You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 100 I'm Just Blame I'm Cold By Nature And Love To Be Alone
"When is your turn?"

Mo Mengchen said which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted.

"almost!"

After sitting down, Houston suddenly said, "Aren't you a doctor? Why do we have to come to the hospital?"

"I didn't bring a medical kit, and the hospital is more complete." Mo Mengchen said, "How long will it take?"

Thinking of the damn nurse, Houston felt his whole body becoming irritable: "Hurry up!"

Mo Mengchen saw that his bleeding had stopped, but there was some pain. It should be that he didn’t hurt any tendons. It’s a blessing to be a fool. He once saw a drunk lunatic break his wine glass and cut his hand. The artery of the patient was already dead when he was sent to the hospital.

"Do you think this will affect the game?" Houston asked.

"I think you need to rest for a few games." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston suddenly felt the world was against him: "I shouldn't fucking be in San Antonio!"

"You shouldn't have come, who made you come? Are you here to play a game? Are you an All-Star? Who wants to see you? Idiots who like to join in the fun deserve disaster." Mo Mengchen said sarcastically.

CIC Wang's heart was cold and cold: "Can't you comfort me? Look at how miserable I am!"

"Sorry, it's human nature to gloat and add insult to injury." Mo Mengchen continued to poke Houston's heart.

After half an hour, Houston finally heard the summons, and he walked over cursing.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Mo Mengchen's arms rang.

It was Hill and the others calling.

Mo Mengchen picked up the phone and explained the situation clearly.

Hill and the others were startled when they heard that Houston had hurt his finger from eating steak, and then they were even more shocked when they heard that they chose the Emmanuel Royal Hotel, and even dropped the phone.

"Free."

Mo Mengchen's words let them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why is it free?"

"I've already told this story, and I don't want to tell it a second time. If you want to know, come to the hospital. There is a person here who really wants to talk to someone." Mo Mengchen stared at the man holding a wet cloth to gag his mouth, as if he was being threatened The hostages are the same as Houston.

Houston had eleven stitches in his hand, and, according to the hospital, he needed to be sidelined for three weeks.

In other words, after the All-Star Weekend, he will be absent for at least eleven games.

For the Pistons, this is really terrible. He is the second scorer after Hill, who can contribute 20 points per game, and he is also the second shooter after Mo Mengchen, who can hit 2.5 three-pointers per game.

For the eleven games he missed, who will make up for the gap left?
"Look at what you've done!"

After returning to the hotel, the four gathered in Houston's room for a criticism meeting.

"The steak grew from small to large, how did you hurt your hand?" Hill was very surprised by this.

Houston began cursing which restaurant's steak, and said that the owner of the restaurant must not like the Pistons.

Why?Because Rodman cheated them last season?Why get involved with Rodman again?Because Rodman is a player from the Pistons, he hated Rodman, and then he hated him. It is logically reasonable to extend his murderous hands to him, the second most important player in the Pistons.

His logic is beyond words.

"I'm going to sleep, there are a lot of activities tomorrow." Mo Mengchen was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

"You, you!" Dumas tapped his fingers several times, "Grant, I've worked hard on you for the next month."

Hill said calmly, "Why?"

"Alan is not here, his 20 points are on you." Dumars patted Hill on the shoulder.

The top Duke student barely stood his ground.

40 points per game in a single month?He dare not think about this kind of thing, he is a selfless team player, this is too selfish, no!
Word of Houston's injury quickly spread back to Detroit.

Fans wailed and wondered how this could happen, can eating steak hurt?
The Pistons coaching staff headed by Doug Collins is even more upset. Now the Pistons will only rank sixth in the Eastern Conference. There will be more than a month of regular season after the All-Star Weekend. They want Houston to miss the remaining half of the game. It's really hard to stay competitive in times like this.

Before considering this matter, Collins first set a rule.

In the future, as long as you don't sign up for the All-Star Weekend, you will stay at home honestly and you are not allowed to go anywhere. Houston is your "role model"!
Poor Houston just became a negative example.

Then came the first day of the All-Star Game.

media day.

The rookies of the 95 class gathered together. They wore their respective team jerseys, stood in front of the media, took pictures and accepted interviews.

This year can be said to be a great year for forwards.

There was a historic power forward Kevin Garnett.

A group of excellent All-Star or quasi-All-Star power forwards: Roar Tianzun, Antonio McDyess, Joe Smith.

Although the Pistons had four rookies, only Mo Mengchen got the chance. Therefore, he was the only one participating in the Rookie Challenge.

At a glance, the rookies in the East include Roaring Tianzun, Jerry Stackhouse, Damon Stoudemire, and Kurt Thomas can all be said to be good players.

Mo Mengchen just took pictures and then went to be interviewed by the media.

Although he is well-known in the league, he is still a lot worse than other students of the same level, and the media is more interested in others.

He didn't care, and he didn't care. After the interview, he grabbed a ball and went to training.

He acted like a basketball fanatic whose life was all about basketball, which is not the case, he just wasn't used to not practicing all day.

"Why are you shooting here alone?"

Mo Mengchen looked towards the place where the voice came from.

that person.
Judging from his appearance alone, Mo Mengchen couldn't recognize him. If he reported his name, he would know who it was.

Mo Mengchen read it several times and remembered.

Michael Finley, a leftover in the middle and late stages of the first round of the 95 session.

"Because no one interviewed me." Mo Mengchen continued to shoot.

Finley suddenly discovered that the basket Mo Mengchen shot did not have a net.

Such a formal basket, how could there be no nets?Where did the Nets go?He saw the net on the hoop and a pair of scissors, and the answer was obvious, someone had cut the net.

A lot of people love the sound of the basketball and the nets kissing, it's beautiful.

During practice, Mo Mengchen didn't want to hear this voice. What he wanted was efficiency, speed, and excellence. Therefore, he didn't want a net to block the strength of the basketball. He hoped that after scoring a goal, the basketball could play by itself. back into his hands.

Those of you who have often shot at a hoop without a net must know this. When you have enough accuracy, your ball will hit the back of the hoop, and the moment the ball goes in, the ball will bounce back to you. In the hand, it was very cool at that time.

The same is true for Mo Mengchen, he now has a feeling that everything is under control.

"The 54% three-point shooting rate is really not blocked."

Finley watched for 10 minutes, Mo Mengchen made a shot every five seconds, and he scored [-] goals in a row.

Moreover, the trajectory of each ball is exactly the same, and each ball hits the back edge of the basket and bounces back with a strong force.

How nice is this?

Finley observed Mo Mengchen, the posture, feeling, and strength of every shot he made were exactly the same, he had never seen anyone who could control the feel like this.

Look at his gestures again.

The little finger, ring finger, and middle finger exert force in an orderly manner. Is this his secret?
The reason for his feeling?
Mo Mengchen scored 241 goals in a row and finally missed.

Because he has been aiming at the back edge of the basket, the force of the ball every time is not small, and once it is out of focus, it will bounce back with the fastest force.

Finley took the ball.

"I have seen many sharpshooters, but you are the most unique." Finley said.

Mo Mengchen said: "If you have nothing else to do, return the ball to me."

Finley doesn't like to communicate very much. After seeing such shooting skills today, he suddenly wants to get acquainted with Mo Mengchen, but the other party seems to be more cold-hearted than him.

"Let's compete," Finley suggested.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him: "I'm not interested."

"How interesting? My shot is also very accurate, don't you want someone to challenge you?" Finley said.

Mo Mengchen shook his head indifferently, he didn't even know what this guy wanted to do.

Than shooting?He's not in the mood now, he just wants to continue practicing. Compared with shooting, it's a bad idea to have fun when you're bored. Who the hell likes to share a ball with the other hand?
Would you share your wife with someone else?

Ok?
"You really don't want company?" Finley asked.

"It's just that I'm cold by nature and love to be alone." Mo Mengchen said forcefully, "No need."

The opponent had no intention, and Finley had no choice but to return the ball: "Then can I just sit here and watch you practice? Anyway, no reporter will interview me."

Mo Mengchen did a few crotch dribbles to find the rhythm, and said: "As long as you don't disturb me, even if you die here, I don't care."

Does this person have friends?
"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen just scored a goal.

"I heard you're a doctor?"

I said don't bother me, don't bother me!

"Yes."

"Shh!"

Another goal.

"It must be very tiring to be a doctor while playing basketball, how do you adjust?"

Mo Mengchen didn't want to answer.

He also discovered one of Finley's secrets through this: Mensao.

This person is really coquettish, in the crowd, he is always taciturn, once he is alone with his friends, the prehistoric power in his body cannot be concealed.

"I also heard that your knee exploded three times, how did you adjust?"

"How many pitches did you throw?"

"Which hotel are you staying at?"

"what's for dinner?"

Mo Mengchen threw the ball into Finley's hands: "Get up!"

"What's wrong?" Finley asked innocently.

"Aren't you going to compete in shooting?" Mo Mengchen said angrily, "Come and compare!"

The mood for practice has been ruined by Finley, and now Mo Mengchen just wants to find a hard-nosed second to vent his anger.

Finley is a good fit.

Finley is a good fit.

Important things are said twice.

　It’s going to be 30 words in a blink of an eye. I originally planned to wait until the first of next month to put it on the shelves, but now I’m not sure, because the collection is not increasing fast, about +30 collections a day, I feel that it’s almost the same, I’m really entangled

　　
　
(End of this chapter)