basketball never sleeps

Chapter 227 God said: Let there be light.

"So, is that Schultz guy sure he's leaving?"

Ray Allen asked, tilting his head in the bowling alley.

"If you have a 1% chance of getting 10 billion and a 100% chance of getting 100 million, what would you choose?"

As Mo Wen spoke, he threw the ball casually.

"...100 million US dollars, so why are you asking this?" After a brief thought, Ray Allen gave his answer.

"According to our elementary school math knowledge, the former's rate of return would be 10 times that of the latter, but most people only have the courage to choose the latter."

As the last bottle fell down, Mo Wen's brows changed from joy at the beginning to boredom and desolation.

Can any ball game in this world still be a little bit challenging?

"Someone once said that I spoke like a white person, but now it seems that you are more suitable for this evaluation than me. Why don't you just say "yes"? " After thinking about it for a while, Ray Allen suddenly felt as if he was also being ridiculed and glanced at Mo Wen.

"Um...oh, yes." Mo Wen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and this time he answered very straightforwardly.

Ray Allen's temple throbbed, and his naturally hanging hands were clenched into fists somehow, but in the end he took a deep breath and endured it.

"I have to admit, you're more annoying than that Bryant guy."

"I have to say that you have a better temper than Dwyane... If it were him, I would have pinned him to the ground by now."

Patting Ray Allen on the shoulder, Mo Wen walked towards the rest area with a smile.

Ray Allen fluttered his eyelids and took a deep breath before following.

"How do you plan to spend the rest of your days? Attend business events, play in the World Championships, spend time with your family, eat, drink, and have fun, and then wait until October to report back to the team?"

"What else?" Mo Wen looked at Ray Allen strangely.

"I organized a training camp and brought together this year's rookies and a few newcomers. I remember I sent you a message before, but you only replied me an "OK". I don't know what you think. You don't care about the team's summer league, the free market players' tryouts, and the team's offseason activities. You have your own life, but now you are the boss, and there are some things you must take responsibility for."

Taking advantage of his previous resentment, Ray Allen blurted out what he had been holding back.

Pursing his lips, Mo Wen organized his words.

"I was thinking, how can I explain to you in a tactful way that you have enjoyed two months of vacation in advance, and that I have delayed my vacation until the end of June for three consecutive years, and so far this year I have not had more than 10 days of complete rest time?"

"Just kidding, maybe you don't know, I was involved in the team's draft this year, and I also gave suggestions on the subsequent signings. I also asked Coach Hill to handle the team activities. As for the training camp, I didn't go because of the rule I set for myself before. I won't touch basketball during the offseason if there is no national team or commercial activities. Of course, I will still go before participating in the World Championships."

"Not touching basketball? Oh my god, I can't imagine that this is what the media said about the star who was training on his own during the holiday."

The previous explanations were all fine, but the last sentence was a little hard for Ray Allen to accept.

This attitude reminded him of his former elder brother, Big Dog Robinson, who was talented but unruly.

Big Dog Robinson could have had a better career, but in the end he only took away tens of millions of dollars and left behind only the nickname "Big Dog".

Mo Wen shrugged. Could he say that he played another series finals with the Haixiao brothers last night? He almost vomited when all the daily three-choice games turned into hell copies yesterday.

Other players need to go through certain training during the offseason to maintain their ball skills and feel for the game, but for him, as long as he is willing, he can choose difficult copies and keep the feel for the playoffs.

According to Xiao Rizi, he has now reached the level of the Salt Immortal (he has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice) and the Bridge-Crossing Monster (he has walked across more bridges than you have walked roads).

After spending half his life in the military, can't he enjoy himself?

"You may not believe it, but in the field of basketball, I have already reached... the very front." Mo Wen originally wanted to say the end, but considering that he couldn't say the whole thing, he still left half of it.

Ray Allen rolled his eyes and shook his head in disappointment.

"Kobe didn't get as arrogant as you back then... Also, how could someone who won the championship so easily still be serious and respectful?"

"Have you stopped considering the championship as your goal? If so, trade me now."

I didn't expect Ray Allen to lose his temper all of a sudden. Mo Wen was a little overwhelmed by his move. I was telling the truth in my sincere tone!
Looking back at Milicic, forget it, he has those clear college student eyes.

"Are you trying to say that if you were to go through what I'm going through, you would also be able to do what I'm doing now?"

"Haha... Never mind. Come with me to pick up an old man later, and then I'll go with you to your training camp."

The old man was none other than Payton, who flew over from Miami.

Payton signed a 1+1 two-way contract with the Heat last season. Riley's summer signings showed that he wanted to play for another year with the Heat to build a dynasty. Riley also wanted to keep Payton. If nothing else, at least he could teach Wade some point guard experience.

Although Mo Wen taught Wade a lot when he was around, Wade didn't absorb it well. He had similar ideas to Chang Kaishen. Why should he make something himself when he can buy it easily?

But just when Payton decided to execute the contract for next season, the agent who went to negotiate brought back a message. He saw a training camp plan from Riley that would start in September a few days after Wade returned from the World Championships.

Payton thought Riley's plan was a good one. After confirming it with Riley on the phone, he immediately turned around and contacted Rick Sander and Mo Wen.

After winning the championship, Payton went from a dream chaser to a normal worker - I can work for you, but you can't kill me! I can work hard, but you can't take my vacation!
Without Mo Wen's suppression, Riley has gone crazy for the three consecutive championships. He can't imagine what Wade's expression will be when he comes back and sees the training camp plan. He really doesn't intend to give anyone any vacation time at all!
What, there are still 8 days left for Wade?
Oh, that’s a lot, so real!

Mo Wen had no objection to Payton. Although the team's backcourt was already good enough, having an old guy in the team could still help him do a lot of things outside the court.

Not to mention that Payton was originally a superstar of the Supersonics.

Rick Sander agreed to Payton's request to join the team with a minimum salary without hesitation. As a symbol of the original team, going out to compete for the championship and returning to retire at the original starting point is a good thing that can sell feelings. It can also attract many old fans to come back if it is implemented.

"Hey here, Mo, oh and Lei, I'm so touched, I never thought you two would come together to pick up an old guy like me!"

The sky was filled with Seattle's iconic drizzle, and the core players of three generations of Supersonics gathered together and hugged each other in the rain. What a touching story!

The paparazzi who had been following Mo Wen finally took the picture they wanted, but it was too serious, which made them feel an indescribable sense of disharmony.

We are paparazzi, not honest journalists. Can you please respect our profession? Are you trying to persuade Kun to be a good person by always using all this positive energy?

"So, what's the plan next guys?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Payton raised his eyebrows obscenely and rubbed his hands.

Milicic, who was driving, grinned.

"To training camp."

Payton: ???
He leaned on the seat and looked at the two people sitting in the back seat in disbelief.

Mo Wen/Ray Allen: Yes.

clap clap-

Payton turned around and slapped the glass next to him frantically, shouting:

"Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to sign a contract with you. Let me go. I want to get off the car! I want to go home! Damn it!"

At least he could enjoy himself for a month in the Heat, but when he returns to the Supersonics, he is headed to the execution ground as soon as he gets off the plane. What a sin!
……

"you promise?"

"I promise, don't you know who I am? My girlfriend will be here in a few hours. Who the hell would want to play with a woman like you guys?" Mo Wen patted Payton on the back, finally calming down the old guy who was suffering from PTSD from holiday training.

Ray Allen glanced speechlessly at the two people who were arm in arm with each other, feeling indescribably annoyed.

Push open the door of the training hall.

"Guys, stop for a moment and see who's coming."

Forcing a smile, Ray Allen clapped his hands at the players who were sweating in the gym.

"Mo!"

"Wow, it's Mo!"

"Yo Yo! Let me see what the goddess of luck's illegitimate child looks like?!"

The players shouted out in surprise one by one.

Then Payton, with his arms open, was pushed aside.

After only three seasons, the Sonics no longer have a player from his time with Payton.

Neither is Ray Allen. The two of them were the original trading parties between the Bucks and the Supersonics and had never been teammates.

"Hello, Gary." Finally, Atkins came over and eased Payton's embarrassment.

"Hello... um" Payton wanted to respond to the person in front of him, but he couldn't remember the name of this person who looked a little familiar.

"Chucky Atkins." Atkins introduced himself helplessly.

"Oh, yes, it's you. I remember now, when I was with the Bucks..." Payton smiled awkwardly and exchanged punches with Atkins.

"I've never played for the Bucks..." Atkins' mouth twitched, and he regretted coming over to say hello.

Mo Wen is very easygoing and friendly. In the eyes of this group of rookies, players who have just been traded, and free agents, it is really not easy for such a big star like Mo Wen to call out their names properly without having met them before.

You have to know that it took them several days to get familiar with each other and call each other's names without any hesitation, and most people only called half of the name.

"Mo, do you want to come and train with us?" Guy, holding a basketball, looked at Mo Wen with fiery eyes, eager to try.

Mo Wen glanced at Ray Allen who was watching the show and shook his head without changing his expression.

"I have something else to do later, so I can't stay with you for too long today. For some reasons, I may not be able to train with you later, but don't worry, I will contact the professional team in Los Angeles to accompany you to continue to enrich your vacation."

"Gary will also stay, but don't expect him to train with us. But when it comes to giving us some guidance and advice, I believe there is no one in Seattle who is more experienced than him."

Payton raised his hand and squeezed next to Mo Wen.

"He's right. Don't count on this guy to train with you. From now on, an old man like me will do it for you... Let me tell you a secret. From what I know, he has two very professional and hot trainers, although I haven't seen them either."

"OK, guys, while I still have time, I can play a basketball game with you for a while and give you some suggestions. While I'm warming up, you can discuss whether it's a one-on-one match or a group match, or whether to do it all at once, and then what the order should be."

"Everyone come?" Tyson Chandler touched his head doubtfully.

"That's right, you can do any number from 1 to 5, and you can use any technique. You can try it yourself later to see if I'm just bragging or if I really have the ability."

Patting Milicic on the shoulder, Mo Wen signaled him to warm up as well.

Two years have passed, and he also wants to see how the real "boxing champion" who was discovered by him in the past has grown now.

Ray Allen took an indecisive number of deep breaths as he nodded to his teammates who were in an uproar. Since Mo Wen likes to brag so much, don't blame him for losing his dignity as the boss in a while.

He had not forgotten the experience of being completely crushed in the last duel with Mo Wen.

But considering that Mo Wen hasn't touched the ball for a month after the finals, while he has never stopped exercising, this advantage is on his side!
"Hey, that's enough for a while. Go easy on these guys, or they might not be able to handle it. I can't comfort them. Those words are too disgusting."

Payton held the player roster and looked at the group of future teammates who were still arguing with a little sympathy.

He was the most clear person at the scene about Mo Wen's strength. Wade, whose physical fitness was even stronger than his in his peak period, was defeated by Mo Wen. Facing this bunch of ugly guys and rookies who had no reputation before, there was only one consequence, which was crushing.

Ray Allen is not very useful either. He is half a level lower than Wade. How can he beat Mo Wen when he can't even make it into the top four shooting guards? He just likes to tell the truth.

"It's better to let them face the reality sooner. Let me tell you the truth. The people here are either selected by me, or they are traded for or approved to stay. There shouldn't be any useless people left. Just treat the rest of you as adapting to the job of an assistant coach in advance." Mo Wen said as he stretched his muscles.

"Ah? You chose it? This lineup? The management spoils you so much?" Payton opened his mouth in shock.

"Do you think I would take over this mess?"

"No wonder Riley didn't trade Shaq to keep you. You're trying to take his job." Payton nodded in relief. It seemed that Riley's unwise choice really made sense.

Ten minutes later, the training court was emptied, leaving only Ray Allen doing warm-up shots, while the rest of the players sat on the sidelines in an orderly manner.

"OK, it's dark, please close your eyes, the nightmare is about to start hunting!"

Ray Allen had an expressionless face and threw the ball to Mo Wen, but Mo Wen passed the ball back to Ray Allen.

Mo Wen clapped his hands and took a defensive stance in front of him.

“Come on, Jesus.”

Everyone at the scene knew that this was not a compliment. Ray Allen had previously filmed a basketball movie with Spike Lee, in which the "second-generation black actor" Denzel Washington, who played Ray Allen's father, gave Ray Allen's character such a name.

Ray Allen's mouth twitched, he leaned down and replied coldly:
"I won that one-on-one match."

squeak--

The sneakers resisted the friction of the floor, and the sound of the basketball hitting the ground followed closely.

The last painful defeat taught Ray Allen a lesson. This time, he did not hesitate too much. He seized an opportunity, dribbled the ball and pretended to rush forward.

Mo Wen slid along like a shadow to keep the opponent in sight, and when Ray Allen shook his shoulders to pretend to change his posture, he also waved his arm politely.

Seeing that Mo Wen didn't fall for it, Ray Allen didn't freeze. Instead, he stretched out his arms and held the ball, pushed off the ground with one foot, made a false move with the other, and then dragged himself beyond the three-point line with a shuffle.

Receiving the ball, staring at the basket, stepping back and jumping, everything was smooth as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times.

call--

Mo Wen appeared in front and above Ray Allen like a magnet that had been attracted all the way.

His pupils trembled, but with no chance to retract the ball, Ray Allen could only lean back to adjust the height of his shot.

Dengdengdeng-

Ray Allen, who was about to lose his balance, did three tap dance kicks before he could steady himself.

When he looked up again, the basketball, which was launched at an angle as vertical as an Indian rocket, was caught steadily by Mo Wen who turned around.

"You've made a lot of progress compared to last time, but your sliding step has an extra half step, and you bend and stretch too much when you step back to collect the ball. What counts from beyond the three-point line is the speed of the shot, not the height of the shot."

Mo Wen commented on Ray Allen's performance like a gourmet.

But Ray Allen kept his mouth shut and said nothing, he just silently went to the defensive position.

He didn't think there was anyone more skilled in this set of moves than him, except the guy in front of him.

Mo Wen, who was holding the ball, didn't say anything more, but -

Do Ray Allen's moves in reverse.

Swah——

"Did you look carefully?"

Many of the Sonics players off the court couldn't help but wipe their eyes.

The one who is... Kakashi?

Mo Wen received the ball and continued to play according to Ray Allen's direction.

Ray Allen followed closely this time, but was still half a step slow. When he blocked Mo Wen's face, the ball had already left the launching pad.

Swoosh——

After hitting the basket, the naughty ball finally fell into the arms of the net.

"Wow--!"

Mo Wen didn't say anything this time, but the performance of the players off the court spoke for itself.

Holding back the "F", Ray Allen reluctantly stood in front of Mo Wen again.

However, Mo Wen did not intend to remain inhumane. He made a three-threat move sideways, raised the ball and made a half circle, then made an abrupt tentative step and made a small elbow. Mo Wen left Ray Allen behind like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"Come on, attack! How can you defend if you can't even attack?" Payton on the sidelines slapped his thigh in hatred.

No wonder Ray Allen’s team didn’t perform well. This British-style defense is too gentle.

"Go ahead and grab his waist. Do you know what you have those nails for?"

"Your slap can't hit the ball, but it can hit his face? Just keep glaring at me and use that look to defend him!"

"Even if Dwyane's clothes were torn to pieces or he was dragged to the ground, he wouldn't be able to break through like that!"

"Why are you looking at me? If it were me, with my old arms and legs, I would let him break through and I wouldn't defend his three-pointer like that!"

Logically speaking, Mo Wen's consecutive missed shots broke Ray Allen's defense, but Payton's nagging made Ray Allen lose his mind.

"Shut up!" Ray Allen also has a temper.

Payton tilted his head and spread his hands. I gave you some advice, and you blame me for not being able to defend yourself?
Seeing that Mo Wen only had 11 points left to win by 2 points, Ray Allen became more and more anxious.

Fortunately, the basket, which was not very familiar with Mo Wen, rejected Mo Wen's buzzer-beating three-pointer, saving Ray Allen from the fate of being cleared out with one shot.

With Mo Wen letting the ball go a little, Ray Allen scored two goals. Before Ray Allen could get into the state of self-hypnosis, Mo Wen poked him back to reality with his eagle finger.

Giving you 2 points is so that you won’t lose face in front of other people in the future, not so that you can enjoy fantasies during working hours!
For the last two balls, Mo Wen did not start with a three-threat shot. Instead, he dribbled the ball, took a sudden step and turned his back to the basket, winning the one-on-one duel neatly.

Amid the encouraging applause from his teammates, Ray Allen did not leave the court immediately. Instead, he gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Wen.

"You lied, didn't you? You were practicing on your own before?"

"Sorry, I never lie to men." Mo Wen shook his head.

"Given your familiarity with the ball, it's impossible that you haven't practiced recently." Ray Allen said sarcastically, not believing it. Instead, he stared at Mo Wen with a look that saw through everything.

"You don't need to explain, and stop lying. The simplest evidence is in your hand. This is a new ball!"

The new ball that Ray Allen mentioned here does not mean that the ball is new, but a new type of ball under the new rules promulgated by the league before the summer trading market opens.

For the sake of environmental protection, for the sake of animal protection, for the sake of love and peace...the NBA will no longer use basketballs made of animal leather next season, but will instead use "new environmentally friendly basketballs" made of artificial leather using the same process.

Although the process is the same, the testing parameters are no different from the old balls.

But this is just as nonsense as saying that two people are the same height, age, weight, and skin color, so there is no difference between them.

Whether it is the feel of the new ball or the rebound force at different strengths and heights, there must be slight differences compared to the old ball.

Especially for players who play with the ball, they definitely need to adapt and adjust.

Mo Wen also knew this. He had used the new ball in the dungeon, but he knew that the new ball would not last forever. Even if the NBA changed its basketball supplier in the future, it would still use the same leather ball, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, I would have been surprised if you hadn't told me that. I was wondering why this ball felt a little harder."

Mo Wen clapped twice and felt it carefully. There was still a difference for him, but the impact was not that big.

In fact, basketball is not a high-precision industrial product. Even the game balls supplied to NBA teams have significant errors.

The weight of different balls can fluctuate by 50 grams, and the diameter can also have an error of 2 centimeters, which is officially allowed.

Compared with the "industrial pearls" such as ballpoint pen steel columns and lighter gaskets, it is not even a little bit rough.

"Is holiday training still an embarrassing thing that you cannot talk about?" Ray Allen was a little confused. He still felt that Mo Wen was lying and pretending.

"Forget it. I...uh, I can't promise you, but you can call Shaq. He played with Mo before. Shaq told me this." Payton took out the cell phone from his pocket and held it in front of Ray Allen.

"Lei, Mo won't play basketball during the holidays. This is a habit he had when he was in the Pistons. Besides playing with me, he liked fitness more. I can testify to this." Milicic also echoed.

Seeing the sincerity of these two people, not only Ray Allen was stunned, but also the other players who were watching the fun were stunned.

Without practicing basketball during the holidays, how could he beat Ray Allen so easily?
My sister can’t stand it!

No, man, are you from 2K06 or live06? Characters with numerical values? If they have numerical values, they have abilities, right?
Seeing Ray Allen's distraught look, Mo Wen pushed him to Payton and waved to the next one, Gay.

"I really like the look in your eyes just now, rookie." Mo Wen stretched out two fingers and gestured between their eyes.

"You can't help but praise me. When you look into the eyes of a star player, don't look down. This time I can see that you are guilty."

"Now I will teach you the first lesson in the NBA, which is also a compulsory course - how to face the failure that you are powerless to do anything about."

Guy wanted to say a few harsh words in rebuttal. He grew up in Baltimore and had heard countless harsh words, but he was so intimidated by Mo Wen's previous performance and the aura he was showing now that he just felt that his saliva today was particularly sticky.

"Only three times?"

"Don't be so rigid, just use all your abilities." Mo Wen smiled slightly, and his tone changed, seeming gentle again.

He exhaled and started with a regular triple threat probing step.

Mo Wen gave him the same respect as he defended Ray Allen.

Gay is known for his talent in the draft report and is called "Little James", but a more appropriate template for him is "Little McGrady". He does not have James' domineering ability to rush to the basket and finish at the basket, but his shooting is one level better than the current James and 1.5 levels better than rookie James.

With a big stride forward and without even pretending to pull back, Guy chose to believe in his own talent.

He has good talent and rushed to the basket and out of the baseline.

"Hey, you're breaking the rules!"

Guy smiled and pointed at Mo Wen's not-so-clean hands and feet.

"Listen, here comes the first knowledge point. Offense is always more active than defense, but before you establish a sufficient advantage, you must ensure your control, both of the ball and of your body, because the freedom of movement of the player without the ball is always greater than that of the offensive player!"

"Of course, this is based on the referee being fair."

boom--

Mo Wen threw the ball casually and slammed it down to give up the ball, then stood in the defensive position again under Guy's puzzled gaze.

In the second ball, Gay learned his lesson and used a change of direction.

But Mo Wen took two steps back and suddenly pressed forward, forcing Guy to transfer the ball, and then he quickly and accurately kicked the ball away.

"Second, if you meet someone who is better at passing and controlling the ball than you are, don't show off your dribbling."

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"Third, don't be afraid of physical contact, and don't blindly turn when you are afraid."

……

"Fourth, you have good jumping ability and can shoot very high, so don't aim for a high arc. If someone can block you, draw a foul on him!"

……

After ten balls, the "rebelliousness" on Guy's face had been significantly treated. He had not expected that the back-and-forth confrontation he had imagined would turn into a teaching game between an adult and a child.

"Have you remembered what I just said? Now let's get to the point. Number 11, feel the helpless failure, and then next, study and train."

Mo Wen came to the offensive position again and repeated the work that he had not completed on Ray Allen.

Guy still got 1 point in the end, and it wasn't because Mo Wen let him win, but because he missed the shot while receiving instruction.

Looking at Guy, who seemed to have lost all his yang energy, Payton comforted him warmly:
"It's not over, rookie, relax, you're only in the first grade, you have plenty of time and a bright future, this guy is just a substitute in the first grade..."

"Thank you."

Guy seemed to really feel comforted, and raised his head to give Payton a smile that was not forced.

"This guy, you have to be optimistic no matter what, otherwise, you will not be able to escape from his control in the next four years, hehe." Patting Guy on the shoulder, Payton also gave him a warm smile.

However, when Guy heard the word "four years", his smile suddenly stopped.

[Fuck, what's there to be afraid of? I can surpass him in less than four years! ]

Guy secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

Milicic, who came on the court again, understood Mo Wen's favorite one-on-one style the best, and the one-on-one between the two was the most exciting to watch for Payton.

bang bang bang-

The muffled sounds were all the sounds of muscles fighting against each other.

"No wonder people say you are the future hope of the white team's inside line. You are quite good at this, kid!"

"Look at Ray, this is what men's basketball is all about."

"Something fell, oh, it's a basketball... huh? Wait, you dropped the ball."

Ray Allen's mouth couldn't stop twitching as he watched. He finally understood who Milicic learned that decisive and ruthless behavior from. He had always thought it was from the boxing ring, but he didn't expect that the basketball court also had some influence!
After witnessing the intense basketball play between Milicic and Mo Wen, Tyson Chandler looked silly and fearful.

"Mo, Brother Mo, you mean what you said just now, right?"

"Do you mean?"

"…We only use inside techniques!"

"Oh, I understand. I know Laimbeer. When I was in the Pistons, I watched a lot of his videos to learn his skills." Mo Wen patted his chest to show that he was familiar with him.

Tyson Chandler is about to cry. What skills does Laimbeer have? Does he have the skills to beat black people?

"I mean the serious insider!"

"That's boring. Forget it. I'll just play with you for a bit." Mo Wen looked at Chandler a little disappointed. With such courage, you still want to be called Tyson? Are you worthy of being called Tyson?
Just when Tyson Chandler thought he could get through easily, Mo Wen kicked him in the leg.

Although it didn't hurt, it still scared him.

"No, why?"

"This kick is for Dream. Dream dance is not aerobics. You don't dunk or layup when there's an open space. What are you still shaking for?"

……

"Why did you kick me again?"

"You've got your butt here. With such long arms, you're still hooking the ball. Do you always get offensive rebounds like this?"

……

"Damn, I'm angry, you damn guy! Do you really think I'm afraid of you, fuck?" For the third time, Tyson Chandler twisted his nose, frowned, raised his elbow and was ready to act like a real man.

"..."

"Help, help, help! Brother, brother, brother!" After being caught by the grappling hand and then having his tendons stretched, Tyson Chandler simply knelt on one knee in surrender.

Mo Wen single-handedly brushed the main players, but when it was the substitutes' turn, they said they refused to do anything.

They all said that they would do whatever Mo Wen asked them to do in the future, except being done to by Mo Wen.

Seeing that the demonstration was effective, Mo Wen did not continue to force anything.

It's good to save some energy. Mo Wen knows what aspects the players on the field need to strengthen in subsequent training, and he can just let Payton watch over it.

Moreover, this training camp does not last the entire holiday. At least enough rest time should be left for the players.

If they really work non-stop, they may be able to hold on in the regular season, but if two of them get injured in the playoffs, there may be no hope.

In the subsequent group confrontation, Ray Allen, who refused to give up, made a comeback with several other main players who refused to give up.

As a result, the substitutes brought by Mo Wen were unable to defend against their impact of talent.

But their basket was broken time and again by Mo Wen and his untalented substitutes. It was even easier for the substitutes to score than their main players. "Do you really have special abilities that allow you to see through things?"

After the confrontation, Ray Allen asked Mo Wen in confusion.

He could treat everything else as Mo Wen's previous practice, but he had no way of explaining the tacit understanding between Mo Wen and the group of substitutes.

"If I had this ability, I would have gone to Las Vegas to make a fortune. At worst, I could have lived a wonderful life in Hollywood. Why would I still be here playing basketball with you guys?" Mo Wen rolled his eyes.

"So, what's with that ball?"

Can they use no-look-pass in their first collaboration? Ray Allen doesn't believe it.

"Oh, Chucky (Atkins) used to be my teammate. We worked together in the Pistons' bench lineup. I still remember his running habits." Mo Wen said casually.

Biting his lip, Ray Allen leaned against the wall, looking a little dejected.

"Before today, I used to think that talent was limited, hard work was useful, and I could change the world..."

Mo Wen looked up at the white ceiling and chuckled:

"Once? Once upon a time, I thought good people would be rewarded, justice would triumph over evil, everyone with a sincere heart would be treated well in the end, everything reported on TV was true, I could become richer than Bill Gates, and more powerful than the Secretary-General of the United Nations..."

"There are still quite a few people in our country who don't understand why I can't make more money than they can make in a thousand years of working just by running and jumping on the court... Maybe I am one of them."

"I'm not telling you any truth, because God didn't add so many truths to the world when he created it in seven days!"

Ray Allen smiled and nodded weakly.

The dark clouds at noon were pushed aside by the setting sun at some point, and the sunlight passed through the layers of buildings like a golden sword and pierced into the windows of the training hall.

Mo Wen stretched out his hand into the light.

"Did you see that?"

"Ok?"

“And God said, Let there be light.”

Ray Allen was still in a daze. Mo Wen took a step forward to see the time on his watch clearly. The golden sunlight covered his body like a sacred cloak.

"I have to go now. I'll leave this to you and Gary."

"Of course, it's an honor."

Ray Allen nodded, and his tone suddenly became like that of a butler in an American TV series.

Looking at Mo Wenshun's back as he left.

Ray Allen also reached out and scooped up a handful of sunset.

"God?"

……

"Why did you decide to come here early? Why don't you spend more time with the governor and his wife? You won't have so much time when you go to college." Mo Wen asked curiously while hugging his girlfriend.

"I miss you, I miss my man." Catherine rubbed against Mo Wen's chest like a kitten, and also smelled the scent of Mo Wen carefully.

"Okay, okay, I went to the team's training camp today and just took a shower. The smell might have smelled on you." Patting Catherine's butt, Mo Wen put her into the car waiting on the side.

"I want a hug too, brother-in-law."

Tina opened her arms and shouted sourly.

Mo Wen looked at the little devil helplessly. There were people everywhere outside, so he could only put his cheek close to his sister-in-law out of politeness.

"Go home first."

If mosquitoes are not a concern, a lake view villa is definitely the most ideal of all housing types.

As soon as Tina arrived, she clamored to choose a good room, while Catherine quietly carried the luggage with Mo Wen.

She didn't have to choose a room, and Mo Wen wouldn't let her choose.

Looking at the somewhat exaggerated 2.5*2.5 large bed specially customized by Mo Wen, little Catherine's face suddenly turned red and hot, not knowing what she was thinking about.

But fortunately, Mo Wen went to take a shower.

"The bad guy's days of doing whatever he wants are finally over." In the kitchen on the first floor, Professor Ruth, who was preparing dinner with Catherine, stretched and said with lingering fear.

"Don't be happy too soon. The soundproofing of these rooms is much better than that in Miami. That bastard can't get enough food anyway and he still needs our help." Although Big Catherine was complaining, there was obvious pride in her tone.

"Hehe, help? It's hard to say who will help whom." Ruth poked Catherine's face and teased.

"What do you mean, are you doubting my feelings for you?" Big Catherine grabbed Ruth's chest in dissatisfaction.

"I don't doubt it. I'm just wondering why someone is less and less willing to play with toys with me, and instead acts like a puppy begging for milk in front of that bad guy."

"You bad woman are trying to put the blame on someone else again. I don't want to argue with you. Next time, let's use the video recorder to see who has the bigger problem!"

Upstairs, little Catherine nodded with satisfaction as she found no trace of other women in the room.

"How's it going? Didn't find it?"

The sound of running water in the bathroom continued, but Mo Wen didn't know when he had already dressed and walked quietly behind little Catherine.

"what!"

"You...what?"

"Humph, you're lucky this time. I didn't find you!"

Little Catherine did not hide anything and openly admitted her behavior.

Snapped--

Mo Wen raised his hand and waved.

"I've said before that there will be a price to pay for making wild guesses. Since this is your first offense, I'll punish you by not letting you say stop tonight."

"You arrogant guy, just keep going. I will never lose to you!" Little Catherine said unconvincedly while hugging Mo Wen's neck.

"It's time to eat. Do you want to keep holding me?" After a while of intimacy, seeing that little Catherine had no intention of letting go, Mo Wen asked curiously.

"In preparation for the big battle tonight, I have to save all the energy I can, and then use all the methods I can to consume all the energy you can consume!" Little Catherine pouted, still hugging Mo Wen's neck tightly.

At the dining table, Ruth and Big Catherine were shocked to see the two people who looked like conjoined twins. They thought that Mo Wen had revealed his intentions to Little Catherine and wanted to play foursome with them.

Because during those crazy days before, Mo Wen had actually done such ridiculous things.

There was nothing strange in the atmosphere at the dinner table. Little Catherine and Tina looked at the three people who had lived there originally and none of them had any strange expressions, so they didn't dare to ask any rude questions.

However, after elder Catherine roughly guessed what younger Catherine was thinking, she was very understanding and suggested giving Mo Wen more responsibilities by adding an extra training item in the evening.

It was indeed extra training, a serious kind of weightlifting and bench press training.

Mo Wen didn't consume much physical strength, but he was completely provoked by someone who went into battle without any vacuum.

It's bound to be hard to sleep tonight.

However, the one who had the hardest time was not Mo Wen who could not enjoy himself or little Catherine who had to beg for mercy, but Tina who was walking around the corridor and eavesdropping.

For some tacit reason, Mo Wen and the two trainers did not lock the door, which gave Tina the opportunity to learn.

On one side is the knowledge of the two older sisters who are ahead of the others, and on the other side is the older sister's cry of happiness and fear.

At first, she would blush when listening to it, but as the sage time came, the feeling of loneliness of being alone would surge up in her heart again.

Little Catherine broke her promise in her expectations.

The script did not follow the originally planned process.

They were supposed to have a pajama shift and a Trojan War, but little Catherine just collapsed and couldn't get up.

The indignant Tina thought about it and decided to go straight A.

The door of the master bedroom was not locked. While the two were breathing steadily, little Tina, wearing the same pajamas as her sister, walked over in the dark, ready to kick her sister off the bed and then take her place to continue the second half.

I didn't want to just walk a few steps into the room.

Click—the bedside lamp came on.

Seeing that it was his sister-in-law, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tina, what are you doing in our room so late?"

"Brother-in-law, I just wanted to see if my sister was asleep... I'm feeling a little under the weather."

Looking at Tina's shy look, and then seeing that she was wearing the same pajamas as Catherine, Mo Wen didn't know what she was planning?
The pitiful feeling of guilt did not last long. After all, there was no reason to spit it out once it was in my mouth.

As for my father-in-law.

How many divisions does my father-in-law have?

No, it seems that California really has several divisions.

However, at this point, several divisions are no longer of any use.

"Come here, your sister is asleep. Your brother-in-law will help you."

Mo Wen didn't expect that the custom-made bed would come in handy so soon. He gently moved little Catherine to the side to make room for Tina.

"Brother-in-law~"

"Ah."

"Actually, my sister agrees with that kind of thing."

"...Have you ever considered that I might not agree?" Mo Wen swallowed and turned to look at his understanding fiancée. Girlfriend was no longer a suitable name for her.

"Brother-in-law, can you?" The veil was untied, and the peony began to bloom.

Mo Wen closed his eyes in pain. It was all fine. All the sins and causes and consequences should be borne by Him (duzhe).

As a newcomer to "Edogawa", Mo Wen's popular science was very detailed.

Several classic Conan theatrical versions must be watched in a specific order, starting with "Halloween Bride" and "The Fist of Blue Sapphire".

Next came "Red Lotus of Hell", "Detective of the Far Sea" and "Trembling Score".

The last ones are "Countdown to Heaven", "Scarlet Bullet" and "Fifteen Minutes of Silence".

Maybe the plot of "Fifteen Minutes of Silence" is too bland, my sister-in-law, no, now it's my sister who fell asleep.

Since Mo Wen's left arm was occupied by Tina, his right arm naturally could not neglect his fiancée.

But what Mo Wen didn't expect was that little Catherine, who was originally fast asleep, turned around with her eyes closed and crawled into his arms.

hiss--

The soft flesh around his waist was severely injured, and Mo Wen no longer had any hope.

Absurdity always comes at a price.

But just as Mo Wen was waiting for the subsequent trial, everything returned to calm.

That’s it, you’ve passed?

Well, judging from my sister-in-law’s words and actions tonight, it seems that I am also a victim of conspiracy.

His back, bent with guilt, straightened up instantly.

Without thinking too much, fatigue came over him and Mo Wen couldn't help falling asleep.

But he couldn't escape it after all, because others could sleep, but he would be more awake when he slept.

Mo Wen's panic did not last long.

After all, people who are not mentally strong enough cannot be scumbags.

It was legal, not proactive, and it was originally his stuff, he just took it in advance. Mo Wen quickly got over this issue with his conscience.

The Canadian gun king suffered a heavy blow because he forced people to drink and drug them, and also had sex with people in groups. If both parties were willing, it would be legal if they were of age.

(The age of consent in China is generally 18, with a clear red line of 14, and 16 for custody relationships. However, it is also illegal at 38 without consent. Please do not test the law! Say no to pornography, gambling, and drugs!)

By the time he came out of the copy, Mo Wen had regained his composure.

Start being a Qi person from today!

It was already past noon when the two sisters slowly woke up.

There were only two of them left on the big bed. The man who was originally standing in the middle did not go far away. The curtain reflected the back of a man doing yoga on the balcony.

"Okay, are you satisfied?"

Little Catherine glanced at her sister with a complicated expression.

Tina hid under the towel blanket and looked at the remaining traces in the dim light. The ecstatic feeling seemed to still erode her body.

"I'm not the only one who is satisfied. I heard you saying you couldn't stand it." Tina was not scared and looked at Catherine.

"Okay, you should go back after taking a rest for two days. This is a matter between your brother-in-law and me. Just treat it as an enlightenment education." Although Catherine had prepared herself mentally, she still felt indescribably complicated when the time came.

"No, didn't we say when we were little that we would never be apart?"

"But people always grow up!"

"Whoever wants to leave can leave. He's my man and I've chosen him." Tina wrapped herself in a towel blanket, closed her eyes and started rolling the knife.

"Then I'll leave?" little Catherine asked.

wow-

Mo Wen couldn't watch the show anymore, so he pulled open the curtains and put on a dangerous smile.

"I think I heard something bad just now. Who wants to leave?"

"Brother-in-law, please go and persuade my sister. Otherwise, after she leaves, I won't be able to call you brother-in-law anymore, and you will have to call her sister instead." Tina said mischievously.

"You wish! Mo is mine, no one can take him away from me!" Little Catherine stood up, pouted, and made a hugging gesture towards Mo Wen.

Mo Wen followed suit and sat back in the same seat he had sat in yesterday.

"I want a hug too. Sister, aren't you leaving? Mo is mine from now on!"

Looking at the two sisters who kept hugging him tightly even when they were arguing, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had really passed the test.

Oh no, it seems that Angsa's tactic of diverting conflicts and letting different groups attack each other is really effective!
But sisters are sisters after all, and Mo Wen is not the type who likes to watch palace fighting. Under Mo Wen's mediation, the two calmed down and finally returned to their original intentions, deciding to divide and supervise Mo Wen together.

What Mo Wen didn't expect was that Catherine had even calculated when she would get pregnant. As soon as Tina graduated from high school, the two of them could take turns to take over.

As for Schwarzenegger, based on their perception of their father's ability, he will probably be able to bid farewell to politics in two more years. By then, the governor is just a stinky old man, how can he beat their men?

……

In Las Vegas, a group of energetic young people embarked on a journey to Benzi.

"Dwyane, let me tell you, there is no reason for you to lose to him this time."

The boy with the headband on the plane poked the big cheek next to him with his arm.

"What are you talking about, LeBron? Mo is my teammate. We won two championships together. As for the FMVP, it was just that he got lucky and played well in the finals. What's the point of talking about winning or losing? But you...if I remember correctly, have you and Carmelo ever beaten him since you entered the league...even in one game?"

What breaks people's defenses is never reason, but experience.

Wade just wanted to make a joke, but the two young men with 100% optimism turned evil without any transition.

"Do you think you are funny?"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that you are also an accomplice!"

"Lock the door when you go to bed tonight, Dwyane!"

"No, no, no, you'd better not sleep too deeply!"

You can’t blame A-Jan and A-Gu for their bad mentality.

There is no need to think carefully, as long as they close their eyes, any image that they can associate with Mo Wen cannot be a good thing!

Agua's 58 is still talked about from time to time, and although James did not lose as badly as Agua, he lost more times.

From the initial summer league, to the regular seasons, to the just-concluded playoffs, he seemed to have always lived in Mo Wen's shadow.

Defeat Mo Wen and get rid of your inner demons!
This should be their biggest goal in joining the Dream Team VI besides winning the championship.

……

In this World Championships in Japan, apart from the Dream Team 6, the most watched team should be the Chinese team led by Mo Wen and Yao Ming.

To the disappointment of many fans, although Mo Wen appeared on the roster, he did not come with the team.

Mo Wen had released the news before, that he would let other teammates train in the group stage first, and then come back to lead the team to the championship in the knockout stage, so the media did not hold on to this matter.

This year's World Championships will have a top-6 to top-4 competition. As long as the teams are not the bottom two, they can advance to the knockout stage. There is really no need for Mo Wen to participate in this "low-end" competition.

The Chinese team now has four players who have entered the NBA: Yao Ming, Wang Zhizhi, Yi Jianlian, and Sun Yue. Even if they are placed in the "death group" with the United States, Puerto Rico, Italy, and Slovenia, they should still be able to win two games, right?

But unexpectedly, without Mo Wen's organization, the Chinese men's basketball team's first game against Puerto Rico was extremely difficult.

Harris also knew the quality of these CBA guards and did not arrange overly complicated tactics. He used Dazhi, who had studied in the Kings for two years, as the axis, put Abdul-Jabbar at the third position as a fast break counterattack point and mid-range space point, and used Yao Ming as the spearhead, focusing on the inside.

The outside players are mainly responsible for dribbling the ball across half court, assisting in receiving passes and creating space for three-pointers.

But what is confusing is that until halftime, several outside three-point points had not been opened. In the third quarter, the only two three-pointers made by the Chinese team were shot by Yao Ming and Dazhi respectively.

Several rotations of guards were all lost. Chen Jianghua, who was expected to be the focus of training, only saw his playing time increase on the stat sheet. Several guards seemed to have lost their positioning. They were not as accurate as Yao Ming in breaking into the basket, and none of their three-pointers went in. It felt like the Chinese team was playing three against five on the court with two cheerleaders.

Yao Ming and the enhanced version of Dazhi were indeed tough enough. They fought back 2 points at a time despite Puerto Rico's three-point rain, and even took the lead at one point.

But in the end, Yao Ming and Dazhi were fouled out five times in succession, which made all the previous efforts go to waste. The remaining players couldn't hold on and were swept away in one wave.

Losing to Puerto Rico was not the end of the world, but they then faced the resentful Dream Team 7.

The Dream Team 7 originally wanted to quickly defeat Dazhi and Dayao just like they did in the last game against Puerto Rico, and then give them a bloody beating to avenge the shame of the Chinese team taking away their Olympic bronze medal in the Athens Olympics.

But the Chinese shooters who only scored one three-pointer at the end of the last game returned in this game.

王仕鹏5中3，张庆鹏4中2，刘炜3中1。

The three-point output does not seem to be much, but the outside shooting has never been the main attacking direction of the Chinese team.

With the US team being pinned down on the outside and not daring to retreat, how could Yao Ming be described as free?

The US team is not without a center who can limit Yao Ming. Brad Miller is on their bench.

However, in order to achieve the ultimate fast break speed, the Dream Team 7 still chose to make "Happy Beast" Howard as the main force.

Later, when Coach K saw that Happy Beast seemed to want to pass on happiness to Yao Ming, he did not replace Miller, but instead used "Ship King" Brand to take over.

Mo Wen didn't quite understand Coach K's thinking. The only use Miller could have in the Dream Team's 7 lineup was to support Yao Ming. If he were replaced by another team's inside player, Miller's value would be even lower. Mo Wen didn't know that Miller had won over Arenas in the competition for the spot.

Yi Jianlian had several highlights in today's game. In addition to making multiple consecutive mid-range shots when Yao Ming attracted a double-team, he also served Wade and Melo with hot pot on the defensive end, which Yao Ming did not have time to give them a taste.

However, as the game progressed, the physical disadvantage of the national team players became apparent. In the second half, the Dream Team 7 intensified their full-court press, and the mistakes that spread from the back line affected the operation of the entire tactical system.

Harris and Jonas were helpless as they saw more and more mistakes. The gap between the players could no longer be made up by tactics. If Mo Wen couldn't come, only Liu Wei could withstand this tight defense.

The Dream Team fought unscrupulously until the very last minute, but the 20-point difference was not a tragedy.

Domestic fans even felt that the players did a good job. They only lost by more than 20 points when Mo Wen was not there, and it is not impossible for them to win if he comes back.

This year's Dream Team 7 has a much better start than the previous Dream Team 6.

Although they are not as good as their predecessors in the 90s who crushed the opponent all the way, they can still win steadily.

In the third game, the national team easily defeated the only weak team in the group, Senegal from Africa, and then won Slovenia with difficulty. Before the final round against Italy, Mo Wen returned.

Compared to playing against the American team, Mo Wen is more interested in this Italian team.

He has not forgotten that the national team was eliminated due to a black whistle at the Olympics two years ago.

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Of course, it is not such a big issue whether or not to play this game, because even if they lose, the Chinese team can still qualify based on the points calculation rules within the group, and if they win, it is just an extra layer of insurance.

The Italian team did not expect Mo Wen to suddenly return in this game.

At the beginning they still had hope, thinking that Mo Wen had not practiced with the team and would not be able to integrate seamlessly, so they just had to try their best to lock down Mo Wen's offense.

But reality gave them a loud slap in the face——

Mo Wen's 8 assists in the first quarter directly broke the single-quarter assist record in the World Championships, and also helped the Chinese team establish a 10-point advantage in the first quarter.

For a top point guard, there is never any stagnation in working with a top center.

Italy's strength is their relatively stable group of three-point shooters. Their inside strength is relatively weak, almost at the same level as Yao Ming's toys.

In order to catch up as quickly as possible, Italy's shooters were forced to shoot many impatient three-pointers in the second quarter. The national team relied on the advantage of rebounding in the interior and played steadily. With Mo Wen's command, everyone had a good sense of direction, and with a calm mentality, the gap between the two teams was further widened.

Before halftime, the Chinese team had already won by 20 points and played like the Dream Team.

In the third quarter when the national team had its usual problems, because the ball was still in Mo Wen's hands, everyone was not confused as before and continued the state of the first half.

Until the end of the fourth quarter, after the substitutes were brought in, the national team was still able to maintain a lead of more than 40 points!
Italy lost by only 46 points in the end, and it would be difficult for them to replicate their performance in the Athens Olympics without the whistle.

After the group stage, the next step is a knockout match similar to March Madness to determine the winner. Fortunately, the Chinese team is still in the same division as the United States as in history.

In the first round of the knockout stage, the Chinese team defeated Angola 75:61 without much effort.

The opponent in the second round is Nowitzki, who had just said goodbye to Mo Wen not long ago.

Germany has Nowitzki, but only Nowitzki. Their role players are a little better than the domestic CBA stars, but they are far from making up for the overall gap.

Just when the Chinese team was waiting for the Dream Team 7 to reunite in the semi-finals to fight again on the top of the Forbidden City.

The Dream Team 7 is gone——

The highly anticipated Dream Team 7 lost unexpectedly to the Greek team in a one-match match.

Historically, the Dream Team 7 lost to the Greek team in the final, so at least there is still a possibility of competing for the bronze medal.

But this time, they met the Greek team in the quarter-finals and could go home directly after losing.

Mo Wen originally thought that the Dream Team 7 lost because of bad luck, which allowed the Greeks to score a lot of three-pointers.

But that’s not the case. Although those strong centers of Greece run a little slowly, they are extremely effective in pick-and-roll in positional battles.

If you can get around me, I will use your lack of tacit understanding to rotate you. If you can't get around me, you will take my fatal three-pointer.

The two strong men were also very effective when they were standing still to defend against the Dream Team 7's charge.

Old K also emphasized defense, but the cost of defense was sacrificing the opportunity for fast breaks. They could have chosen to use fast breaks to break through from the side, but they chose to fight head-on.

In order to mobilize these big men without fast breaks, three-pointers are needed, but K did not bring many shooters this time. Jon Jones and Jamison both have good shooting range, but their positions overlap with James, Wade and Gua.

Not to mention that two years after the NBA cancelled the hand test, the shooting environment is very different from before.

And the ever-changing ball-handling core of the Dream Team 7, Wade, James, Melo, Hinrich, Paul, without a clear goal. K's words "team basketball" gave the players a lot of freedom, and then the team's offensive system was torn apart.

If we really analyze it in detail, the reasons for the failure of Dream 7 may not even be covered in a paper of tens of thousands of words.

American fans were certainly outraged, but it wasn't to the point of the sky falling.

The United States has missed the World Championship finals for three consecutive years, and it has become a habit.

Mo Wen was also very sad about this, as this was the battle that would make him famous that he had always been looking forward to.

Zhan, Wei and Gua fought against Lu Bu, and then he killed him with one sword.

What a wonderful script!

They were all ruined by this hook-arrow reality!
What’s even more surreal is that after playing against the Dream Team, Greece seemed to have been drained dry and simply withered.

The national team made it to the finals without any bloodshed.

Before Chinese fans could be happy for long, something even more fantastic happened.

The absolute core of the Spanish team that made it to the finals, Pau Gasol, is injured!

Mo Wen could no longer remember how many times this World Championships had been won without a single drop of blood.

But the fact is, they walked onto the podium in such a dramatic manner.

It was so easy to win the first world championship in the history of Chinese men's ball.

No, what about My Struggle?

Where's my passion?
Where is my all-out effort and that cool buzzer-beater in the final seconds?
Why did it just get sent directly to him?
Standing on the podium, he looked at the MVP trophy that inexplicably landed in his hands, the medal that inexplicably hung around his neck, and the inexplicable looks from the audience around him.

Mo Wen suddenly woke up.

Oh no, I'm so lucky!
No, I want to work hard. Who the hell wants to attribute their success to luck?
Fuck your luck, fuck it!
……

"LeBron, do you think there is anyone in this world who is this lucky?"

In a private club in New York, a drunk and dazed Melon watched Mo Wen lift up the trophy that they had been discussing who should be given to.

"3 championships, 2 FMVPs, 1 World Championship, 1 Olympic bronze medal, and he only played for three years! Damn it!"

Melon slammed the table, but his wanton venting did not lead to his dissatisfaction. Instead, the overturned wine bottle spilled all over him, making him look even more embarrassed.

"You're drunk, Carmelo." James helped Anthony up and put him on the sofa in the back.

He took another shot of tequila from the bar and drank it one glass after another while watching the interview on TV.

　Don’t think the plot of the World Championships is exaggerated. In fact, it was very similar. After Greece played the Dream Team 47, they couldn’t play basketball anymore. In the end, Greece lost 70: to Spain.

　　In the end, everything seemed to be wrong for Greece except its defense.

　　I had been planning to post one chapter last night and one chapter today, but I couldn’t make up my mind, so I’ll just post it right away.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)