You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 393 No retreat?Can only shoot?

"What's wrong with you?"

"No goal."

The reporter from Yincheng, who was only thinking about making trouble, couldn't get any unnecessary words out of Mo Mengchen's mouth.

Hill, who is good at dealing with reporters, can't make a loud fart with three slaps. He has nothing to say, and the meaning of appearing in the press conference is to help the team save $[-].

After the press conference, Mo Mengchen, Houston, Hill, and Frauses entered the corridor together.

On the way, no one spoke.

The locker room was very quiet, and Frauses didn't sum up the game as usual, because there was nothing to sum up tonight, and Mo Mengchen had already finished summarizing in front of the reporters.

Reason for losing?
Missed the shot.

How to win it back?
Throw the ball in.

These answers can all be prefixed with a Grant Hill. If he makes the ball, or if he doesn't make the shot, it is the answer for the Pistons to win or lose.

Hill tonight missed seven open [-]-pointers from the perimeter.

The Pacers released him seven times, and he didn't make a single shot, which greatly satisfied the opponent. What is puzzling is Mo Mengchen's decision-making.

With Hill feeling so good, he still kept passing the ball to Hill.

"Mo, you're pushing Grant too far."

After returning to the hotel, Mo Mengchen was preparing a supper, and Dumas came to talk about tonight's game in the name of eating dinner.

Grilled wings + tofu skin, this is his supper tonight, not healthy, but delicious.

Mo Mengchen is 25 years old this year. According to his calculations, he can still eat and drink like this for about five years, and then he will control it.

Young body organs have functions that middle-aged people do not have. They are full of energy and can naturally absorb these foods that are not healthy for athletes.

Mo Mengchen is not like those people who are eager to gain weight—it’s not right to say that, he is eager to gain weight, but this matter cannot be rushed, because of his previous injury history, he cannot train with heavy weight, Usually, he can only practice his core, and then do some light strength training that will not burden the body too much. His strength attribute growth depends entirely on the system, and it has now increased to the top level.

Without heavy strength training, a reasonable diet is meaningless, because it will not help him gain weight.

If it is not for gaining weight, the only function of a reasonable diet is to speed up the body's recovery, but the recovery ability of young people is very strong.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to lose his mouth when he was so tired every day, so he ignored the so-called dietary regulations.

"Too much?"

Have it?

Mo Mengchen still felt that he didn't do enough, he wanted to push more, but it was a pity that Frauses didn't give him a chance.

The team trailed by 23 points, Frauses replaced Hill, and did not replace him for the rest of the time, Mo Mengchen could only lead the others in a dying struggle.

The result of the game cannot be changed. The 23-point difference in this era where the average scoring of each team is less than [-] points per game is a natural moat that is difficult to smooth out.

Dumas said: "He is very strong, but also very fragile, and he is very sensitive to certain things."

Yeah, especially the booing of the crowd, especially his [-]-pointers, especially the refusal to face the fact that his [-]-pointers suck like shit—he's really sensitive.

"For example?" Mo Mengchen stared at the oven in front of him, opened the lid, and brushed it with honey.

Few people can do this in a hotel room, but Mo Mengchen has these conditions.

This whole set of equipment is always with him at all times, and it has been put in before he moves in.

Dumars smelled the scent that made people want to drool, and said casually: "You shouldn't continue to pass the ball to him when he collapses. What he needs is not the pass, but your trash talk."

Interesting, am I his parent?

Mo Mengchen asked with a smile: "JD, would you be beaten if you did something wrong when you were young?"

"Yes." Dumas said.

Mo Mengchen continued to ask: "Then when you make a mistake, will you remember the beating?"

"Maybe" Dumas understood what Mo Mengchen meant.

"You may remember those few beatings, but you still make mistakes because you didn't realize the essence of the problem." Mo Mengchen put the honey chicken wings on the plate, picked up a fork to stick it in, and smelled it, it was so fragrant Can't bear to speak.

Mo Mengchen continued: "I can give him a hand at critical moments, but it won't solve the problem. Next time he encounters the same situation, he will still look like a bird. I can't help him every time."

That's what Dumas thinks too, but their mother isn't ready to grow up yet.

"How sure are you that he'll figure it out on his own?" Dumars asked.

Mo Mengchen opened another pot, and the tofu skin was cured.

To Dumas's question, Mo Mengchen answered with only one sentence: "I trust him."

Just as he believed in me.

Dumas couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a knife and fork to tie up a chicken wing, and found that the bones inside had been shaved off, "You should open a restaurant!"

After all, he spoke one at a time.

Fortunately, Mo Mengchen had anticipated that there would be people coming to eat and drink in advance, so he made more, otherwise it would not be enough for Dumas to eat.

Now Dumas has little chance to play, and his body shape management has failed more and more. Now his weight has already exceeded 100KG.

Judging from his chubby figure, his current weight is at least 103KG.

Later, Dumas felt that the knife and fork were not easy to use, so he just imitated the Indians and grabbed it with his hands. Mo Mengchen wanted to cut off his palm with a steak knife.

"You must have been beaten for this incident when you were young." Mo Mengchen said with certainty.

Dumas ate a mouthful of oil, and he quickly swept away a plate of chicken wings. He sucked his fingers unsatisfied, completely ignoring Mo Mengchen's speculation.

With this style of painting, Mo Mengchen is almost sure that this guy didn't take Hill's matter at ease, and that he just came here for the fifth meal of the day.

"Mo, is there any more?" Dumas looked at the tofu skin covetously.

"It's gone!" Mo Mengchen blocked his position and prevented him from getting close to the tofu skin. If this old man touched the tofu skin, the whole plate would be his.

Although Mo Mengchen doesn't like eating alone, he doesn't like watching others eat alone.

"Forget it, that stuff doesn't look delicious."

"What do you say?"

How do you know that tofu skin is not good if you haven't eaten it?

Obviously, this is an extremely inferior aggressive method, but when it comes to eating, Mo Mengchen is irrational.

He cut it in half for Dumas.

"I ask you to finish it and give me a fair evaluation." Mo Mengchen put his hands on his hips.

Dumas never refuses anyone who comes, and like a sweep, he finishes eating within 1 minute.

"It's too little, I won't be able to eat it delicious, cut another piece for me." Dumas made a brazen request with the corners of his mouth full of oil stains.

Mo Mengchen's face was full of black lines: "No, I'm going to see off the guests!"

Dumas laughed dryly, without any other expression, and walked out of Mo Mengchen's room cheerfully.

Before leaving, Dumars asked: "If Grant still doesn't know how to deal with these pressures, what do you do?"

"I don't know." Mo Mengchen said, "But I will not stop."

After all, before Dumas could say good night, he closed the door.

Dumas stood still.

"Won't you stop?"

Mo Mengchen and Hill reminded Dumas of him and the smiling assassin.

A very similar pair.

He used to be as restrained as Hill, and he couldn't find a place in this wild city. It was the smiling assassin who pushed him to take the initiative, do what he was good at, face all the pressure, and finally achieved what he is now His.

The Assassins joined the team five years before him, and he was perfect as the leader of the team.

Today, the roles seem to be reversed.

Hill, who entered the team early, was the kinder one. Mo Mengchen never had anything to do with the word kindness from the beginning to the end. He whipped and drove everyone in the team forward.

Mo Mengchen's intentions can only be understood by Dumas who has come here.

So when did Hill wake up?
Dumars walked slowly back to the room. It was a bad night for the Pistons, who had two good games at home and suffered a 23-point loss on the road.

Is this series going to be a slaughterhouse where you kill me and I kill you?
If this is the case, the Pistons are more advantageous because they have home court advantage. As long as they guarantee to win the game at home, even if it drags to the seventh game, they will win.

But the playoffs are not more than who has more home courts. In history, there are more teams that have home court advantage but are sent home to fish.

The next day, Mo Mengchen got up early as usual.

After brushing his teeth, he washed his face, got dressed, bought a breakfast, and met Hill who had just woken up on the way back to the hotel.

"Morning," Hill said.

No dark circles at all, this guy slept soundly last night?
Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I am relieved to see you so energetic."

Hill said: "Hope is my illusion, why do I feel that you are disappointed in this matter?"

It's not an illusion, that's what I think, you shameless bastard, how can you sleep with peace of mind after being beaten so badly?

Mo Mengchen didn't want to scold Hill until he was autistic early in the morning, so he just kept these words in his heart.

"No, your good sleep means you forgot about last night's game, which is fine, hope you can throw the damn three-pointer in the next night."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen was going to go back to his room to drink some water.

But he mentioned the three-pointer!
"Speaking of three-pointers, why did you keep passing the ball to me yesterday? I can't figure it out. I couldn't figure it out in bed last night. Don't you know that I have no way out? I can only shoot when there is such a big open space." Aldo.

He didn't forget to reflect on the game before going to bed, which shows that this guy is not a complete idiot.

"There is no way out? You can only shoot? Why?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill was stunned for a few seconds, "Why? I have such a big space"

"That's why you keep shooting? Did you make the shots?" Mo Mengchen pressed, "Can you make the shots?"

Hill wanted to say he could make the shot, but he missed one last night.

He didn't answer, and Mo Mengchen didn't force him. He used the key card to open the room, and then closed the door.

(End of this chapter)