei left a mysterious sentence in Yang Mo's ear: "Brother-in-law, I will prepare the second step of the plan soon, you have to be prepared."
"Plan for the second step?" Yang Mo's spine went cold, and he shuddered instantly. He really admired this little devil Lu Xuefei. This time she was able to come up with aphrodisiac tricks, and who knows what kind of trouble she will cause next time. "Don't mess around, don't get involved in these things, I will handle it myself."
"You are not good at this at all." Lu Xuefei shook her head and said to Yang Mo very decisively: "Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. This matter is already in the execution stage and it is impossible to stop it temporarily. Just put your mind at ease and wait for my good news."
As she said that, Lu Xuefei pushed Yang Mo into the car, and then closed the door tightly, showing that she was unwilling to talk nonsense with Yang Mo. Originally, Yang Mo thought that Lu Xuefei was much softer than Lu Xueman, but she didn't expect that they were both strong and strong.
Seeing this, Yang Mo could only take things one step at a time. The worst that could happen was that she would just not drink at the next party.
When Yang Mo returned to the hotel, most of the second-year players had already returned to their respective teams. After all, the All-Star Weekend was over for them. Tonight was all about the All-Stars and had little to do with them. When Yang Mo returned to the room, he found that his cell phone and clothes were all on the bed, with a curly handwritten letter on top: You still owe me a party.
When I saw the note, I knew it was Westbrook.
Yang Mo smiled faintly, put the note aside, and subconsciously turned on his phone. He thought there would be many inquiries, but in the end, there was no one. It seemed that the news of his disappearance had not spread to circles outside the basketball circle.
Boom boom boom!
When Yang Mo was about to go online, there was a knock on the door. Yang Mo hurried over to open the door and found that it was Kobe Bryant. Yang Mo seemed a little surprised, but still politely invited Kobe to come in. However, Kobe did not step in, but hooked his head at Yang Mo and said, "Let's go and have a one-on-one match!"
"You can still fight?" Yang Mo frowned. He looked at Kobe's swollen fingers and said, "I saw on the news last night that you withdrew from the All-Star Game due to injury. How could you have the strength to fight me today?"
"For me, the All-Star Game is no longer important. The most important thing for me now is to beat you. "
"Sorry, I don't want to defeat you yet." Yang Mo smiled and shook his head, pointing at Kobe's swollen fingers: "I don't want to take advantage of you."
Seeing that Yang Mo actually rejected his declaration of war, Kobe seemed a little annoyed: "You mean there is no sense of accomplishment in defeating an injured me, right?"
"Yes." Yang Mo nodded without hesitation. He knew that there was no need to be humble when communicating with such a paranoid person. Being more direct would be more likely to solve the problem.
"Okay." Kobe gritted his teeth and nodded: "When I recover from my injury, I will definitely kill you with my own hands."
"Welcome." Yang Mo still had a smile on her face.
"Goodbye." Kobe waved and left angrily.
Looking at Kobe Bryant's back getting farther and farther away, Yang Mo couldn't help but smile again. Kobe Bryant was really paranoid to the point of being outrageous. To put it in a good way, he was childish. To put it bluntly, his emotional intelligence was too low. It was no wonder that he was criticized by so many elders when he was young for his winning-first personality. At that time, he certainly would not have guessed that more than ten years later, there would be a kid who was even crazier and more paranoid than him, and he never thought that he would fall into this guy's hands. He really signed those 1,000 autographs until his hands were soft.
After seeing Kobe off, Yang Mo returned to bed and lay there for a while. After an unknown amount of time, the staff came to ask Yang Mo to get on the bus and go to the stadium to get accustomed to the venue and to have the final team practice.
When he got on the bus, Yang Mo found that the players of the Eastern Team did not show much enthusiasm for him, and some even ignored him. Compared with last year, it was even more deserted. For a moment, Yang Mo couldn't help but think of the word isolation.
Generally, everyone is happy to participate in the All-Star Game, and there is rarely such a situation of isolation. The only time it was reported in the newspapers was in the 1980s, when Isaiah Thomas called all players not to pass the ball to Jordan. In addition, Kobe also enjoyed this treatment in the 1990s. He asked Malone to set a pick-and-roll for him so that he could deal with Jordan, and then... Kobe Bryant, who was selected for the All-Star Game for the first time, sat on the bench and never played again.
Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Yang Mo simply sat in the last row, put on headphones and pretended that everyone was air.
After a while, the last player got on the bus. Kevin Garnett walked up slowly with his bag on his back. He was the most senior player on the Eastern Conference team in this All-Star Game. He started playing in the league in 1995, when most of the players in this car were still in elementary school.
As soon as he came up, he greeted everyone enthusiastically, and all the players responded to him. After he greeted everyone, he walked straight to Yang Mo and said, "Hey, kid, you squeezed me out of the starting position, did you know that? Your fans are so abominable, they actually voted for you several times more than all the players combined."
Although Kevin Garnett spoke with a stern face, Yang Mo could tell that he was joking with him, so he laughed and said, "But you are still an All-Star, right?"
"Actually, I really don't want to play in the All-Star Game." Garnett sat down next to Yang Mo, put his hand on Yang Mo's shoulder, and said slowly: "I'm an old guy now. In two years, it will be your time."
"Yes, my time is about to come." Yang Mo deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone in the car could hear clearly.
cut!
Soon, there were hums in the carriage. It was obvious that Yang Mo did not have enough strength to convince the people in the carriage. At least in the minds of many people, Yang Mo's words were more like brainless nonsense than a spirited declaration.
Yang Mo didn't take the sneers in the car seriously. Garnett smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything. Although he had a lot of experience, he didn't have the final say. In other words, he just had a lot of experience and had never really dominated the league.
So, the car soon returned to silence, with occasional quiet discussions in the front, but the overall atmosphere was very solemn and full of fighting spirit. Fortunately, the bus soon arrived at the stadium, and everyone finally left this relatively closed space after getting off the bus. After Yang Mo changed his clothes in the locker room, he went to the stadium to train as soon as possible.
The moment he touched the basketball, he suddenly felt that everything had changed. He felt that the connection between him and the basketball was closer than before, or that he had more control over the basketball. And when he started to move, trying to break through and sprint and other difficult body movements, he was even more shocked. Because he felt that his body no longer had the stagnation before, and he could move freely and flexibly.
The awkwardness brought by the sudden surge in strength, speed, explosiveness and jumping disappeared overnight, and Yang Mo suddenly found that he could finally control these abilities at will. The first feeling brought by this was that Yang Mo's previously slightly obscure connecting movements became extremely smooth.
This feeling of doing whatever she wanted made Yang Mo feel refreshed, as if years of constipation had suddenly been relieved.
With a happy mood and free body, Yang Mo felt more and more relaxed as he practiced. Soon, he attracted Dwyane Wade who was doing warm-up exercises on the sidelines. Wade looked at him for a while and couldn't help but stare: This guy has improved again? I can actually see some cool and elegant feeling from his technical movements. Oh my God, my eyes are not blurry, this guy's movements were very stiff a month ago. Although he seemed to have a little bit of all the skills, the connection was always a problem. When he was double-teamed, he could only rely on brute force and speed to solve it. How could he be so cool now?
Wade was stunned, and Derrick Rose on the other side was also dumbfounded. He used to think that Yang Mo was not far ahead of him, and he still had hope to catch up. But now, he suddenly felt a lot of despair in his heart. This guy looked like a master, because his technical moves looked no different from those of Dwyane Wade, Kobe Bryant, Tracy McGrady, etc. And most importantly, he also had a body like a ferocious beast.
If this guy really learns how to pass the ball, who can stop him?
Derrick Rose murmured to himself in his heart. He used to think that Yang Mo was just a small hill in front of him, but now she has become a mountain that he must look up to.
Yang Mo himself didn't notice much about Derrick Rose's psychological changes. He was still immersed in the joy of having his body completely under control, and he didn't even think about how much his strength would improve. He only knew that compared to now, his previous self was like playing basketball in handcuffs and shackles, rigid and open and closed, not flexible and smooth at all.
