You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 945

Chapter 948 Because I'm Hungry
On February 2002, 2, the Pistons' mighty All-Star Weekend team arrived in Atlanta.

In this All-Star Game, the Pistons have a large number of participants.

Mo Mengchen, Hill, and Rasheed participated in the All-Star Game.

Mo Mengchen and Louis M. Lore participated in the three-point contest.

Curry, Gerrard, Randolph, and Prince participated in the Rookie Challenge.

A group of eight people arrived at the Atlanta airport at the same time.

Reporters on the scene have long been waiting.

Seeing Mo Mengchen walking out of the airport, the reporters rushed forward, and there were fans who had been waiting for a long time around screaming loudly.

"Mo, this is your sixth All-Star selection. Do you have any expectations for this year's All-Star Weekend?" the reporter asked.

Mo Mengchen has also experienced the treatment of following reporters wherever he goes, but he hates this treatment.

He misses the time when he was not a star player, the media was not interested in him, and the fans would not try their best to get his travel watch and chase him on the road.

"As long as I can play happily, I will be satisfied." Mo Mengchen responded briefly.

Hill habitually holds personal speaking sessions.

His eloquence allowed him to whet the appetites of many reporters and challenge the patience of his teammates.

Everyone waited patiently for him for 10 minutes, and finally unanimously decided to keep him with the reporter, and they left the airport first.

Atlanta, which is in charge of hosting the All-Star Weekend, is glorious, but also embarrassing. In this All-Star Game, the Eagles have no players selected.

Unfortunately, there is no Emmanuel Royal Hotel in Atlanta, so Mo Mengchen had to lead his team members to choose a decent hotel to stay in.

It took them a long time to enter the hotel before Hill arrived.

"Abandoning him is really the right decision." Rashid said with emotion.

"That said, when did Dad miss it?" There is no Pistons player who is better at flattering than Randolph.

Hearing them making fun of him, Hill was not ashamed but rather proud: "You guys really don't understand my good intentions?"

Everyone should be grateful for Grant Hill's effort and two hours of slobbering from his journalist friends - except the great Dor.Mo.

Lore sat on a chair and fantasized about winning the three-point contest, and said to Hill by the way, "Talk too much, Grant."

Yes, that's how he offended Collins in the first place.

"You're right, the older we get, the more we have to avoid making stupid mistakes." Hill said this as if reflecting on what he did tonight, but the next sentence exposed his unrepentant toughness Attitude, "That's why I have to prove that I have grown up. I have said a lot, but I promise that reporters will not dig out any information."

Is this really the case?
Through Hill's two-hour interview, the reporter dug up the following information.

"The Pistons are ambitious, aiming for five consecutive championships, and Grant Hill declares them unstoppable." This is the first title.

In fact, Hill’s original words were: Every team’s goal is to be a champion, and we are no exception. We currently have the best record in the league, and it feels pretty good.

"Although he is a teammate, Hill is not partial to the side. He expressed that he is not optimistic about Dor.Mo winning the three-point contest." This is the second title.

What was the situation?Hill is humble in line with the principle of being a low-key man: Mo may not be the final champion, and the three-point contest is a test of touch.

It's not that Hill is not cautious, but the media is too cunning.

After a while, everyone went back to their respective rooms, only Hill was left in Mo Mengchen's room.

Hill took the secluded place as an excuse to sit down and watch the news, while Mo Mengchen went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After a while, the phone in the room rang.

Hill was fascinated by the reading, and the phone pulled him out of his fluent reading state.

"Hello, who?" Hill asked kindly.

"Grant?" The caller recognized Hill's voice immediately, and through the tone of the other party, Devil Mountain recognized the other party instantly, "Michael?"

Hill didn't expect Jordan to call Mo Mengchen.

Jordan didn't even expect Hill to be in Mo Mengchen's room. If he didn't know that Dor.Mo's sexual orientation was fine, he would really be wrong.

"Please send a message to Mo," said Jordan. "I'll be waiting for him at Dollerville tonight at eight o'clock."

"Of course, you are also welcome to come." Jordan added at last.

Hill didn't put down the phone until Jordan hung up the phone. Before the start of the All-Star Weekend, the selected All-Stars will gather together for a good game.

Hill has attended many such gatherings, but this time it was Jordan himself calling.

After 15 minutes, Mo Mengchen slowly came out of the bathroom and asked, "Who called just now?"

"Michael?"

"Reed?"

"Unfortunately, no." Hill said, "I'll give you another chance, if you guessed right, I'll cook for you myself."

Mo Mengchen didn't expect that Hill would treat him like this. He looked at Devil Mountain with a face full of surprise and panic. If this expression was already hurtful, then his next words were enough to make Hill give up the idea of ​​learning to cook: " What's the difference between that and eating shit?"

"you!"

Devil Mountain held his right hand fiercely, and the bones on his knuckles made a rattling sound.

Can't be angry, can't be angry, you can never be angry with this guy who wants to make you angry.

"Didn't it be promised to drive all the women out of the kitchen next Thanksgiving?" Hill asked, "Why don't you believe in my cooking skills and cooperate with me?"

Because I am alone and weak, I can't drive the two women out of the kitchen by myself.

"What?" Mo Mengchen's mouth suddenly drifted through three consecutive hairpin turns, "Is the person calling from MJ?"

As a result, Hill was really swayed by him: "How do you know?"

"At this time, he should be the only one who calls me in such a leisurely way." Mo Mengchen wiped the sweat from his head, and suddenly found that his hair had grown a lot.

He turned to Hill and said, "He should have invited me."

"Yes."

"Have you been invited?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Of course." Hill tried to forget that it was after the session, when Jordan casually invited him out of politeness.

It didn't matter to Jordan himself whether Hill was there or not.

"I want to go out for dinner and get my hair cut." Mo Mengchen turned to Hill and said, "Now I want to change into clean and beautiful clothes."

The meaning is obvious, I want to get dressed, please get out.

Hill was not interested in peeking at Mo Mengchen's ebony stick, so he walked out of the room without hesitation.

Since Mo Mengchen and Hill left without saying goodbye, the other teammates didn't know where they were going after a meal.

The first thing Mo Mengchen and the others have to solve now is the problem of food.

In Atlanta, it’s easy to find Ewing’s favorite Gold Club, but it’s hard to find a restaurant that suits Dor.Mo’s taste.

Whenever Hill struggles to find a restaurant that looks okay, Mo Mengchen starts to pick things up without getting a foot in the door.

"The decoration of this restaurant is very ordinary, and the taste of the store manager is questionable."

"Clothes make a man, and even an ugly monster like you can become a friend of women by dressing up. Why don't these small restaurants have any ambition?" Hill doesn't care how Mo Mengchen complains about these restaurants, but can he not hold a gun? Suddenly cast cold arrows.

Ugly?
Except for Mo Mengchen, no one else has commented on his appearance like this!

"Do you think you're handsome?" Hill asked angrily.

Mo Mengchen looked over in surprise: "Isn't this generally accepted?"

Devil Mountain's knuckles turned white, and he pointed to the steak restaurant in front of him: "Is this the head office? It's no worse than your steak master!"

indeed.Mo Mengchen glanced at it and nodded slightly. Judging from the decoration, it is indeed no less than a steak master.

People depend on clothes and horses depend on saddles. As for restaurants, beautiful decoration is only the first step to success.

You know, the most indispensable thing in the world is embroidered pillows to dress yourself up brightly.

But they finally found a restaurant.

Hill didn't hesitate anymore, and led Mo Mengchen in. Since they were all wearing glasses and wigs, and they were relatively tall, the waiter couldn't recognize them.

"Two steaks, plus soda, thank you."

Hill helped Mo Mengchen order food.

Mo Mengchen was about to take off his glasses when Hill's hand slapped it hard like a broken ball.

"Do you want to be recognized?" Hill said. "I don't care. If you're willing to waste a few hours here signing autographs, just take off your glasses."

"Compared to listening to your nonsense and wasting hours of time signing autographs for fans, I don't want to eat with sunglasses on." Mo Mengchen took off his sunglasses, revealing his most recognizable eyes.

He has a pair of extraordinary eyes, the ability of these eyes is only known to him, to others, they are a pair of beautiful eyes.

Even if the rest of his face is covered except for the eyes, as long as someone sees his eyes, someone can recognize him.

Hill didn't know what to do, since Mo Mengchen wasn't afraid, what did he have to be afraid of?They took off their glasses together.

Not long after, the steaks were brought up. Although the waiter recognized them, Mo Mengchen handed over a tip and signature before she screamed: "I only have one request, don't make any noise before we leave."

The waiter, who received a tip and an autograph, departed contentedly.

Then it was time for Mo Mengchen to complain about the restaurant's cooking skills, and Hill felt more and more that it was wrong to accompany him out for dinner.

It was obviously a delicious food, but after his venomous comments, the price immediately dropped. Even he, who thought it was delicious at the beginning, felt that it was a gift from God that this kind of store survived until now.

"Since it has so many shortcomings, why do you still not have any left?" Hill asked.

"Because I'm hungry." Mo Mengchen's answer made Hill speechless.

(End of this chapter)