You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　Michael Curry made a three-pointer and scored.

　　 Around the screen, get rid of the defensive catch again three points, continue to advance.

　　 Just after halftime, Mo Mengchen kept pushing the ball directly to Curry at the top of the arc and opened his hand to make another three points.

In this team match, Mo Mengchen took a substitute against the black team with Hill and Houston. It stands to reason that the opponent's strength is better, but Michael Curry is like another Curry soul after decades. Just like the possession, there are all kinds of three-pointers.

　　 "Heck, how is this guy's 3-pointer so accurate?"

　　Houston opened his eyes, not knowing what magic Momo Chen put on Curry.

　　 "Mo, give it up, you can't get rid of me at all!" Hill clung to Mo Mengchen and deliberately let go of his left hand.

　　Because people all over the world know that Mo Mengchen doesn't like to go to the left.

　　 "Do you think you are smart?"

　　 Suddenly, Mo Mengchen froze, left. From the first step, Hill, who was completely unprepared, lost his guard. He watched Mo Mengchen pass by him and scored with a layup.

　　 He has no way at all, because his defensive concentration is entirely in the right hand.

　　 "Your left hand... looks not as bad as the legend." This is Hill's judgment. From this extraordinary and subsequent layup, Mo Mengchen's left hand is not incapable of attacking.

　　Mo Mengchen's goal ended the match. He led the white team to defeat the black team with four starters by 9 points.

　　 "Too shameful!" Houston kicked the ball away and consciously went to the lap.

　　 Hill said: "You haven't told me what happened to your left hand." "I will tell you when you finish running." Mo Mengchen sat down and said.

As the black team ran, Collins stood in the middle of the field and said, "Today's training ends here. Tomorrow is the game day. After you go back, take a good rest and recuperate. The fans hope to see you play in a brilliant manner. "

　　 As soon as Collins finished speaking, Mo Mengchen walked to the bench on the sidelines and sat down.

　　He picked up an idea that made him completely unfamiliar, and found the name of Ephraim on a cell phone with a sense of age.

　　 After so many years, he is the first time to invite people out to watch a movie.

　　What reason is good? The weather is good today. Is it a good day to watch a movie?

　　I am interested in you, shall we go to the movies?

　　I think this movie is particularly stupid, let's relax?

　　Mo Mengchen's mind flashed a dozen excuses, but he felt something was wrong.

　　 "Isn't this the **** rookie that made us run for more than ten laps? Why are you dazed by the phone here?" Hill, Houston and others came over.

　　Mo Mengchen raised his head and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

　　 "You have not told me, why is your left hand so flexible?"

　　 "I am not a disabled person, is it strange that my left hand is flexible?"

　　 "I mean..." Hill's brow furrowed high. Why is it so hard to talk to this person?

　　Houston said: "He means, why does your left hand fly/air as well as your right hand?"

"Although I don’t know what you’re talking about, from personal hygiene, it’s not good for the prostate to fly or fly because there are bacteria on the hands at any time. If you don’t wash your hands for more than an hour, the bacteria’s composition is as much as ten million, so , I don’t advocate..."

　　 "Shut up, who told you this!"

　　Mo Mengchen said Houston was sweating coldly.

"When playing the game just now, I found that there is no difference between your left hand breakthrough and your right hand. If it is not an illusion, I feel that your left hand breakthrough is more threatening than the right hand, but from the technical statistics, the left hand is your technical blind spot, left The side is your offensive blind spot, I want to know what is going on."

　　 Hill is not questioning, he is just curious why such a contradictory thing will happen to Mo Mengchen.

　　 "Are you there?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ok? The teacher is going to class?

　　 In addition to a few starters, other people also looked over.

　　Mo Mengchen said: "For example, I am Grant Hill..."

　　Hill Chrysanthemum is tight, how come you come to me?

　　 "My breakthrough is very threatening, but my three-pointer is not threatening..."

　　 "Wait a minute, although my three-pointer is not accurate, but at any rate it also has a 15%... hit rate." Hill said not very confidently.

"Okay, my breakthrough is very threatening, but my three-pointer has a huge threat of 15% shooting. As long as it is not a CP with a brain in the water, it should know which threat is greater." Mo Monchen said, "If I were Grant , And I’m not ashamed to hang myself for having such an amazing technical defect, I will try to cover up my shortcomings and advantages in the game."

　　 "I will provide my opponent with a false data, I will not let others know that my three-point shooting rate is as high as 15%."

　　Mo Mengchen looked at Hill with a look on his face: "That's why my left hand is so threatening, but the data can't reflect it."

　　 "Insidious!"

　　 "Vile!"

　　 "Cunning!"

　　 "What a terrible idea, this man!"

　　Looking at the crowd like a wooden chicken, Mo Mengchen asked, "Is there anything else?"

　　 "I only have a 15% hit rate. How can I hide this shortcoming? I can't do it at all, okay?" Hill complained.

　　 "Why can't you do it?" Mo Mengchen asked, "If you are determined not to shoot, your hit rate is 0."

　　 "Aren't there no threats?"

　　 "You said that, even worse, your three-point shooting rate is also 15%. Although it is even poorer than the poor in the slums, it is not without threats."

"You can also continue to increase your hit rate in private. Sooner or later, your hit rate will rise, and at that time, there may be stupid guys who empty you because you never shot outside the three-point line. .."

　　 "My chance is here!" Hill interrupted him.

　　Houston kept shaking his head: "You guy is too ridiculous, but I like it!"

　　 "I still have a question!" Lor said.

　　 "Say." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 Rolle pointed at his phone: "What have you been staring at it for?"

With so many people present, Mo Mengchen didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he felt that it was necessary to learn from others. Although this group of people is a bit stupid, he certainly has more experience in asking women out than him. After all, he hasn't taken the initiative to invite others for a long time. Too.

　　 "I want to invite others to watch a movie, but I don't know what to say."

　　 "Oh~~~"

　　Everyone's eyes shone. It turned out that the rookie who was proud and had a higher eye than the top had no politeness and awe!

　　 "It seems that our rookie is having problems!" Houston laughed.

　　 "It's a big problem." Dumas followed.

　　 "You asked her for the first time?" Hilti deliberately used "her" instead of "he". (Note: The pronunciation of "she" and "he" are different in English)

　　Mo Mengchen nodded.

"Yes."

　　 "Tell us quickly, who is the girl who is so unlucky, you are actually taken in by you." Houston asked closer.

　　 was originally a trivial matter, but the people who made the whole audience come together.

No way, Mo Mengchen's posture is usually too high, everyone thinks he is a **** without seven emotions and six desires, and suddenly finds that he is also a flesh, he also needs the nourishment of love, and he will also be distressed because he does not know how to make a woman out. You may come over to make fun of it, and see if you can help, so that he can treat him better in the future.

　　Mo Mengchen whitened Houston and said, "She is my neighbor, a lawyer, and lives with her younger brother."

　　 "Does she have a crush on you?"

"Have."

　　Mo Mengchen was extremely sure.

　　 "Hah! Why do you say that? Could it be that you are passionate?" Houston said what everyone dare not say.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him strangely: "If you feel like I'm going to make random comments without understanding the situation, I will be sad, because that means you think I am the same CP as you. "

　　 "Fuck! Are you asking for help?"

　　 "Sorry, I just don't want to ask you for help."

　　 "What do you say? Don't you know that I am the love of the Pistons? The unicorn who gave the nickname to the night show is me. As long as I have a look, women will always be posted like a **** who has taken an aphrodisiac!"

　　Mo Mengchen simply ignored him: "In addition to this lunatic~www.readwn.com~ can anyone provide me with valuable advice?"

　　 "If she has a good opinion of you, I suggest you take it easy and ask her to come out normally, first ask her if she is free tonight, and then tell her the purpose, it is very simple." Hill laughed.

　　 "Yes, don't be too complicated."

　　 "You are all like this girl? This is not good, it's too much!" Tucao from Houston.

　　Mo Mengchen had shielded Houston, followed the advice of others, and called Ephraim.

　　 "Speak softly," Dumas suggested.

　　 "Yes! This is the key!" Hill nodded.

　　Under the watch of a group of strong men, it is really weird to make an appointment to watch the movie.

"Hey."

"it's me."

　　Mo Mengchen's soft voice makes people unbelievable that this is the **** rookie who picks bones from their eggs all day.

"are you free tonight?"

　　 Mo Mengchen said nothing else, this gentle tone has stunned the others at the scene, is this the same rookie we are familiar with?

　　 Shit, it turns out you can talk well!

　　 "If you are free, I would like to invite you to watch a movie. I have two tickets."

　　 "9:30 at night."

"OK, bye."

　　Mo Mengchen hung up the phone and got up and said, "I didn't realize until today that you guys still have some use. Anyway, thank you for your advice."

　　The people stood there, and they didn't know how to respond.

　　 This scene is too shocking.

　　 It turns out that there are really people in the world who can switch back and forth between two characters.