Michael Curry received the ball and made a three-pointer.

Go around the cover, get rid of the defense and catch the ball and make another three-pointer, and continue to make the effort.

Just after halftime, Mo Mengchen kept throwing the ball across the board and directly hit Curry at the top of the arc, and opened his hand and scored another three-pointer.

In this team match, Mo Mengchen led a group of substitutes to fight against the Black Team with Hill and Houston. Logically speaking, the opponent's strength was better, but Michael Curry seemed to be possessed by another Curry's soul decades later, and he had all kinds of three-pointers.

"What a hell, why is this guy's three-pointer so accurate?"

Houston stared straight, not knowing what magic Mo Mengchen had cast on Curry.

"Mo, give up, you can't get rid of me at all!" Hill pressed against Mo Mengchen and deliberately let go of his left hand.

Because everyone in the world knows that Mo Mengchen doesn't like to go to the left.

"Do you think you're smart?"

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen stopped and went left. Starting the first step, Hill, who was completely unprepared, lost. He watched Mo Mengchen pass by him and scored a layup.

He had no choice because his defensive focus was completely on his right hand.

"Your left hand... doesn't look as bad as the legendary one." This is Hill's judgment. Judging from this extraordinary and subsequent layup, Mo Mengchen's left hand is not incapable of attacking.

Mo Mengchen's goal ended the matchup, and he led the White team to defeat the Black Team with 9 points with four starters.

"It's so embarrassing!" Houston kicked the ball away and consciously went to the lap.

Hill said: "You haven't told me what's going on with your left hand." "I'll tell you when you finish running." Mo Mengchen sat down and said.

While running, Collins stood in the middle of the field and said, "Today's training ends here. Tomorrow is the game day. You must have a good rest after you go back and maintain your energy. Fans hope to see you play in a thrilling game."

As soon as Collins finished speaking, Mo Mengchen walked to the bench on the sidelines to sit down.

He picked up the idea of ​​being unable to make fun of, and found the name of Ephraim, a mobile phone with a sense of age.

It's the first time he's asked someone out to watch a movie after so many years.

What reason is good? Today's weather is good, it's a good day to watch movies?

I'm interested in you, let's go to the movies?

I think this movie is very stupid, let's relax?

More than a dozen excuses flashed through Mo Mengchen's mind, but he felt something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

"Isn't this a bastard rookie who has been running for more than ten laps? Why are you staring at the phone here?" Hill, Houston and others walked over.

Mo Mengchen raised his head and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"You haven't told me why your left hand is so flexible?"

"I'm not a disabled person, is it strange that I'm flexible with my left hand?"

"I mean..." Hill frowned high, why is it so difficult to talk to this person?

Houston said: "He means, why are your left hand flying/plane as skilled as your right hand?"

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, from the perspective of personal hygiene, punching/plane is not good for the prostate because there are bacteria on your hands at any time. If you don't wash your hands for more than an hour, there are as many as tens of millions of bacteria. Therefore, I do not recommend..."

"Shut up, who told you this!"

Mo Mengchen made Houston sweat coldly when he spoke.

"When I was playing the game just now, I found that there is no difference between you breaking through with your left hand and your right hand. If it is not an illusion, I feel that your left hand breaking through is more threatening than your right hand, but from a technical statistics, the left hand is your technical blind spot, and the left hand is your offensive blind spot. I want to know what's going on."

Hill was not questioning, he was just curious about why such a contradictory thing happened to Mo Mengchen.

"Are you all here?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hum? The teacher is going to class?

In addition to a few starters, others also watched it.

Mo Mengchen said: "For example, I am Grant Hill..."

Hill's chrysanthemum tightened, why did you say that I am here?

"My breakthrough is very threatening, but my three-pointer is not threatening..."

"Wait a minute, although my three-point shot is not accurate, I have a hit rate of 15% at least." Hill said with no confidence.

"Okay, my breakthrough is very threatening, but my three-pointer has a huge threat to 15% shooting percentage. As long as it is not a CP with a brain, you should know which threat is greater." Mo Mengchen said, "If I were Grant and I was not ashamed of having such amazing technical flaws, I would find ways to cover up my shortcomings and advantages in the game."

"I will give my opponent a fake data, and I won't let others know that my three-point shooting percentage is as high as 15%.

Mo Mengchen looked at Hill with a naughty face: "That's why, my left hand is so threatening, but the data cannot be reflected."

"insidious!"

"mean!"

"cunning!"

"What a terrible scheming, this person!"

Looking at the stunned people, Mo Mengchen asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I only hit 15%, how can I cover up this shortcoming? I can't do it at all, okay?" Hill complained.

"Why can't it be done?" Mo Mengchen asked, "If you are determined not to take action, your hit rate will be 0."

"Isn't that no threat?"

"You said too, no matter how bad your three-point shooting percentage is 15%. Although it is even more pitiful than the poor in the slums, it is not without threat."

"You can also continuously improve your shooting percentage in private. Sooner or later, your shooting percentage will rise, and at that time, there may be stupid guys who let you go because you never take action outside the three-point line, then..."

"My chance is here!" Hill interrupted him.

Houston kept shaking his head: "You guy is so cunning, but I like it!"

"I have another question!" Lor spoke.

"Say." Mo Mengchen said.

Lor pointed at his cell phone: "What are you doing when you keep staring at it?"

Mo Mengchen did not feel embarrassed when so many people were present. Instead, he felt that it was necessary to learn from others' strengths. Although these people were a little stupid, they must have more experience in asking women out than him. After all, he has not taken the initiative to invite others for a long time.

"I want to invite someone to watch a movie, but I don't know what to say."

"Oh ~~~"

Everyone's eyes shone with light. It turned out that the rookie who was arrogant and arrogant than rude and awe had something to do!

"It seems that our rookie is having a problem!" Houston laughed.

"It's a big problem." Dumas followed.

"You're having sex with her for the first time?" Hill deliberately used "her" instead of "he". (Note: "she" and "he" pronunciation are different in English)

Mo Mengchen nodded.

"yes."

"Tell us quickly, whose girl is so unlucky that she is actually attracted to you." Houston asked closer.

It was originally just a small matter, but it made everyone in the audience come over.

There is no way. Mo Mengchen is usually too high. Everyone thinks he is a god without emotions and desires. Suddenly, he finds that he is also a mortal body and needs the nourishment of love. He will also be troubled by not knowing how to ask a woman out, so he can't come and tease her, and by the way, see if he can help so that he can be kind to himself in the future.

Mo Mengchen gave Houston a blank look and said, "She is my neighbor, a lawyer, and she lives with her younger brother."

"Does she have a good impression of you?"

"have."

Mo Mengchen said it very sure.

"Ha! Why do you say that? Could it be that you are self-indulgent?" Houston said something that everyone dared not say.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him with a strange look: "If you think I would comment casually without figuring out the situation like you, I would be very sad because that means you think I am the same CP as you."

"Fuck! Are you asking for help?"

"Sorry, I just don't want to ask for your help."

"What did you say? Don't you know that I am the love saint of the Pistons? I am the one who gave me the nickname of Nightclub Unicorn. As long as I have a look, women will always stick them up like a slut who has taken aphrodisiac!"

Mo Mengchen simply ignored him: "In addition to this lunatic, can anyone provide me with valuable advice?"

"If she has a good impression of you, I suggest you relax and ask her out normally. First ask her if she is free tonight, and then tell her the purpose. It's very simple." Hill smiled.

“Yes, it doesn’t have to be too complicated.”

"You guys are all like this? This is not good, it's too hard!" A complaint from Houston.

Momontchen had blocked Houston, followed the advice of others, and called Ephraim.

"A gentle tone," Dumas suggested.

"Yes! This is very important!" Hill nodded.

It was weird to ask someone to come out to watch a movie under the gaze of a group of strong men.
To be continued...