Chapter 431 Genius Yang Mo
Yang Mo left a dashing figure behind as he turned and walked into the tunnel. But his legacy in Dallas will endure forever. After all, everything he did made history. He was the first player in league history to win both the Rookie Game MVP and the All-Star Game MVP.
For Yang Mo, these so-called glories were irrelevant. His focus was always on tomorrow, the future. After showering in the locker room, Yang Mo asked his assistant to buy a ticket to New York that evening. He couldn't wait to practice passing.
While Yang Mo was flying to New York with two MVP trophies, Dwyane Wade was on a long-distance call with Pat Riley. The call was actually from Pat Riley. He had been confused by Wade's incoherent questioning, so he called Wade shortly after the game.
Wade also happened to have a lot to say to Pat Riley, so when the call was connected, he spoke in advance: "Boss, I want to have a good chat with you."
"Huh?" Pat Riley on the other end was even more confused. Wade hadn't spoken to him in such a serious tone for many years.
"I want to talk to you about Yang."
"Yang?" Pat Riley frowned and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to talk about him? Is it because he just won the MVP?"
"It doesn't have much to do with this." Dwyane Wade shook his head slightly, then continued to talk to himself: "Actually, Yang and I can coexist, right? Even if he grows up, we can still coexist, right?"
When Dwyane Wade asked this, Pat Riley subconsciously fell into deep thought. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes, you can coexist. From the beginning, he is the best partner I tailored for you. He can make up for your shortcomings, and at the same time, your combination can produce the richest chemical reaction."
"So, the current situation is all caused by my jealousy and my sense of crisis, right?" Wade continued, "Yang actually did nothing wrong."
Pat Riley was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "He really did nothing wrong. He just grew up too fast, so fast that you were caught off guard and had negative emotions in you. He chose to leave after noticing that."
"The source of the mistake was me." Wade sighed slowly. He had always believed that Yang Mo had let him down, but he had never thought that Yang Mo had ever thought of taking away his position as the boss. "I am the one who let him down!"
Wade said this and slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly remembered that Yang Mo tried his best to make a buzzer beater and fainted on the court. This kid really loves basketball from the bottom of his heart.
Pat Riley on the other end also fell silent. After a long while, he said calmly: "I didn't expect Yang to improve to this point, but no matter what, it's all in the past. When we get LeBron next year, we will immediately become a championship team. By then, no one can stop us, including Yang. He is still too young."
"No, boss ." Wade on the other side suddenly said with pessimism in his tone: "I think Yang may destroy our championship."
"He's not yet strong enough to be better than LeBron," Pat Riley said uncertainly.
"I don't know. I just have a feeling that Yang will be the biggest obstacle to our winning the championship."
"I hope that person isn't him." Pat Riley sighed and fell silent again.
The two were silent for a while, and Wade hung up the phone. He felt very tired. His emotions were too strong tonight, so he had to lie down for a while .
Tired Wade fell asleep, but Yang Mo got off the plane in New York in the early morning and went home to sleep.
Early the next morning, Yang Mo showed up at the training hall, but to his surprise, Stockton had arrived before him, and Karl Malone was next to him.
Yang Mo was very surprised, but even more surprised was Karl Malone. He opened his mouth wide with an expression of complete incomprehension and said to Stockton, "Hey, how did you guess he would show up at the training hall? You know, he was in Dallas last night."
"Stop talking nonsense and give me money!" Stockton was in no mood to argue with Karl Malone and simply reached out for money.
Seeing this, Malone reluctantly pulled a hundred dollars from his pocket and, with the courage of a hero, stuffed it into Stockton's hand . Even after stuffing the money, he couldn't help but ask, "Dude, you have to tell me how you knew Yang would be here. Did Yang tell you in advance?"
"I'm not in the mood to get any inside information from him. I just rely on my intuition." Stockton stuffed the US dollars into his pocket and said with a smile: "Can't you see that this kid is a training fanatic? If he doesn't train hard, do you think he can improve so quickly? Last year, he could only shoot three-pointers and grab rebounds."
"Oh, I see." Karl Malone nodded. When he thought about it, he immediately felt that it made sense and accepted the loss. It was because his ability to analyze details was not as good as this guy's.
The two of them sang the same tune, and Yang Mo was a little confused, but he did not ask any more questions. He just asked quietly: "What should I train today?"
"Of course, it's still tennis ball throwing." Stockton gave Yang Mo a straightforward answer: "You have to learn to pass the ball first and then discuss mid-range shooting, understand?"
"Okay, I understand." Yang Mo nodded, turned around to move the tools, and then went straight to the job of passing the tennis ball.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Mo's first pass resulted in three misses, but this result already stunned Stockton: God, this guy has only practiced for less than three days in total, and he can actually make three shots at once, and that's based on passing six shots at once. This seems... better than I was back then.
Stockton was shocked, but Yang Mo shook his head in disappointment. He thought that with his complete control over his body, he could pass at least four or even five balls in, but he didn't expect it to be only three.
If Stockton knew what Yang Mo was thinking, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood: Damn, are you mocking me, the founder, for taking half a month to throw in three?
In order to avoid being hit by Yang Mo, Stockton quickly took Karl Malone's hand after being shocked and said, "Come on, I'll treat you to breakfast."
Having said that, he walked out of the training hall.
