You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Who can tell me what happened to Grant Hill?"

The criticism of the media arrived on time.

"As far as I know, Hill has become one of the most disappointing words of the year."

"Like the meaning of the name Hill, he has become the biggest obstacle on the road to the Pistons' championship. He blocked the team like a mountain."

"The most reliable guy has become the deadliest weakness? I like this plot."

It seemed that the saliva of the whole world was spraying on Hill, which stopped all local media in Detroit who wanted to criticize Hill.

Hill is facing such a difficult situation, and his own media cannot be worse.

The series is not over yet. If they are really eliminated because of Hill, it is not too late to criticize him.

Two days before Game 6 starts, the Pistons will head to Chicago tomorrow.

Prior to this, the team stayed in Detroit to rest.

Mo Mengchen woke up at Noah Sivers' home.

After talking with Hill last night, he didn’t go home because he was close to Sivers’s house at the time, and he was so sleepy—he found himself a perfect excuse—so he didn’t come. Come.

Sivers led him into the room, and some post-match sports took place.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes and carefully recalled what else to do today.

"Have some breakfast."

Severus didn't seem to know that they lost the game. She had no interest in the NBA, and she would not follow the NBA because of Mo Mengchen.

At the beginning, Mo Mengchen was listless.

Until he saw Sivers wearing a pajamas that just wrapped around his hips, there was only a pink **** covering the spring, and the rest of the parts were still half-covered and half exposed like a pipa, and he was immediately energized. a lot of.

"You can show a little more." Mo Mengchen was eating a sandwich.

Sivers turned to smile and asked, "Do you want to see it?"

Mo Mengchen has a taste that ordinary people can't understand: "No, then I can know if a woman's morning erection is like a man's."

After hearing this, Sivers turned his eyes down: "Don't you..."

Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen did not have Chen Bo, he just said casually.

"Why did you come to me suddenly last night?" Sivers asked.

It seems that she really doesn't know about the game.

Mo Mengchen said: "I was sleepy at the time."

"Are you sleepy?" Sivers imagined the scene last night.

Very yellow and violent, forget it, Mo Mengchen did not seem very sleepy at the time.

Sivers is too lazy to pursue these things, she continued: "Yes, our hospital signed a cooperation agreement with the Mayo Clinic on the Scorpio project."

"The agreement includes the possibility of inviting doctors from both hospitals to undergo joint surgery."

That is to say.

"You can have surgery for Loretta." Sivers said.

After all, something other than basketball diverted Mo Mengchen's attention. He really needed to be distracted by things that had nothing to do with basketball.

Too much concentration will make him irritable.

The big score of 3 to 2 pressed against him like a stone. He couldn't move it away. Unless they won in Chicago and brought the game back to Detroit, the pressure will always be on them.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Have you notified Shannon?"

"Not yet," Sivers said.

"Okay, don't tell her for now."

"why?"

Mo Mengchen said: "I have no time recently, and this is not an ordinary operation, I need a detailed plan."

According to Evsf's understanding of Mo Mengchen, he should have planned well long ago, as long as he can perform combined surgery, he can start at any time.

At nine in the morning, Mo Mengchen returned home.

After the division finals began, he suspended hospital work and shifted his focus to the game.

Ephraim has gone to work, and 250 is alone.

He was sitting on the bed, as if he had grown a pair of eyes where he could see ghosts, scratching the air.

He is preparing to upgrade attributes.

This is the last time this season has improved.

Promoting to the Eastern Conference Finals and being selected for three rounds allowed Mo Mengchen to quickly accumulate 80,000 attribute points. This accumulation rate is unimaginable at the speed of earning points in the past.

80,000 attribute points, not too much for him now, he has to find the attribute that needs the most promotion.

These days of training leave his attributes unchanged.

He began to feel the bottleneck, just like a person's upper limit, if there is no system, he may not be able to improve.

It is a bit similar to the potential value in 2K games. The future development of a player is determined by the potential value.

Mo Mengchen now has a similar problem, and his potential seems to be stuck above the 80-point total rating.

He doesn't believe that training can't be improved, but he can't study it now, so he can only improve by attributes.

He quickly found the point where he wanted to improve: dribbling to stop the mid-range shot.

He has only 60 points for this attribute, which is qualified.

No matter in what era, the middle distance is the killer skill of superstars. Even in the era of small **** that are considered inefficient offensive means, the middle distance is also the final weapon of victory.

In an instant, Mo Mengchen increased this attribute from 60 to 75, and from 75 points onwards, each point of downward promotion is more than 3000 attribute points.

At this rate of increase, until 80 points, it is estimated that four or five thousand attribute points are needed without a little improvement.

"Insatiable shit!"

Mo Mengchen scolded, ending the attribute modification.

The overall rating is still 80, unchanged.

Mid-range has never been Mo Mengchen's regular scoring method. If the space is large enough, he would rather throw instead of jump.

Tossing requires space. If you break through your opponent and someone behind you can defend, you will not be able to shoot. This is why he needs a CIC.

If the attack is not comprehensive enough, the attack will be blocked.

Recalling the game two days later, Mo Mengchen just wanted to find a place to train to adapt to the feel brought about by adding attributes.

The next morning

Mo Mengchen is about to go away.

"Dr. Mo, you said, will bring the game back." Adrian Kiddmomonchen told the media.

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly: "Yes, I will bring the game back, you can still watch the game on the spot."

"My sister and I will cheer for you in front of the TV." Adrian said.

Seeing Adrian's body getting fatter, Mo Mengchen was very worried about his future, and he looked at Ephraim. Although the other party has the same concerns, the focus now is on him.

"Just try your best."

Adults are more rational, and Ephraim will not ask Mo Mengchen what he must do.

Mo Mengchen does not need reason, what he needs now is a great determination: "Trust me, I will win."

Ephraim laughed: "I just don't want you to put too much pressure on yourself."

Sometimes, stress becomes motivation.

Mo Mengchen said goodbye to Ephraim and met Medela when she went out. She has been dating recently. According to her, the date went smoothly.

But looking at her complexion, it didn't look like she was in peach blossom.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Medela was fed up with **** dating. If Meijiayuan was not the website built by Mo Mengchen, she would take this pitted website to court.

Since the opening of Meijiayuan, there have been many couples in pairs, but there are also many people who have encountered abnormalities.

There are very few like Medela who often encounter perverts.

She doesn't know if she doesn't have a relationship with men~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or she really can't get rid of the bad luck brought by her ex-boyfriend.

I remembered the man last night...the others were very good, the work was good, the education was good, and she met her requirements in many ways, but he had an unbearable odor on his body that even the deodorant could not The breath of resistance made her find a reason to leave the scene halfway through the appointment.

Now, she hopes that Mo Mengchen will allow her to resume work.

Mo Mengchen thought he was helping Medela out of the bitter sea: "No, I have only recently played, there are no other things, you continue to date."

"But I..."

Medela is more willing to be with him than dating, and even being ridiculed by him all day is better than dating a group of perverted or physically impaired men.

"good luck."

Mo Mengchen didn't notice Medela's loss and took the luggage down the stairs.