You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "Defense! Defense!"

　　 In the last round tonight, the Warriors were one point behind, but they still had a chance to save the game.

　　 This year's champion was determined to carry all of this on his body.

　　 "Think of how many mistakes you made tonight!"

　　Before he started, Mo Mengchen said to him something that evoked his countless memories.

　　 Tonight's Joe Smith scored 17 points, 11 rebounds, 4 assists and 6 turnovers.

　　 There are 5 mistakes inside that are caused by Mo Mengchen. His bag is fierce and powerful, and he particularly likes to drive him to a dead end.

　　How many times have I made a mistake?

　　The Warriors decided to use this round to test their champion, and they gave the control of the last attack to Joe Smith.

　　 "Be careful No. 12!"

This sentence shocked Joe Smith to stop the offense. Then, he wanted to pass the ball. He knew Barry was in the open position. He passed the ball out, then stared at Mo Mengchen to the end, stuck in front of Barry. And broke the ball.

　　 "The game is over!"

　　 "The game is over! Ladies and gentlemen!"

　　 "The Detroit Pistons won the Rocky Mountain Summer League! Let's congratulate them!"

　　The Pistons teamed up Mo Menchen and threw him into the air. They all knew that if it were not for this man, they would not be able to play here and they would not win the championship.

　　 "Who shouted that sentence?"

　　 Joe Smith roared.

　　Mo Mengchen hadn't entered a threatening position at all. He had enough time to attack. As a result, the **** "Caution 12" made him conditionally pass the ball to Barry.

　　 "Damn it! Who is it?"

　　 The conceited champion won't think that this mistake is his problem.

　　Jong Barry resignedly pointed to the player who was constantly thrown into the sky: "He shouted."

　　Smith glared, looking at the man who was constantly thrown up, a helpless face, he held his fist fiercely.

　　 "I'm not finished with you!"

　　Smith said in a low voice.

　　 "Joe, this guy is really amazing."

　　 Joe Lynch's assistant looked at the player who was thrown into the air and said with a smile.

　　 "His offense is not good and his defense is flawed. He has problems of one kind or another, but he tried to cover up these problems on the court and played his own style."

　　 "The most important thing is that he is a person who can make the team understand the goal clearly."

　　Looking at the guy supported by his teammates, Lynch made his prediction: "As long as he is not injured, he will become a great player, a great kind."

　　 Big joy is like big sadness, they last for a short time, because that represents the ultimate joy and sadness.

After madness, the players slowly calmed down.

　　Mo Mengchen was probably thrown a dozen times. His hair style was messed up, and his whole body was touched by the dirty hands of the group of bastards.

　　He was inexplicably angry and turned to warn the group of people: “This time it’s fine. If you throw me up next time without my permission, I can’t spare you!”

　　 heard the words, everyone laughed for a while.

　　 "Achievement: Summer League Champion."

　　 "Achievement: Summer League MVP."

　　 "Achievement: Summer League FMVP."

　　 "Achievement achieved: Summer League assists king."

　　 "Achievement achieved: Summer League steals king."

　　In an instant, rows of green words appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes, which was a hint from the achievement wall.

　　 He estimated that these achievement awards earned him 13,000 points.

　　 The system also informed him a few things in advance.

　　He is the MVP of the Summer League and the FMVP of the Summer League, and these awards have not yet been announced, but since such a prompt appears in the system, he must have won the award.

　　Summer League champions, not to say light, not to say heavy.

　　 Compared to the weight of the NBA championship?

　　 won the NBA championship, everyone is to take champagne to spray, summer league champion, spraying mineral water with each other means meaning.

　　 Watching the people in the dressing room spraying mineral water, Mo Mengchen was like a high IQ creature looking at a low IQ creature, until Louis M. Lor, the **** bastard, pointed the gunfire at him.

　　 His eyes of death were looking at each other, and Don Reid also shot at him.

　　 "Mo, this is for you!"

　　Mo Mengchen didn't want to start, but eventually picked up a bottle of mineral water and joined the battle of mentally handicapped.

　　 Then came the award ceremony. The Pistons raised the trophy of the Rocky Mountain Summer League Championship and took a group photo.

　　 At this point, the most valuable game of the NBA offseason is over.

　　 This temporary team, most people will leave the team and continue to struggle for the future.

　　 After nearly half a month of competition, Mo Mengchen felt a little tired, and this schedule is only one-eighth of the NBA regular season. He needs to adapt to this rhythm as soon as possible.

　　 Wait until the start of the season, he will only be more tired than now.

　　All the people got on the bus.

　　 Leaning on the bus, Mo Mengchen's mind inexplicably appeared a melody, this is a song he used to listen to.

　　 "I'm coming back,"

　　 "I'm coming back,"

　　 "Let the world know that I am coming back."

　　 "Let heavy rain wash away all the pain of the past."

"What song is this?"

　　Reed asked back.

　　 "ComingHome." Mo Mengchen knew he had made a mistake as soon as he opened his mouth. At this time, it was still 15 years before the song was released.

　　 "I haven't heard it, but this prelude is particularly catchy, I like it!" Reid's appearance convinced Mo Mengchen that he would look for the song's tape when he returned.

　　Reid's words reminded Mo Mengchen.

Although he does not know astronomy and geography like other traversers, he also has some good songs hidden in his mind, many years before the birth of these songs. He has a system.

　　May only need to plagiarize one or two songs, let yourself be a singer first, the system may be able to solve the following problems.

　　Mo Mengchen took out a pen and began to silently write the lyrics of "ComingHome".

　　 The first time he heard this song, it was an Iverson video made by an Iverson fan. Combining the lyrics, plus Iverson’s experience, it was really touching.

　　 Everyone was sleeping, and he took the pen and wrote the lyrics silently from beginning to end.

　　 When he finished, the car had arrived at the station.

　　 "Mo, what are you writing?" Lynch asked.

　　 "Nothing." Mo Mengchen put away his notebook and put it in his backpack.

　　 The next day, the Rocky Mountain Summer League Committee announced all the individual awards for the Summer League.

　　Mo Mengchen was elected MVP and FMVP, plus assist king and steal king, for a time, his name swept the league.

Although the level of the Summer League is not as high as that of the NBA, it is also a platform for rookies to test their skills. At the moment of its birth, it is destined to serve as a springboard for superstar embryos.

　　 "Who is the number 12 piston?"

　　 "The most amazing name of the month-Asian players from Australia!"

　　 "The talented doctor at the Mayo Center is about to undergo a disruptive operation on Detroit!"

Gradually, many reporters found that Mo Mengchen had many things to write.

　　 When people opened his resume, he found that his past was full of tragedy.

　　 "This is a genius cursed by God!"

　　 "He was the most promising high school student player!"

　　 "3 ACL tears, a car accident enough to destroy 99.9% of human beings on the planet, these did not stop him from standing up."

　　 "He is a promising doctor, but in the end, he put on the jersey and came back!"

　　Many people who don’t know Mo Mengchen have learned everything he has done through the uncovered articles, reports and bottom stories that have sprung up in recent days.

　　 Those are not secrets, as long as you can find them.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't like these materials, although the news made him angry again.

　　 But he didn't like it, because these news made him a stubborn dreamer.

　　 This is too hypocritical.

　　 "Mo, I regret these things you experienced."

　　 Rolle said to him.

　　 "There is only one thing that will make me feel sorry," Mo Mengchen said with a stinky face, and said harshly, "That is what makes you feel sorry for me."

　　 "Mo...I'm not malicious."

　　Mo Mengchen snorted: "I am not malicious."

　　 After the summer league, Mo Mengchen signed a 2+2 rookie contract with the Pistons.

　　 In addition to him, the students of the same class who joined him also received a formal contract.

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　　The Pistons originally wanted to leave Solder who shined in the finals. As a result, the lack of thickness inside the Bulls robbed him with a two-year contract of 4.4 million.

　　 If there was no final game, Solder would have gone overseas and closed the door of the NBA. That game changed his destiny.

On the day of the official signing, the Pistons held a press conference.

　　Mo Mengchen and other rookies faced the reporter and accepted a short cut.

　　 "I lived in the shadow for a long time, and I decided to get rid of it, which is why I decided to become an NBA player."

　　 The reporter's question annoyed Mo Mengchen, and he finally answered the question positively.

　　 "The Pistons are a team that is confrontational and extremely traditional. Do you think you can adapt?"

　　The reporter continued to ask questions.

　　Mo Mengchen glanced at the reporter, his face still, and said: "There is no doubt."

　　Although the reporter wanted to dig Mo Mengchen, he seemed to avoid it, and Lynch, who was sitting next to him, did not help much.

　　Mo Mengchen took several students of the same level, and dealt with reporter interviews perfectly.

　　 Then, they will go back to the Henry Ford Training Center with the team, determine some things, understand some things, get familiar with some things.

　　 "Mo, do you want to continue wearing the No. 12 jersey?"

　　 The team's warehouse administrator came to ask.

　　 "No, I want to change my number."

　　Mo Mengchen has had enough of this jersey with the same number as the protagonist of the Bulls.

　　 "Then what number do you want to change?"

"No.9."

　　Mo Mengchen said it without thinking.