You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 296
"Superstar rises!"

"NBA player? The biggest winner of this year's Grammy? Or a doctor?"

"Dor.Mo is one of the best [-] guards in the NBA, he is also the best doctor in the world, and now he may be the most promising new generation singer in the world. God, this guy is a monster, right? He does Can anything work?"

"The Pistons should be worried about this. Their new star is likely to give up basketball for stardom."

"Ethan's win at the Grammys was like Magic Johnson's rookie season at the Finals!"

For a time, the moment Ethan unveiled his mask blew up the world.

Countless Ethan fans finally know the correct way to start chasing stars.

Just as Mo Mengchen expected, the security force of Garleton Apartment must be strengthened, and the peaceful life has come to an end.

This is the bad side, but the good side is that his current influence goes beyond basketball itself, and the base of music fans is not comparable to that of basketball fans.

A singer who has sold 1300 million albums in the United States means that he has quite a strong influence in the United States.

Overnight, advertisements, endorsements, and sponsorships came one after another.

The sales of the signature sneakers endorsed by Mo Mengchen skyrocketed.

Shannon Poser, head of his label Bugas, has announced that Ethan's second solo album will be released by next fall.

Countless things came one after another.

Mo Mengchen had expected this a long time ago, and it was no surprise at this moment.

Grammy harvest, let him get 16 attribute points overnight.

As he walked off the stage, Hill punched him hard in the chest: "You bloody bastard!"

Mo Mengchen's teammates kept their distance.

It was as if Mo Mengchen was the upper class and they were the lower class.

"The two identities of singer and doctor are the same to me, they are just part-time jobs." Mo Mengchen explained, "Don't think too much about it."

A part-time part-time singer, and then beat many superstars to win the album of the year at the Grammy?
A tough life really needs no explanation!

"Should we call you Mo in the future, or the doctor, or the old man, or Ethan?"

"It's all right, as you like."

Buckley stepped forward and hugged Mo Mengchen's arm: "Ethan, can I sign my daughter's autograph? She really likes you."

"I really want to promise you, but you can't get something for nothing." Mo Mengchen used this identity to force Barkley to lose weight, "I need you to lose 10 catties before the start of the season, and keep your weight at 1998 kilograms before 125. can you do it?"

No matter how difficult the task is, agree first.

"Yes! Sign it for me!" Barkley shouted.

"When you do it, I'll sign it for you." Mo Mengchen rejected Barkley and brought his teammates. "Let's go, it's going to be very restless tonight."

Crowds of reporters were waiting outside Madison Garden to interview Mo Mengchen.

Among them, half are entertainment reporters, half are sports reporters, and a small half are reporters from medical journals.

"Ethan, your music has been very successful, will you consider becoming a full-time singer in the future?"

"Mo, you are a super star who is favored by the medical community. Many people think that playing basketball is a waste of your musical talent. What do you think?"

Well, take this opportunity to express your attitude.

"I played in Detroit, where 95 percent of the people were workers, and I loved that place."

"If I think the city I live in is beautiful, so is my life and work."

Mo Mengchen said: "I like playing basketball. This will be my main job for a long time in the future. There will be no second choice."

This is the most annoying place.

If he chooses to be a singer, he is a future superstar.

If he chooses to be a doctor, he is already the best surgeon in the world.

Both jobs served his talents well, and as a result, he chose the one that seemed the least promising.

basketball
Experts in both industries sighed incessantly.

This didn't affect anything, Dor.Mo's reputation spread throughout the United States after tonight.

The next day
The Pistons' preseason training camp continues.

With a week to go until training camp ends, preseason rosters are ready.

But today, the atmosphere is obviously a little weird.

Frouseth also had a headache: "Mo, there are thousands of fans waiting for you outside the training camp, do you want to say a few words to them?"

Mo Mengchen replied: "Whether it's a brainless fan or a fanatical fan, you have to distinguish clearly."

"They are all your fans anyway, is there a difference?!" Barkley yelled.

Everyone laughed.

"No matter who the fans are, our training camp is closed, so we train as usual." Mo Mengchen kept a clear line between public and private, and was not affected.

Frouseth is at ease with Mo Mengchen, and he is worried about other people: "Since this is the case, the training will continue as usual, and there is still a week before the end of the training camp. I hope everyone can maintain the enthusiasm that just started the camp, especially you, Charles. , how much weight do you have now?"

"Report: 134 kilograms, the answer is over!" Barkley shouted like a soldier.

"The weight loss is not yet complete, Chuck still needs to work hard!"

"Yes, coach!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed a ball from the ground and went to the corner to practice.

"Are you really Ethan?"

Lore came over.

"I hope I'm not." Mo Mengchen stood outside the three-point line—the corrected three-point line.

Starting this season, the era of the short three-point line is over.

For a long time, Mo Mengchen practiced the three-point distance before the three-point line was shortened. His teammates didn't understand it. It wasn't until today that they realized how far-sighted it was.

They believe that many sharpshooters will be inaccurate this season, but Mo Mengchen will not, because he has been training like this for a long time.

Lore and Mo Mengchen are like two extremes.

One is so talented that it is difficult to look directly at it, and the other is so mediocre that people will ask "Are you playing basketball or football?"

"Can I have your autograph? You can set me a challenge like you did with Charles, I'll take anything," Lowe said.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to challenge him: "Where do you need me to sign? I'll sign for you now."

"No, you get what you have to work for. I will complete the task you prepared for me. After I finish it, you can sign it for me. Ethan's signature is worth a thousand dollars." Lore said.

He is mediocre, and he is not willing to be mediocre.

He was always ignored and there was nothing he could do about it.

If he wasn't Mo Mengchen's friend, the team wouldn't implement his option at all.

Everyone knew that he was able to stay in the team because of Mo Mengchen.

It's not shameful, and a good relationship with the boss, so as to survive in the NBA for a long time, every team has such people.

"What did you do during the offseason?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"In order to strengthen the physical confrontation, I put on 14 pounds of weight." Lore said. ([-] catties)
Lol does look a lot stronger.

"Well, if you can score five three-pointers in a single game in an official game, I'll give you an autograph."

Mo Mengchen knew that what he wanted was not only the signature, but also the approval.

He doesn't need other people's approval, he needs Mo Mengchen's approval.

"Just wait and see." Luoer ran away happily.

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and made a three-pointer.

Swish!
The 16 attribute points he got from the Grammys, plus the attribute points he got from his usual surgery and speeches in the Yoder Hall, he now has a total of 18 attribute points.

By November, his album sales will have to be settled.

At that time, there will be a wave of achievements related to sales records.

Based on his sales volume, combined with the various achievements on the achievement wall, he can still earn 15 attribute points.

Attribute points suddenly came so easily, it really made him a little bit overwhelmed.

The singer's daily attribute income should be various live performances.

Album sales and various awards are like personal honors for NBA players.

Those sales that have already been achieved once will not refresh the achievement reward when they are achieved for the second time. As for those awards, only those awards with relatively heavy weight, such as the best album of the year, will still be the same when they are achieved for the second time. There are attribute points in return.

In general, it is also a part-time job, and the attribute points of being a singer are very explosive.

In order to win more awards, Mo Mengchen will spend more time preparing new albums in the future.

In this regard, he has too many advantages, and when he achieves these achievements, he also gets some singer-related skill rewards.

One of them is called "Flash of Light", as the name suggests, this skill will give Mo Mengchen more inspiration when writing songs.

After Ethan's identity was announced, Mo Mengchen's aura became stronger.

He's a good player, but a superstar in the realms of music and medicine.

Being with someone like this can be stressful.

Alan Houston wanted to come over to get close, and Mo Mengchen, who was focused on shooting, turned around and said, "Do you think the starting position is very stable?"

"Uh, no." Houston said in a low voice.

"Or do you have a lot of free time?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing?
"I'm here to relax." Houston immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Mo Mengchen's eyes swept over him: "If I were you, when I saw basketball, I would think of how I was ravaged by MJ in the playoffs last season. I would not think about relaxing at all."

Houston looked ashamed, turned and ran back to practice.

"Guys, I'm here to tell you some bad news!" CIC Wang said with a sad face, "Dad doesn't have any idol baggage at all, he's even scarier than before!"

So everyone didn't dare to slack off, and each one was more tense than the other.

After a while, Hill also came.

Mo Mengchen's face was very ugly: "You want to bother me too?"

Hill laughed dryly: "Hee hee, I just want an autograph."

"Fucking autograph!" Mo Mengchen yelled.

Hill didn't expect such a big reaction from him, and he didn't expect that this guy completely disregarded his image and yelled in public. Duke's top student who never knew how to curse stared at Mo Mengchen and stuttered: "You, you, why are you like this?"

Mo Mengchen raised his mouth arrogantly: "That's how I am!"

"The fans outside should really see your face now, they will definitely lose their fans in minutes!" Hill was so angry that he lost his mind.

Mo Mengchen sneered: "I admit that I am handsome, but what they love is my talent, not my appearance."

"Damn megalomaniac!" Hill growled.

After losing his temper with Hill, Mo Mengchen continued to shoot three-pointers.

"Duang!"

The stable three-pointer was no longer stable. This shot can completely show how angry Mo Mengchen is.

The ball bounced straight out of the half court and landed at the feet of Scott Pollard.

Pollard was wearing a ball head full of grooves. He picked up the ball and ran up to Mo Mengchen, trying to make a good impression on the boss.

"Scott, why is there a piece of shit on your head?"

Just as Pollard was about to leave, Mo Mengchen's words made him so sad and angry that he wanted to commit suicide.

Pollard turned his head back with difficulty, forced a smile and said, "Father, this is my new hairstyle, which is very popular in my hometown."

"Is this shit a hairstyle?" Mo Mengchen took a step forward and looked carefully.

Pollard continued to smile. "Yeah."

"In training tomorrow, I hope this shit will no longer exist." Mo Mengchen smiled coldly.

How dare Pollard refuse to obey, he should do it again and again.

First Houston, then Hill, and then the gallant rookie, all of them were sprayed without exception.

Everyone has reached a consensus: stay away from him.

"How come the more famous you are, the more sexual you become? What's wrong with this?" Hill said worriedly.

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and shot.

Swish!
"!#!￥"

He vaguely heard someone yelling, but after he got so mad, who else would dare to seek death?

When he looked back, there were only the sound of slapping the ball and the sound of the ball touching the basket behind him.

I'm hallucinating?

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and shot again.

Swish!
"!@#!￥"

Again!
Where is the sound coming from?Mo Mengchen looked around.

Bobby Jackson passed by him, and was stared at by Mo Mengchen's death god-like eyes.

"Daddy, I'm just... just going to drink some water." Jackson didn't dare to look Mo Mengchen directly in the eyes.

"Did you hear it?" Mo Mengchen said, "Other voices."

"No." Jackson shook his head.

There's none?
Although Mo Mengchen was in a bad mood, he was not a mad dog, and he would not bite one at a time.

So keep shooting.

This time, the cry came before his ball was thrown.

He looked over quickly.

distance,

He saw the telescope.

And then there's the big crowd.

A large group of people!On the roof in the distance, they peeped with binoculars. There is no doubt that they are his fans!
"I rely on!"

Mo Meng exploded with dust.

Then he continued to shoot. This time, their shouts affected the strength of the shot, and the ball hit iron again.

The enraged Mo Mengchen directly kicked the ball away on the ground: "Stop practicing!"

Frases was puzzled: "Who messed with him?"

"Stand up!" cried Frouses.

Headed by Hill, everyone spread their hands to show their innocence.

(End of this chapter)