You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　Chapter 1043 Hang up the phone in order

　　The hot water fell on Mo Mengchen's body.

　　 Speaking of, this is like a clever reincarnation.

　　Mo Mengchen and Hill, the latter entered the alliance earlier.

　　Anthony and Curry are also in this order.

　　The latter entered the league earlier to accept the experience, and has now become an All-Star insider. Curry once shyly lacked confidence, but now, he is full of confidence, optimistic and cheerful, and good at communicating, just like another Grant Hill.

　　 As for Anthony... Just as his teammates said, Mo Mengchen saw that he was becoming a familiar and strange guy.

　　Mo Mengchen doesn't know what this change means to him and the team, he only knows that such a change is beneficial to the team.

　　 As a traversal, the butterfly effect he brought affects many people, and the people around him are naturally no exception. Curry and Anthony are growing up to be very different from their previous lives.

　　 The results of this process, in the end, have yet to be verified.

　　 He closed his eyes and his slender hair covered his half of the face with annoyance.

　　He turned on the system.

　　 Nowadays, the value of the system is no longer to help him to improve, but to allow him to maintain his existing combat power.

　　 his total rating stays at 93 forever, and it seems reasonable to him who has suffered tragic injuries.

　　 Since two years ago, his attributes have been degraded every year. To add back these degraded attributes using attribute points, it will cost more attribute points than at the beginning.

　　 Therefore, his current attribute points are basically put on his body and wait until the attribute is degraded before using it.

　　 has 500,000 stats, no more and no less.

　　 glanced at the system casually, it turned off, and there was nothing to see.

　　After taking a shower, Mo Mengchen got dressed and walked out of the shower room, leaving only Martel Webster and Louis M. Lall outside.

　　 "Dad, I didn't say anything bad about you..." Webster said.

　　 "I know." Mo Mengchen didn't expect him to do this. "Even if you said it, I didn't care."

　　After hearing the words, Webster felt relieved.

　　 "I have said, Dad is not a person with a small belly."

　　 No, I really am.

　　 "Rookie, let's go." Rolle said to Mo Mengchen while pulling Webster, "Good night, Mo, Merry Christmas."

　　 There was only Mo Mengchen in the dressing room. He slowly packed up and waited until he cleaned the closet. It was already ten minutes later.

　　Look at the time again, close to twelve.

　　 The game was playing fast tonight, and the press conference didn't spend much time, which was considered to be an earlier end.

　　 was all packed up, Mo Mengchen threw unnecessary things into the corner like everyone else, and then walked out of the dressing room.

　　Ephraim was waiting for him in the parking lot, and Mo Mengchen went around for a while.

　　 There are four intersections in the player channel of the Imperial Axis Arena, and each of them can lead to the parking lot. The nearest one is the area guarded by the fans. If he wants to access the parking lot from there, he has to waste a lot of time.

　　 Therefore, Mo Mengchen would rather go around for a while, rather than waste this time.

　　Mo Mengchen observed while walking, and was very vigilant. If he saw any traces of fans, he would immediately detour.

　　 At first glance, there was only one handyman in the corridor.

　　The miscellaneous worker saw him, as if confirming it, he took a few more glances, and then asked, "Are you...Dor.Mo?"

　　It is difficult to meet someone in the Imperial Axis Arena who does not know Mo Mengchen.

　　Mo Mengchen was extremely vigilant. He put his left hand into the package and quickly found a fruit knife for cutting apples.

　　The Imperial Axis Arena has first-class security measures and has been in use for many years. So far, there has been no violent incident, at most it is theft. This is an accident that cannot be avoided in any place with large traffic.

　　 Even if it is so safe, Mo Mengchen is not at ease.

This miscellaneous worker gave him a very strange feeling. His memory has always been very good. As long as he has been interviewed, he will have the impression that since the Empire Axis Arena was put into use, he has made hundreds of trips here every year. He remembered the faces of every handyman.

　　Only without this face, this is a strange face.

　　No, it can't be said stranger, the outline of this face has a feeling of having seen it before, but he is sure that he has never seen this person.

　　He held a fruit knife, and if something changed, he could cut the carotid artery of this person at the fastest speed.

　　 "I am, are you?" Mo Mengchen asked with a relaxed expression.

"My name is Underwood and it is a new cleaner." He looked up, and Mo Mengchen could finally see his face clearly. "My grandson is your fan, and I came here for this. Become here I thought before the cleaner, if I could meet you one day, I might get your autograph..."

　　Since it is a new cleaner, Mo Mengchen has no reason to see him, so it makes sense.

　　Mo Mengchen did not doubt the motives of the cleaners. When recruiting workers in the Imperial Axis Arena, he was rejected by those who had a history of violent crime.

Is Mo Mengchen's luck so good that he meets a new cleaning worker casually-he doesn't seem to say that he is 50 years old-a 50-year-old man, who has no violent crime record so far, if he sees him, he feels sick Dare, if he breaks the law, he can only admit that he is out of luck.

　　 pulled his hand out of the backpack and took a pen by the way: "Where do you want me to sign?"

　　Underwood groped for something on his body. He touched it and found that there was nothing on his body worth signing.

　　He was annoyed, "I'm so confused!"

　　Mo Mengchen no doubt worried, he pulled out an unused spare kneepad from his backpack.

　　 is known for his weak knees. Every game, he wears knee pads. This habit has been maintained for many years. It has developed to the point that if he does not wear knee pads, he will not play well.

　　 Some people bring accessories to play in order to play cool, and the meaning of knee pads for Mo Mengchen is like a Hamilton's mask-without it, I am uncomfortable!

　　 "Do you think this is okay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　Underwood said in surprise: "This is just right!"

　　Mo Mengchen signed his name directly on the knee brace brand.

　　 This is indeed a suitable signature item. Knee pads are a sign of Mo Mengchen. His shoe company naturally also produced his own personal knee pads, which were signed with his exclusive knee pads, just like the signature with his jersey.

　　 "Merry Christmas, sir." Mo Mengchen said after signing.

　　Mo Mengchen was about to leave, and Underwood stopped him again.

　　 "No, it's all right," Underwood said.

　　If he came for signature, would he not carry the items for signature?

　　The resurgence of doubts reappeared, but Underwood did not make other requests, and Mo Mengchen entered the parking lot from the elevator at the intersection.

　　 "Daddy!"

　　Loriya ran towards him.

　　 saw her daughter, Mormon Chen's little doubt about Underwood, and gradually threw it behind his head.

　　 He picked up Loriya easily, "Please tell me, is the Walkman nice, or is my game beautiful?"

　　 "The Walkman is nice, and the game looks good!"

　　 At a young age, I understand the truth of everything I need? This is not enough, we must learn to be content.

　　 "What if I have to choose the same?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　Loriya said "thoughtfully" and said, "Then I will solemnly choose the Walkman."

　　 "Why?"

　　Loria, Loria, can you hear Dad’s heartbreaking voice?

　　Loriya said: "Because the game can still watch the recording."

　　Mo Mengchen lost to her, so she had to hug her directly and put it in the rear driver's seat.

　　 "It looks like everything is going well tonight." Ephraim said.

　　 "Yes." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 He sat close to the main driver's seat, because Medela was going home for Christmas, so he had to be a driver tonight.

Mo Mengchen slowly started the car, and the playful children were quiet in the car. This wonderful game tonight made them very tired, and, at this time, they usually slept long ago, because today is Christmas, only because of them It's Dor.Mo's child, so wait until now.

　　 On the way home, Hill called as usual.

　　 Since this guy got permission from the hospital, almost every game night, he would call and give directions.

　　Mo Mengchen answered his phone without hesitation.

　　 "What advice do you have tonight, Mr. John Wooden?" said Mo Mengchen strangely.

　　 "There is nothing to teach, your performance is great!" Hill said happily.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't want to disturb the child, so he wanted to hang up the phone quickly: "Are you still having trouble?"

　　 "Can't talk if there is nothing? Do you have the heart to hang up my phone?"

　　 Then, Ephraim took Mo Menchen's hand over the phone: "Excuse me, Grant, the children are going to rest, good night."

　　 Then she hung up the phone.

　　Mo Mengchen said while driving: "Actually, you don't have to talk nonsense to him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Just hang up the phone."

　　 "That's a bit impolite."

　　 "Politeness? Do you speak politeness to this guy?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

　　 "No." Mo Mengchen said, "Tolerance to this guy is cruelty to the children."

　　 As a result, Hill really called again.

　　Mo Mengchen answered the phone, "What else, Mr. Wooden?"

　　 "You are not allowed to call me Wooden again!"

　　 "Since the children are resting, then I will not disturb you, and say happy holidays to them for me!"

　　 "Do you have anything else?"

　　 "Yes, you are not allowed to hang me..."

　　Half of Hill's words, Mo Mengchen hung up the phone.

　　 "Why not let him finish?" Ephraim asked.

"You don't understand this? Do you think this guy can call and press what kindness?" Mo Mengchen knows Hill too well. "If I continue to listen to the phone, he will grab the phone in front of me and hang up, so he Just pull back to a city."

　　 In the end, Ephraim had only one question left: "Is it so important who hangs up?"

　　 Yes, if I let him hang up my phone, how much face do I have?

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