You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

In order to rejuvenate, Mo Mengchen slept in the same bed as Ephraim last night, but did nothing.

Even if Ephraim took off slowly to his underwear.

Mo Mengchen's heart was like iron and stone, which once made Ephraim think that her charm was not enough.

"Tonight's game, we will go to the scene to cheer for you."

This morning, Ephraim said to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to think about the game tonight at this time. The battle is coming. For them and the Bulls, this is the most important game of the season.

The winner moves forward and the loser stays.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?" Mo Mengchen changed the subject.

Ephraim laughed: "Did you forget what day it is today?"

"Isn't it weekend?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim nodded and said, "Yes, weekend, what day is the weekend?"

Just after getting up, Mo Mengchen was very unconscious, and he thought of it a little.

On the weekend, Ephraim's breakfast day.

"It seems that I can steal a lazy." Mo Mengchen smiled.

Although Ephraim has no talent for cooking, the words "practice make perfect" are all right. She only helps Momenchen and Adrian for breakfast on weekends every week, and she will practice when she has time.

Mo Mengchen and Adrian have been little mice for two years, and gradually let her practice a little bit of technology, and the things she made are no longer as difficult to swallow as before.

However, even if Ephraim made progress, Adrian did not like to eat what she made.

"Dr. Mo, you are going to play such an important game tonight, don't you want to have a good breakfast to start today?"

The little fat man really speaks.

Mo Mengchen replied to him with a smile: "Yeah, so we have to eat the breakfast made by Ephraim."

Adrian lowered his head silently, feeling extremely bad.

After a while, Medela came over and slammed the door.

"Amel, have you eaten?" Medela just made a plate of egg pancakes.

Medela took one: "I was thinking about what to wear to date."

"I think that black dress is quite suitable." Ephraim suggested.

"Dating?" Adrian asked. "Aren't you going to watch the game tonight, Amel?"

Medela inadvertently took a bite of egg pancakes and couldn’t help complimenting Ephraim’s cooking: “It’s delicious, I can’t believe you made it.”

Ephraim smiled contentedly: "I will improve as well."

I heard that Medela did not go to the field to watch the game to date. Ephraim felt very comfortable, because sometimes Mo Mengchen and Medela went too close.

The working relationship led them to be together every day. As Medela moved into the Garridon apartment, they even lived next door.

Medela was still beautiful, and Ephraim couldn't have no other ideas in her heart.

For such an important game tonight, Medela should go to the scene to cheer Mo Mengchen for whatever reason, but she has to give up the game and go on a date.

This is simply awesome.

Ephraim was ashamed of her suspicions about Medela. She and Mo Mengchen were indeed pure working partners and friends.

Adrian asked innocently: "Amel, don't you come to the game tonight?"

Medela said softly: "There are 20,000 people on the scene to help the pistons, don't you lack me."

Mo Mengchen gave her a glance.

She looked back boldly: this is what you said!

What is she really angry about? Mo Mengchen couldn't understand these women more and more.

After breakfast, Mo Mengchen took what he needed for training and competition, and drove alone to the Henry Ford Training Center.

The training has not started yet, he came early.

"Mo, why did you come so early today?" the security guard asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said: "Can't stay at home."

After all, he carried a backpack and walked into the training hall.

Watching him walk into the arena, the security guard said: "Unfortunately you are not the first one to come."

Hill came earlier than he did.

Mo Mengchen put the things down, and when he looked closer, Duke was already sweating heavily.

"If you can't run at night, don't use this as an excuse."

Mo Mengchen's voice suddenly sounded.

Hill stopped and looked back: "If I remember correctly, this is the first time we have played a tie-break."

That's right, for the first time.

Tonight's game can also be called the battle of life and death, not to win is to go home.

The last time they played such a game, two years ago, when Mo Mengchen was a rookie, they played the final game with the Magic in the playoffs.

They lost.

They have not had the experience of defeating their opponents in a battle of life and death.

Hill wants to find a touch on the outside, but his shooting is always so awkward.

The shooting posture is definitely the least like Jordan.

How chic is Jordan, how can there be a successor like him?

Mo Mengchen asked: "I want to know who taught you this shot?"

Hill hit the iron three-pointers.

The feel is too bad, and he is not so hard during training. He came here early to practice shooting to find the feel in advance, but the more he practiced, the more inaccurate.

Hearing Mo Mengchen's question, Hill replied: "I practiced myself, and no one taught me."

"No wonder, if a coach really teaches you to shoot like this, you should hire a killer to kill the wrong guy." Mo Mengchen said regretfully.

Hill's technology is very comprehensive, except for three-pointers, basically no shortcomings.

His mid-range quasi-head is good, his first-step explosive power is amazing, and he has the ability to change direction quickly.

Within the three-point line, as long as he is selfish, he can hit the scoring champion with a CIC and a breakthrough.

"Do you think my posture needs to be changed?" Hill asked seriously.

Mo Mengchen said: "Need."

Hill's posture affects not only his three-pointer, because the forward posture, defense can also interfere, as long as the jump is high enough, Hill's height advantage is blind.

His shooting posture is like a disaster, hard to say.

Mo Mengchen was really sorry, because he could have more influence on the offensive end, but he was restricted by his poor shooting posture from a young age.

Hill stopped speaking and continued to shoot.

Mo Mengchen also took a ball from the iron cage that installed basketball, and then walked to the basket that he usually used to practice shooting.

This is his dedicated shooting venue, this basket does not have a net.

Outside the top of the arc, the jumper shot.

The goal is scored.

Mo Mengchen walked to the next shooting point, and basketball hit the back of the hoop, flying towards Mo Mengchen's next receiving point.

This is a game he likes to play very much.

When he feels good, he can throw dozens of such **** in a row, and each one does not need to break the rhythm to pick up the ball.

His shooting efficiency is in stark contrast to Hill, who is constantly dribbling and hitting iron.

If someone divides the two shots into two sides for comparison, the intuitive feeling will be more obvious.

By noon, the training hall was still only Mo Mengchen and Hill.

They all sweated a lot, and Hill's appearance was enough to grab Sean Camp's nickname for his own use.

"Let's have a meal together."

Hill offered it.

Mo Mengchen threw the ball far into the iron cage where the basketball was placed.

Hill looked hot and wanted to follow suit, which was easier than making a 3-pointer.

result

"It's hard to find someone who feels worse than you." Mo Mengchen's irony made Hill crazy.

He ran to pick up the ball, and obviously he could put the ball directly in the iron cage. He had to run to the original position and throw it in with Mo Mengchen's method.

He did it this time, but basketball is determined to fight against him today.

Hill's ball flew into the iron cage and collided positively with a ball, so it popped up again, flying farther than the last time.

"hateful!"

Mo Mengchen "kindly" suggested: "If you want to play like that~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you can stay and continue playing, I will go to dinner first."

"You can't leave me behind!"

Hill yelled.

I am deaf.

When Duke Gaocai was confused, Mo Mengchen would not get used to him. If he wanted to continue to vote, then continue to vote, but don't expect him to waste time here to accompany him.

Life is precious. For a person who has died twice in the past and present and has lived three lifetimes, every second is precious.

Hill failed to put the **** ball in the iron cage in the end and left it lying alone on the ground.

In the afternoon, Alan Houston came to the training hall, he was the first to arrive here.

Seeing that there was a ball on the ground that no one took care of, he walked over, picked it up, and complained: "The quality of people now is getting lower and lower." Remember this website, www. biquxu. Com, easy to read next time, or enter "" on Baidu to enter this site