basketball never sleeps

Chapter 69 No Mo I Don't Read!

The three-point attribute of Mowen Cricket 80 is not high, and the touch is not as explosive as the later Ku Hao and Buddha.In private, his personal shooting training is only 100 out of 74, and his shooting streak record is only 31.

His high three-point shooting rate in the game is largely due to the blessing of mental attributes and experience. He can accurately judge whether the interference of defensive players on him will affect his shooting, and there are very few shooting actions. It will be deformed due to avoiding interference, and coupled with the top-level shooting speed of the first hand, as long as you give him a certain amount of space, it will be difficult to effectively interfere with his three-pointers.

Last season, Mo Wen's three-pointer in the Pistons was suppressed by Larry Brown. He didn't take many shots, averaging 2.8 times per game, but his shooting percentage was as high as 42.3%. But with this shooting percentage last season, he was already the most accurate three-pointer in the league.

In the first two games, Mo Wen averaged 7 three-pointers per game, and his shooting percentage reached a terrifying 44%.

The reason why the Heat's coaching staff and Riley can tolerate his crazy three-pointers is largely because his three-pointers are accurate enough.

Because the potential of the potential rough stone obtained in the recent period has been fully charged, he has focused on adding points to the [offensive attribute] that has not yet reached the upper limit.

The "ultra-long three-pointer" that he always thought he couldn't get out, he cast 5 potential rough stones, reaching 70 points.

In the dungeon space recently, he didn't play very well, he just practiced ultra-long three-pointers, and raised this attribute to 68 in about half a month.

If it's a game, and it's not at the end of a single quarter or the end of a game, he definitely wouldn't dare to use it.

It has been proved in the system that if this attribute is farther away, the hit rate of even a large open space is only 33%.

For the average player, this kind of three-point shooting rate is already very good. Converted to two points, they can have a 49.5% shooting rate, killing the top four; however, it is still completely unqualified for him.

In this era, if he played like this in the non-critical moment of the game, he was really afraid that the quick-acting heart-relief pills of the old men on the coaching staff would not be enough.

However, in the current occasion, it is still possible to take out this "bamboo tube firecracker" to scare people.

Arenas dared to challenge Mo Wen, so he naturally had his confidence. Last season, he also shot more three-pointers than free throws. He averaged 6.1 three-pointers per game, and his shooting percentage remained at 37.5%. Guys like Peja and Ray Allen who take three-pointers to eat are not at the level, but among amateur players, he is definitely one of the best.

"Shoot a [-], step back, and get three chances per position."

Mo Wen bounced the ball and stretched out a palm.

"That's... a good idea, come on!"

Arenas was also a cheerful person, he directly high-fived Mo Wen, and then returned to the half court to start shooting.

"Hey, wait, look, Gilbert and Mo seem to be competing for three points!"

In the TNT studio, O'Neil interrupted Barkley and Smith, who were still talking nonsense, and pointed to the screen in front of them to indicate that they seemed to have a good show to watch.

"Oh, both of them cleared the field and stood in front of the three-point line at the top of the arc. Is this a three-point game?" Barkley rubbed his chin, his eyes full of interest.

The director also shifted the camera to the two at the right time.

It is not uncommon to compare three-pointers or dunks during the warm-up phase.

The fans on the sidelines also noticed the situation on the field, picked up the "peanut melon seed eight-treasure porridge" and started eating melons.

"UD (Haslem), please help me pick up the ball later." Mo Wen gestured to Team Harbin next to him.

The current "Harbin team" is not the "Mr. 305" (305 is the area code of Miami) who was very famous in Miami later. He has just been rectified this year, and he still puts himself in the position of the younger brother. He is not fed up with the first two games. Mo Wen of Shaobing even considered himself a "running dog".

The other players on the field stopped their actions and were all watching the three-point matchup.

dong dong——

The ball was slapped twice in Mo Wen's hands, and he took off—raised his arms—pressed his wrists, and the basketball crossed a beautiful parabola and entered the net hollowly.

On the other side, Arenas didn't make any unnecessary movement, and just swiped the net and fell like a basketball.

For the second ball, both of them took a step back in accordance with the rules, and their position came to the "Curry equal potential surface". They took the basketball from their teammates and repeated the actions of the previous round.

With their backs facing each other, neither of them could see the other, but at this moment they shot together with a tacit understanding.

Take off - raise arm - press wrist

Shua... Shua...
"Are they trying to make the farthest threes?"

Watching each take another step back, Kenny Smith knew what the game between the two was.

"At this distance, three-pointers are already very difficult..."

As soon as Smith's voice fell, the two scored again at the "Arenas-Nick Young Paradox Point".

The two didn't turn their heads to say anything, but just took another step back silently. Unknowingly, a chilling coldness had spread on the court. Feeling the atmosphere on the court, the cheers of the audience on the sidelines were much quieter. .

The position has stepped on the edge of the Heat's logo area.

The other players on the sidelines became nervous, but the two in the center of the light remained calm.

At this distance, Mo Wen's long-range shooting percentage was less than [-]%, but he was lucky today.

Swah——

Hearing the sound of iron striking behind him, the corners of Mo Wen's mouth twitched slightly.

Without waiting for Arenas to make another shot, Mo Wen took another step back and stepped on the Heat's logo.

The big shark on the sidelines has already stood up with the injury and retreat, ready to steal the spotlight at any time.

Arenas frowned slightly, and did not panic, but took the basketball and started the second attempt.

The adjustment time for Mo Wen and Arenas was extraordinarily long this time.

"Come on, Mo!"

The fans on the sidelines began to cheer for Mo Wen sporadically.

"Mo Wen has already stepped on the Heat's logo. After scoring this goal, he will take two steps back and he will reach the center line!" Barkley's body has changed from leaning back to leaning forward. Three points, even Meng Jin can be on the highlights.

After adjusting his breathing, Mo Wen's shot was still as fast as before, but the parabola had become quite high.

At the same time, Arenas also completed the second shot.

bang - clap -

Swah——

The basketball shot by Mo Wen bounced twice on the rim and flew away, while Arenas scored the goal after this adjustment.

"It's still a little bit worse."

Mo Wen shook his hand. With his current attributes, it is still a bit difficult to pretend to be big. The shot just now was obviously a little bit stronger.

This time it was Arenas' turn to smile.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because while he was hitting the iron, the fans on the sidelines cheered.

Hearing the sound of a basketball landing far behind him, when he turned his head again, Mo Wen was already standing one step ahead of the center line, and looked back at him.

"Is this kid so accurate?!"

Arenas's heart, which had been able to maintain his composure, finally shook.

In some distracted situations, Arenas hit all three shots in the back. He can occasionally practice a few of the regular two-step distance from the three-point line, but this distance is out of the scope of practice.

But what made him relax was that Mo Wen behind Mo Wen seemed to be forging iron too.

Hey, bad luck, a small loss.

When Arenas turned around, Mo Wen's shot one step ahead of the center circle just completed.

The basketball in the air seems to be glowing under the closer light.

No!
Seeing this very positive flight trajectory, Arenas suddenly had an ominous premonition.

bang - swish -

Basketball hits the board!

The cheers that had been suppressed for a long time on the sidelines also sounded at the same time.

"Roar!!!!"

The game has not yet started, but the Heat fans have already felt the joy of winning.

The spectators who came late even had the illusion that the game was over—wait a minute, isn't this the game at 7 o'clock? !
The Heat's players wanted to come up to celebrate, but Mo Wen stopped him. He pointed to the basketball that was still bouncing on the ground.

"Boy, that's enough, you win! Don't waste time"

Seeing Mo Wen retreating to the center line, although Arenas was not convinced, he could only admit defeat in front of the public.

"That's a win? Well, I thought we'd meet at halftime."

Taking the basketball handed over by Haslem casually, Mo Wen decided to give it a try in the center circle and pushed the ball with one hand.

This posture was a posture he often practiced in dungeons, and the hit rate was only about one-tenth.

After throwing the ball, Mo Wen didn't even think about scoring, turned around and extended his hand to Arenas.

Looking at the shooting in the distance, the same ominous premonition as before came to his heart again.

Before he reached out his hand in front of Mo Wen, the fans on the sidelines cheered even more enthusiastically than before.

"Sorry, it looks like I'm lucky."

Mo Wen tilted his head and patted Arenas with his outstretched hand. Before he could move again, he was surrounded by excited teammates.

"Invitation letter, invitation letter! Stern, have you seen it? Hurry up and send an invitation letter to the labor and management. This year's three-point contest, if you don't, I won't watch it!"

In the studio, Buckley patted the table regardless of his image.

(End of this chapter)