3/4 halftime sprint: 3.66 seconds.

Bottom line break and back: 13 seconds.

Vertical jump: 30 inches. (75 cm)

80kg bench press: 13 times.

Fixed-point fifteen-foot jump shot: 20 of 25 shots.

Fifteen-foot jump shot: 18 of 25 shots.

College three-point jump shot: 25 shots in 25.

College Mobile three-point jumper: 19 of 25 shots.

NBA three-point jump shot: 24 of 25 shots.

NBA mobile three-point jumper: 18 of 25 shots.

This is the report card handed over by Mo Mengchen. He has no regrets in his personal opinion, and he has performed everything he can. In terms of this data alone, except for the NBA three-point jumper, he has nothing particularly outstanding.

"That all-around Louis seems to be injured."

As soon as the morning trial was over, everyone was having dinner at the restaurant in the center of Lille and someone began to talk about this morning.

"Ha, injury is also part of the omnipotence."

The short and strong black defender said contemptuously: "How unbearable is it to be injured during the trial? That guy really opened my eyes."

Mo Mengchen slowly cuts the steak on the plate like surgery.

This is his habit.

He always cuts the steak into various shapes, and only after cutting the whole steak into dozens of slices can he eat it in one breath.

He doesn't like to eat and cut while eating, as it will have no rhythm and will also affect his appetite.

"Can I sit here with you?"

Mo Mengchen raised his eyes and it was Lor.

"Why should I sit here with so many seats?" Mo Mengchen was really unfriendly.

Lor whispered: "Because I only know you here."

"Do you know me?" Mo Mengchen fiddled with the knife and fork, "When?"

"In the morning, when we were doing sprint training together, your name was Mo, and you were from the University of Washington," said Lor.

Lore did not give Mo Mengchen a special impression, and he really couldn't remember that there was such a number in the NBA.

This is normal, the flow of the NBA is too large.

"You're from the University of Washington. We played a game with Washington not long ago. Are you not here?" Lore asked.

“I’m already graduated.”

Mo Mengchen answered simply.

Lor was frightened: "Graduated? You...you are not..."

“Because of the injury, I only played for the University of Washington for a year; because of the injury, I completed my studies while recuperating.”

Mo Mengchen still answered simply, not giving Lore the opportunity to continue to explore the topic.

Lor looked at him blankly and asked, "How did you know I would be injured?"

"Don't you know the stupid question?" Mo Mengchen said, "You are not doing enough preparation exercises and your body is not relaxed enough. I think your thigh has been strained, right?"

"I don't know, maybe I fell down," said Lor.

After lunch break, the people participating in the training camp will have to undergo a test again.

The content of the afternoon test was relatively simple, which was to measure height, wingspan, palm length and width, stand and touch height, highest touch height, and tactical assessment.

Mo Mengchen's physical condition surprised the people at the scene.

"Height 197 cm."

One centimeter long? Mo Mengchen didn't expect that he remembered that he was only 196 centimeters, which was the data from three years ago.

“The arm span is 208 cm.”

The arm span has also grown by 3 cm.

"Mo, do you only play one guard?" asked Derek Cecil, the Suns' assistant coach.

Mo Mengchen said: "I can call the number one and number two."

"Your physical talent can also have great advantages when putting it in the second position." Cecil smiled.

"Thanks."

As for the length and width of the palm and the height of the standing and touching the height of the inside, Mo Mengchen is relatively mediocre. What is most amazing about him is the tactical assessment.

The person responsible for the assessment tactics was Jackson Shane, who had no good feelings for Mo Mengchen. He raised some difficult questions based on the idea of ​​making things difficult for Mo Mengchen.

"Mo, if it were you, how would you solve this problem?"

"Shot, I have a reliable shot, I can use the shot to solve the problem, but that's not the whole question, it's too complicated, or, you should ask."

Mo Mengchen's eyes were close to Xia En's heart.

"What should we do to prevent ourselves from falling into this difficult situation?"

Xia En was obviously the questioner, but at this moment, Mo Mengchen's tone, posture, and aura were like Taishan Beidou in the industry. His opening was authoritative and he dared not refute it.

Xia En subconsciously replied: "How to do it?"

"That's another problem, coach."

Mo Mengchen easily resolved Xia En's difficulties and won the highest score for his tactical assessment.

"JS, how is he?" Westfal.

Xia En never expected that he would be fooled by a newly graduated college student to speak.

"Even if he can't be an NBA player, he has the opportunity to be an excellent coach, this guy is extraordinary."

"oh?"

Not only Westfar, but even their general manager showed surprise.

They all knew very well how arrogant Shane was, and that Mo made such a huge change in his opinion in just a few minutes.

"What do you mean?" Colangelo asked.

"I have no comment, but we should temporarily leave his injury history behind and see how he performed in the matchup."

All tests have been completed, and the most important part is next.

Confrontation match.

No matter how good you performed in previous tests, if you cannot express the abilities shown in the test on the field, it will be meaningless.

It’s like some floor flows with great physical fitness. To put it nicely, it doesn’t rely on talent and has skills. To put it bluntly, it just cannot make full use of your talents.

It is a shameful waste to have a strong talent but play the game in the form of floor flow.

"Mo, Louis, Chris, Larence, Klaus, you five are in a team, wearing white jerseys."

"Jack, Atkinson, Kelly, Mikes, Jenkins, you five are in a team, wearing black jerseys."

"The game is divided into the first and second half, and the half is 10 minutes, and everything is carried out according to NBA rules."

When he heard that Mo Mengchen was not on the same team with him, the short and strong guard Atkinson, who had been gossiping behind his back, shouted excitedly: "Babys, let's start the game quickly, I can't wait!"

Mo Mengchen changed into a white No. 10 jersey.

It's a lie to say he's not nervous. This is his first game after traveling through time. His opponents are all college basketball figures who are determined to be in the NBA.

Perhaps only a small number of them can score in the NBA, but those who can stir up the situation in the NCAA are not ordinary people.

Although he has had three months of special training and has a total evaluation of 59, this is his first official game and it is inevitable that he will be nervous.

Before the game begins, both sides must shake hands and greet each other.

Mo Mengchen walked to Atkinson.

The other party's face was filled with a sinister smile: "Have you called an ambulance?"

"Have you washed your hands?" Mo Mengchen asked suddenly.

"Emmmm?" Atkinson was stunned by the question.

Seeing him like this, Mo Mengchen knew the answer.

He took the initiative to let go of the opponent's hand and wiped it on this training jersey belonging to the Suns in front of him as if he had stinky shit.

"Fucking a dog bastard!"

Atkinson sees the other party's actions as a kind of humiliation.

"I will knock you into incontinence, you skeleton-like waste, wait for me!" Atkinson said viciously.
To be continued...