You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

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April 6

A brand new month symbolizes that the sad May is gone.

Mo Mengchen woke up in room 210. He was sitting on the bed that didn't belong to him, slowly getting dressed.

Madeira turned her back to him and was also getting dressed.

Things had already happened, and she couldn't start all over again. She didn't regret it, no matter what greeted him next.

"Help me find someone to pick the lock later." Mo Mengchen put on his clothes and said this sentence.

"Oh"

Mo Mengchen said: "I want to go out for a while."

"Uh"

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Mengchen saw that something was wrong with her.

Madeira quickly shook her head: "It's nothing. I just. have nothing."

Then, Mo Mengchen walked out of 280.

This was totally different from what Madeira had imagined, in her opinion, this matter should not have passed so easily.

She made that decision with great determination, and Mo Mengchen left so lightly, which made her a little disappointed.

"What am I expecting?"

Madeira thought angrily.

No matter what it is, as long as it is related to women, it is troublesome.

Before last night, Mo Mengchen had never thought of having a relationship with Madeira. Although she was very beautiful, there was a saying that said, no matter how beautiful flowers you have seen thousands of times, they are not as close as the morning glory on the roadside.

In terms of personality, Madeira has nothing to attract him either.

But, it just happened.

How should it be solved?He didn't know, and didn't have an answer for now.

He came to 280, where there are spare toiletries.

Seeing him appearing in good condition, Ephraim hugged him: "I'm very sorry for last night's game."

"Everything will pass."

Just as Medela thought, Mo Mengchen always acted invincible in front of Ephraim, a heartbreaking defeat, at this moment was only lightly passed with a sentence "everything will pass".

Ephraim asked, "What's next?"

Next, Mo Mengchen will have a long, long vacation.

Everyone who travels to play basketball should know that in 1999, the NBA suffered a protracted lockout. In order to solve the increasingly inflated rookie contracts, the top executives of the teams, mainly the owners, gathered for an unprecedented negotiation.

This lockout lasted for a long time, leading to an era when players did not know what self-discipline was, and there were many fat people who got fat because of the long offseason.

More fat people means a decline in athletic talent.

The decline in athletic talent will lead to a decline in offensive efficiency. If the offensive efficiency decreases, there will be many blacksmithing competitions, and the viewing pleasure of the game will plummet.

Coupled with the retirement of Jordan, the league card, and the loss of a large number of viewers, the new generation is not ready to take over, and the NBA is about to usher in the darkest season in the post-Jordan era.

And 99 years is a dividing point.

Beginning in the 90s and before 99, this era can be called the era of iron-blooded defense. In this era, strong defensive teams mostly rely on brutal confrontation and violent fouls, and some rules have not yet been perfected.

After 99, NBA officials have not yet realized the unreasonable principle that offense can attract more attention, and it is more conducive to defensive teams in terms of improving the rules, so it has led to a large number of players who have body, can confront, and have a lot of defense. A strong defensive team with a more reasonable distribution of tactics and functions.

Thus, the era of dark defense came.

In the 90s, being able to limit the opponent's scoring to less than 100 points was considered a top defensive team.In this era, there are many teams that can limit the opponent's score to 90 or even less than 90 points within a hundred rounds.

At present, these things are still far away from Mo Mengchen. What he has to consider is the present, how to use this vacation, and what to do with this long vacation.

"Ephraim, after a while, I want to go back to Melbourne." Mo Mengchen said.

If Mo Mengchen didn't say this, Ephraim would have almost forgotten that he was a native Australian.

Ephraim asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Mo Mengchen asked: "Are you willing?"

Ephraim smiled and said, "Of course, I really want to see how beautiful the place where you grew up so well is."

Ephraim is looking forward to Melbourne so much, which makes Mo Mengchen very stressed.

His memory of Melbourne comes entirely from the childhood memories of Mo Mengchen himself.

After he crossed over, he inherited Mo Mengchen's body and brain, and at the same time, the memory of his previous life did not disappear.

One brain holds the lives of two people.

At the beginning, Mo Mengchen rejected the memory of the deity. He wanted to be himself, but he found that the self in his previous life was incompatible with this era.

In his previous life, he was very similar to Mo Yuanhang.

It's just that he didn't suffer a major blow in his later years like Mo Yuanhang did.

Thinking of what Mo Yuanhang had said to him, and looking at Mo Yuanhang's regrets at that time, Mo Mengchen wanted to have a life that was different from his previous life and this life.

Therefore, he must accept this identity.

He is an Australian, his ancestral home is in Fujian, China, and he also has an American passport. Then, his name is Mo Mengchen.

He'll have to go back and see how he's grown.

Find himself, this is his idea.

"Then it's a deal, and I'll tell you when the time is set."

Mo Mengchen kissed Ephraim on the cheek.

"Where are you going?" Ephraim asked.

"There is someone who urgently needs my comfort." Mo Mengchen walked out of room 280.

Many things happened last night, apart from the game and what he did with Madeira, what Mo Mengchen remembers most is that Hill cried bitterly in the locker room.

It wasn't crying, he didn't cry, he just covered his cheeks with his palms so that no one could see his tears.

He should cry, if he made the second free throw, Jordan's final attack would not be so confident.

When it comes to the last attack, the psychological state of a tie is completely different from being behind by 1 point.

Because of the tie, Jordan didn't need to think about the consequences, and he didn't need to think about going home to fish if he couldn't make the shot.

No worries made Jordan extremely focused. He also showed his killer qualities at the last moment of that night. He did not leave a second for the Pistons. He sent the Pistons home with a desperate jumper. The last season of the playoffs left a legendary stroke.

The buzzer-beater in the tiebreaker of the Eastern Conference Finals, even in a tie, is enough to be selected as the top ten goals of Jordan's career.

Hill was indeed responsible for the failure, but not the final free throw.

His free throw touch last night has been bad, and he made one of the last two free throws and played at a normal level.

He should be responsible because of the slump in the first half. If he can play the whole game like he did in the second half, the Pistons have won the game.

He is responsible for the performance of the first half, not the final free throw.

The day after the game, that is, today, Detroit is very lively.

Fans of Mo Mengchen set off a pot-sharing meeting.

There are good reasons for Hill to be blamed. Compared with the regular season, the average data has dropped significantly compared with the regular season, and Pippen has not played any advantage, which is simply intolerable.

Then, Alan Houston couldn't get away with the second pot.

He was originally the Pistons' second scorer. After seven games in the Eastern Conference Finals, he averaged single-digit points per game with the most playing time in the team.

He couldn't escape the second cauldron no matter what.

Followed by the head coach Adam Frauses, his on-the-spot response, the timing of the timeout, and the adjustments off the field were blown away by the Zen master, and he was called the pig-headed marshal by vicious fans.

The smiling face that was once particularly attractive has now become his biggest shortcoming.

Except for Mo Mengchen, the whole team was heavily criticized, and a doggerel titled "Ethan tried his best" was also circulated on the Internet.

Fans' attacks can be seen as cyber violence, while the media's criticism and satire are naked and undisguised.

The "Detroit Worker" commented on Hill: "A gentleman can't do rough work. This sentence has been true since ancient times, and it is more obvious in Grant Hill."

As for the media in other cities, their attacks are all-consuming, no matter what.

Mo Mengchen's performance allowed him to avoid these stray bullets, and he is now on his way to Hill's house.

Speaking of which, after being a teammate for three years, he only knew where Hill's house was, but never visited.

If he wasn't worried about Hill's psychological problems, he wouldn't have come to him this time either.

He went outside the gate and rang the bell.

"Mo, Grant doesn't want to see anybody."

It was Tamia's voice.

"I must see him."

"Sorry, I can't open the door for you."

"It's okay, I understand."

Mo Mengchen turned around and walked to the telephone booth on the side of the street, calling Hill.

The phone rang for half a minute, Hill knew who it was, picked it up, then slammed it down like a dunk.

Hill vented his anger on the phone.

Tamia looked at him and said, "Grant, maybe you should have a good chat with Mo."

"No, I don't want it!" Hill stared at the phone.

His intuition told him that Mo Mengchen would still call.

Ten seconds later, the other party called again.

So Hill answered the phone with greater strength, then hung up heavily.

He stared at the phone to see how long Mo Mengchen would continue to harass him.

In this way, the third and fourth calls came in one after another, and Hill finally unplugged the phone line angrily: "I don't believe it!"

This state of his made Tamia very worried, maybe she should let Mo Mengchen in secretly.

Hill didn't know what he was fighting for. After unplugging the phone line, he was still staring at the phone that could no longer ring, as if saying: Let me see how you can still call me!
(End of this chapter)