basketball never sleeps

Chapter 16 Abusive Vegetable Artifact?

When the whistle sounded for the end of the game, Mo Wen sat on the ground paralyzed, and finally won the game.

Remembering that there was still something to do, Mo Wen tried his best to stand up, and with the last remaining strength, he wobbled towards the direction of Larry Brown on the sidelines. As soon as he was about to reach Larry Brown, his arm had already waved In the past, Larry Brown's dilated pupils could even be seen.

But the gravitational force in the void pulled his consciousness back to his real body.

pity!

After re-feeling the full physical strength in his body, Mo Wen hammered the bed bitterly, just a little bit away.

If you miss it, you will miss it. Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future. As for now——

Excited, Mo Wen called out the personal attributes interface, and in the bottom item column, he saw the seven flickering badge fragments, and there was a reminder whether to synthesize them when he clicked on them.

"synthesis!"

Fluorescent flow.

Two seconds later, a plain copper badge appeared in front of his eyes.

Low-level badge "Defensive Deterrence": After holding the badge, interfering with shots will slightly reduce the opponent's shooting rate, and the holder will slightly increase the probability of ball holders making mistakes after close defense.

Badge of defense?

Mo Wen was a little disappointed.

Although in the dungeon or in reality, his foundation is defense, but his defensive ability at this stage is barely enough, and he wants an offensive badge to improve his finishing ability.

He works as a blue-collar worker in the dungeon every day, so he also wants to eat dumplings once in a while.

Who doesn't have the dream of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, and traveling through Yang with a hundred steps.

However, from the perspective of the development of the NBA, which pays more attention to "one trick, eat all over the world", it is actually not bad to further strengthen the defense, but the level of slight interference from "Defensive Shock" still needs to be verified.

Just do it, Mo Wen quickly got up from the bed.

Detroit in December has become quite cold, even during the day the temperature is below zero.

Mo Wen drove the second-hand Audi TT that he bought for $1 to the door of the detached cottage that Milicic was renting.

The Pistons players all live in several nearby communities. The city's police headquarters is located here, so the surrounding law and order is relatively good. For Detroit, where slums are gradually expanding, safety has become particularly important.

Mo Wen, who picked up the phone, suddenly thought of an ancient Chinese proverb he had learned before—"Huai Min is not in bed yet."

"What time is it and you are still sleeping, how can you sleep at your age!"

Mo Wen imitated Larry Brown's tone and said.

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the phone rolling down came from the other side, and it took two seconds before he heard the phone being picked up.

"Oh, it's you, boss, why is it so early today, okay, give me 10 minutes."

Milicic yawned and said vaguely.

It takes about 5 minutes for an average man to go out from waking up, but Milicic is more or less a delicate boy, and he has to tidy himself up every day before he is willing to go out.

Milicic, who was trembling, ran to the car and looked down at the time on his phone, then raised his head in pain and asked in unproficient English.

"It's only 7 o'clock, why are you getting up earlier when it's cold?"

"It's cold? That's where it goes. There is an old saying in the Chinese kung fu world, even in the hottest summer, you must persist in exercising in the coldest winter (practice during the three summers in winter and three summers in summer)."

Mo Wen said while driving.

"Hey, is that why you can fight so well?"

"If you were a reporter, I would say yes, but you are not a reporter, so I can only tell you, No."

Milicic retracted his head in disappointment.

"Why did you give the reporter a different answer than I did?"

"Then this involves the difference between dreams and life." Mo Wen shrugged.

"Just like the phrase 'Have you seen Detroit at four o'clock in the morning' that I often say, no one will believe me now, but no one will not believe me after I succeed."

"I get it, go to the fucking ugly country dream." Milicic muttered as if he really understood something.

When they arrived at the team's training hall, Mo Wen and Milicic were not the first.

Hamilton has started working out on the treadmill in the gym.

Hamilton, who was born in a running family, has a self-discipline that is different from ordinary people. If the weather is not cold, his commuting tool is his legs-he runs from home to the arena eight kilometers away every day.

"Morning, Hamilton."

Mo Wen greeted Milicic, Hamilton glanced at his watch in surprise, and waved his hand politely.

Throwing the training bag to the corner, Mo Wen and Milicic also started to warm up.

···
"Boy, are you awake? Why are you hesitating in front of me?"

"Yes, use your physical talent. When you can't gain an advantage in the confrontation, you have to try to find other ways. The old man's attack against the confrontation is just bullshit."

"Your shooting is still too slow, and you believe in your height, why did you hesitate when I just glared at you?"

"If you hesitate to take a shot against someone much shorter than you, Larry's spit will drown you."

On the empty court, Milicic wiped his sweat unwillingly, took the basketball that Mo Wen had snatched, and started to organize the next attack.

On the other hand, Mo Wen put on a defensive posture in a relatively relaxed manner.

The role of the badge on a rookie like Milicic is not bad. Milicic's shooting percentage in front of him today is much lower.

Milicic is a head taller than him, and his mid-range shooting is difficult to interfere after Mo Wen helped him improve his posture.In the past two days, Milicic's shooting percentage against his mid-range has reached 40%.

But today I don't know if the badge is more effective, or because Milicic, who got up half an hour earlier, was out of shape, the young man took 8 shots against him and only made 2 hits.

After playing a few more rounds, Milicic began to regain his senses, and used his advantage in height and weight to finish at close range.

"Boss, you can attack me and defend. I really don't seem to be in the right shape today."

Milicic touched the back of his head. For some reason, Mo Wen gave him a sense of defensive oppression that he could only feel when facing Da Ben today. This also made him a little uncertain when attacking.

After a while, Billups also arrived. Mo Wen and Billups and Hamilton, who had completed the daily running tasks, played several heads-ups, but the role of the badge was not so obvious at this time.

It's also normal that Hamilton and Billups are both veterans who usually shoot very resolutely. Their grasp and mentality of shooting are not comparable to that of Milicic, a rookie.

And the badges are only low-level badges. One day, they can get high-level badges in high-difficulty dungeons, which may be effective for stars on their level.

The objective evaluation is probably: an artifact of cruel cooking?

(End of this chapter)