Basketball: Versatile shooting guard

In this way, Lan Mo spent almost three hours here, and the outside time was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Lan Mo felt that he could get used to it a little bit now, but he didn't have the kind of panting after just two runs.

He finished all three oxygen bottles, and then said to Tiannao, "Tiannao, take me away, it's time to go home."

Lan Mo stepped into the black hole again, and the place where he came back was still the toilet he left.

Lan Mo appeared out of nowhere, but fortunately he had a lock for the toilet, and told the outside that someone was using it.

If someone happens to be using this toilet, and Lan Mo suddenly appears like a ghost kicking like a ghost, it can't scare people's shit out.

It's not right, he seems to be shitting, he should pass out with the shit still in mid-air.

After walking out of the toilet, Lan Mo returned to the training hall, while everyone had already started packing up and going home.

Bridges carried his bag and walked out of the locker room passage. He spotted Lan Mo with his eyes, and quickly walked forward: "Hey, where have you been? I haven't seen you for several hours."

Lan Mo scratched his head and explained to him that he went to the toilet.

"Going to the toilet for more than three hours, you're a bit powerful, you boy."

"Uh, maybe I broke my stomach after eating haha."

"Okay, here's your coffee, I'll go first." Bridges waved his hand, and then walked towards the outside of the arena.

Lan Mo looked at the canned coffee in his hand. It was supposed to be ice cold, but because Lan Mo had been away for too long, and the weather was getting hotter now, the coffee was already warm.

"Crack." Lan Mo opened the coffee and let it dry in one gulp, his head became more refreshed.

[Lan Mo, because you were training in a simulated environment just now, your cardiopulmonary function has improved, please continue to work hard. 】

The voice of Tiannao sounded in Lan Mo's mind. He didn't expect that he had trained there for three hours, and he had actually strengthened his heart and lung function.

This was a surprise, but fortunately, he now had a lot of reward points, so it would not be a problem to stay there for a few days.

Lan Mo glanced at the schedule, there are still two days before the game against the Nuggets.

He planned to train here for the past two days, so that he could adapt to the plateau competition environment as soon as possible.

So he directly asked for two days off with the coach on the grounds that he was going to a place for devil training.

Vaughan thought it was Lan Mo's unique training method, so he let him go without paying too much attention.

In their first game against the Nuggets in Brooklyn, they were going to Denver as a visiting team. They didn't expect the Devil to meet him so soon at home.

When Lan Mo returned home, he could smell the aroma of food as soon as he opened the door.

"I'm back." Lan Mo opened the door, then walked to the kitchen door, and asked, "Xiaoxue, what are you cooking?"so fragrant. "

Zheng Xue held a spatula, wore an apron around her waist, and tied up a high ponytail, like a good wife and mother.

"You're back. I'm making braised pork with preserved vegetables, and I've squatted pig's trotters. Finally, I can fry some green vegetables."

"Okay, I'll wash my hands first." Lan Mo didn't know why, and subconsciously squeezed Zheng Xue's elastic face.

After walking out of the kitchen, I realized that my behavior just now was too intimate.

"I c, what did I do?"

In the kitchen, Zheng Xue's hands froze, and her face suddenly blushed.

"Just now, Lan Mo touched my face just now!"

It was as red as an apple in an instant, but Lan Mo had already left and didn't notice her condition.

After dinner, Lan Mo took the initiative to do the work of washing the dishes. He asked Zheng Xue to take a bath first to wash off the smell of oily smoke on his body.

Then it was Lan Mo's turn. He passed by Zheng Xue, looking at Zheng Xue who was wiping her hair with a towel, a special feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Maybe, you can try..."

However, he has been training for a day, and he is no longer able to think about more things. Lan Mo just wants to go back to the room, lie down in the recuperation cabin, and enjoy it.

"Zheng Xue, I'm going to sleep first."

Lan Mo said something to Zheng Xue who was sitting in the living room watching American dramas.

"Okay, good night, Xiaomo."

"OK, good night."

After closing the door, he couldn't wait to pull out the recuperation cabin from the corner, pressed the switch, watched the door open, and then lay down inside.

"closure."

"Set eight hours."

【closed. 】

[Eight hours, the setting is complete, please relax the host. 】

The machine-like cold voice responded to him, and according to what it said, Lan Mo emptied his brain.

Lan Mo has been trained in a simulated environment, which has brought him great benefits. It would be great if his teammates could come together.

In this way, they will not be afraid of the competition environment in the plateau area. Unfortunately, he can't tell others about the existence of Tiannao.

In this way, you will violate the rules, and the price will be unimaginable.

Therefore, this is the biggest secret he has buried in his heart, and he may not tell it until he is buried.

Upon waking up, the barn door opened by itself at the end of the time, and Lan Mo didn't just sleep for eight hours.

He walked out of the recuperation cabin, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and saw that it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and he went to bed at nine o'clock last night.

He walked out of the room, as expected, Zheng Xue got up earlier than himself, and made breakfast there early.

"Thank you, Xiaoxue."

"What a pity, go wash up and have breakfast."

Lan Mo's plan for today is to keep practicing in the simulation training room, as long as people don't die, they will practice until they die.

But now that he entered here, he no longer feels uncomfortable physically as he did at the beginning, and it is very difficult to breathe.

In the absence of exercise, he is as good as he is on the plains.

Start with basic stretching. After stretching, Lan Mo starts to run back and forth 10 times.

When his body started to heat up, he went to Tiannao to ask for a basketball, and began to place many obstacles on the court to simulate enemies standing in front of him.

Several times in a row, Lan Mo only suffered from shortness of breath, not so tired that he needed to inhale oxygen.

Then came the shot drill, shooting from the basket, first 100 shots, then the free throw line, followed by three-pointers from five different positions.

It took several hours after this set up, but Lan Mo always felt a little off.

"It feels weird there, but I can't tell."

[Because there is no opponent? 】

Suddenly, Chaonao appeared beside him, and Lan Mo was taken aback, clutching his frightened little heart and taking a few steps back.

"Damn it, big sister, do you make no sound when you walk?"

【Are you stupid? I'm not human. Where does the sound of walking come from? 】

"It seems to be the same. I can't find anything wrong with it."

"Why are you here?" Lan Mo asked Chaonao suspiciously, Chaonao stepped forward and pointed his finger at his forehead.

[Sister can't come to see you, you should feel happy when I come to see you. 】

"Happiness? I don't feel it."

However, what Chaonao seemed to say was right, it solved the confusion in his heart, he lost a partner for training.

In the outside world, he has not yet trained with his teammates or trainers. He now needs a partner to see if he can compete in this plateau environment.

"Chaonao, be my training partner." Lan Mo stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and said in a requesting tone.

When she heard it, the corners of her mouth suddenly opened to the side of her ears, looking very weird.

[Hey, please beg me! 】

"Please, sister."

[Very well, I refuse! 】

"Fuck you, get out!" Lan Mo outputted in vain.

Chaonao was just about to propose some conditions as a reward for her training partner, but at this time Tiannao intervened.

[You don't need her to help you, I can build you a sparring robot for you. 】

"Supporting robot? How's your strength?" Lan Mo was more concerned about this.

[It can be strong or weak, you can choose by yourself. 】

"Well, that's not bad. Give me a whole one!"

After all, with a wave of Tiannao's hand, he looked very ordinary, so ordinary that he couldn't appear in front of Lan Mo in front of ordinary male human beings.

He was set to be black by Tiannao, probably because most of the NBA is black.

sparring robot

Height: 200cm

Weight: 90kg

Arm span: 210cm

Position: Swingman

Is it: Difficult

This difficulty is set by the system based on Lan Mo's current ability to adapt to this environment.

If it were an ordinary venue, he would definitely give Lan Mo a level of hell.

Both Tiannao and Chaonao adhere to a principle, if they can make Lan Mo unhappy, they feel that they can't make him happy.

"Very well, what should I call you?"

The robot answered him blankly: "You didn't call me John."

John is a very common name in the United States, Lan Mo nodded, this name is easy to remember.

"Then John, let's go heads-up, okay?"

John nodded, then walked up to Lan Mo with the basketball, motioning him to go first.

"Then I'm welcome!"

The first blue ink was not in a hurry to attack, but kept pulling outside the three-point line.

Finally, he was about to take action, first using crossover to test the water, and John's reaction was quick, and Lan Mo didn't pass him by.

But Lan Mo still chose to hit him forcefully, and rushed inside for a layup with his left hand, but it may be because of the plateau environment that his strength was weak.

Snapped!

John ruthlessly rewarded him with a big American hot pot, and slapped the ball out of bounds.

Lan Mo could only pick up the ball with a wry smile on his face, but John stopped him. He just raised his hand, and the basketball was automatically attracted, and then flew into his hand, and he grabbed the ball with one hand.

"Is it okay to look like this? Did you put a magnet in your hand? Or did you hit a magnet in the basketball?"

Lan Mo asked in surprise, but John didn't answer. Lan Mo walked to the position just now, waiting for Lan Mo to go out and then serving to Lan Mo himself.

"Well, this may be high technology."

Lan Mo walked straight out of the three-point line, and then took the ball to make a three-threat, while John was also serious about defending, raising his hands high.

Lan Mo intends to hit a three-pointer, and he starts to look for opportunities.