You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　The next day, the Pistons official: Forward Grant Hill suffered a third-level sprain of his right ankle and will be absent for 5-6 weeks.

　　 After the news came out, monsters and monsters from all walks of life were dispatched.

　　 The Detroit Blue Flag newspaper looked at the Pistons like this: "The best player in the team is lost, and Dor. Mo laughs again. The Pistons, who seem to be in good shape, have come to an end."

　　 is also a team in the East, the New York media is even more joking about the Pistons: "The car lost its wheels, the Cavaliers lost the horses, and the soldiers’ bullets have been burned out. How do they fight?"

　　 "Could we expect Dor.Mo to fill Hill with 28 points, 10 rebounds and 7 assists per game?"

　　 Even some media supporting the Pistons expressed pessimism.

　　Most of the media are watching the decline, and some retired players have also commented on it, and almost no one is optimistic about the Pistons.

　　 Early this morning, Mo Mengchen came to the hospital to check for Hill.

　　 Doctors like him are now wasting time on a sprained ankle, and even inside the hospital think it is a waste.

　　 "It seems that last night Tamia didn't fight you for three hundred rounds in bed without comforting you, very good."

　　Mo Mengchen checked for a long time and said such a sentence.

"Huh, vulgar guy!" Hill said, "I found that injury has the benefit of injury. I now have a lot of time to listen to fetal movement every day. Tamia is pregnant with a boy. Do you know? No, you certainly don't know, because you Not even dare to propose, haha~~"

　　Is this guy who can't even take care of himself about to have a child? Poor little guy.

　　Hill recently used to show off Tamia's pregnancy in front of Mo Mengchen. The accident that forced him to propose to Tamia was now the capital to show off.

　　 Grant Hill is really full of all kinds of cold humor that makes Mo Mengchen endure.

　　 "How to prevent the injury from worsening, I believe you are already clear." Mo Mengchen took him to his office, "I will teach you a few movements, and practice on your own when you are free."

　　Hill looked at him in a serious way, originally wanted to smile, and then got serious.

　　 come and go, a total of twelve movements, in fact, are more common ankle sprain recovery movements after 20 years, but it is not yet popular.

　　 "Is it useful?" Hill asked.

　　 "I do it every day."

　　 "You are not injured again."

　　 "Yes, I do it every day, so I am not injured."

　　Mo Mengchen itself is the best advertisement. Everyone around him knows what kind of injuries he has experienced and how he takes care of himself is a secret that many people want to know.

　　 "What else needs to be done?" Hill asked.

　　 A rare and serious atmosphere, Mo Mengchen couldn't bear to destroy, took out a book about sports recovery from the drawer.

　　 "If you want to prevent injuries as much as possible, I suggest you take this rare holiday to take a good look at this book." Mo Mengchen said.

　　Hill received the book and suddenly asked: "What do you plan to do next? Without me, the game must be difficult to play?"

　　He is narcissistic and a little proud.

　　 From the statistics, he is the most important player of the Pistons.

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　　Henry Ford Training Center

　　 The lack of Hill's training hall always makes people feel a little depressed.

　　During training, Mo Mengchen was the most inaccessible person. He was full of aggression. Whoever approached him would bite him without exception.

　　Before there was Hill, this one-sided suppression can still have a buffer.

　　Now that Hill is not here, everyone is nervous.

　　 "Grant is going to leave for a while, and then we have to fight for him!" Westphal said something that everyone was tired of.

　　 That day's team match, because Hill was absent, Ricky Davis, who had always been teammate with Mo Mengchen, went to the black team.

　　 Without Hill, the black team was inexplicably short.

　　 The black team succeeded in jumping the ball. Davis did not dare to break through and took a jumper directly.

　　It was difficult to make a tight shot. Rashid took the rebound and handed it to Mo Mengchen.

　　Mo Mengchen sprinted quickly, instantly hit Davis who wanted to stop him, and made a layup.

　　 "The waste that the media said would be nothing without Grant, is it you?"

　　Mo Mengchen saw the black team lifeless and asked deliberately to stay in the frontcourt.

　　 Then, he took the initiative to defend Davis.

　　 "Ricky, the fox next to the tiger can never become a climate, do you agree with this sentence?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　Davis did not dare to answer, careful dribbling, trying to attack, in fact, his breakthrough is the most suitable to deal with Mo Mengchen.

　　He has a fast start-up speed and strong physical quality, which is exactly the type that Mo Mengchen will not deal with.

　　 "Don't you dare to even say a rubbish, do you want to replace Grant's position?" Mo Mengchen suddenly grabbed.

　　Davis was shocked. The more he panic, the easier it was to make mistakes and accidentally stepped out of bounds.

　　 "This guy's courage is about to be frightened. Does anyone come to comfort me?"

　　Mo Mengchen asked loudly.

　　Houston came over and dragged Davis away, somehow like an old player.

　　The white team served the sideline and Mo Mengchen dribble the ball to the frontcourt, calling for Lor, and the two teamed up.

　　 against Davis, Mo Mengchen was too lazy to single him and returned the ball to Lore.

　　 Rolle succeeded with a 3-pointer.

　　 "Ricky, are you really worthy of starting?" Mo Mengchen looked at him in disbelief.

　　 "I deserve it!"

　　 Suddenly, Davis answered.

　　 "No, seeing you like you, it is estimated that your mother can't feel at ease at home. How about we call him and ask him to come back with his injury?"

　　 Increasingly dense **** words ravaged the players' will.

　　 Momengchen's **** words are harsh, but they have never been as dense as today, and they are group attacks.

　　Houston couldn't see it, cut it out to catch the ball, and deliberately found Mo Mengchen to make a layup.

　　 "Mo, go to you!" Houston shouted.

　　 "The black team still seems to be hardened." Mo Mengchen asked the others to dribble through the half and then told the black team aloud, "You still have ten minutes to prove yourself!"

　　Mo Mengchen's **** words provoke the anger of the black team, a match that should be easily won by the white team, and later evolved into a gunpowder-flavored game.

　　 The last goal, Mo Mengchen arc turned to the top, shaking off the initiative to defend his Ricky Davis, three-point lore.

　　 Finally, the black team lost only 3 points.

　　 "Prevent like shit." Mo Mengchen dropped the sentence, turned and went off, and Lol followed him.

　　Davis sat on the ground helplessly as if he lost a regular season game.

　　 "Mo, you seem to be too harsh on Ricky." Luoer said.

　　Mo Mengchen replied: "Harsh? If it is the usual standard, it is true. Now it is different. Grant is going to be absent for a month and a half. In the next 24 games, our starting small forward is not called Grant Hill."

　　 "But he is not Grant after all, it is not fair to ask him by Grant's standards."

　　Mo Mengchen said coldly: "There is no absolute fairness in life, but it is relatively fair. In the same team, the more he gets, he must also bear more than others."

　　Davis doesn't understand why Momo Chen is so strict with him.

　　 Miller and Lewis who joined the team with him have never been treated like this. Mo Mengchen treated him like an eye-catcher who was obsessed but had to fight side by side.

　　 He has gone to great lengths to complete the task assigned by Mo Mengchen to him, trying his best to reach the standard set by Mo Mengchen.

　　 Now that he wants to replace Hill as the starter, Mo Mengchen even asked him by Hill's standards.

　　 This is an impossible task for him.

　　If Mo Mengchen is a devil in Davis' eyes, then Hill is the god.

　　 A sympathetic, omnipotent, can rely on at a critical moment, and when he was devastated by the devil to the point of collapse, he stood up and opened an umbrella to protect his god.

　　 If it were not Hill, he would have collapsed.

　　 Now the Henry Ford Training Center has only demons left, and the gods are gone.

　　 He will not appear in the middle of the next month.

　　 Will tomorrow be better? Davis closed his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mo Mengchen's anger reappeared in his mind, as well as a more unpleasant **** than one sentence.

　　 Tomorrow is not better, but tomorrow will only be worse.

　　 That's Dor.Mo, the most frightening **** in this league!

　　 "Don't be discouraged."

　　 Davis opened his eyes and saw a big fat face, which was Buckley.

　　 "Chuck, I can't satisfy him anyway." Davis said.

　　 "How do you know that he is dissatisfied with you?" Buckley smiled and asked, "His trash talk? His anger, or his unhappy face?"

　　Davis asked bitterly: "Do you want to say that all he did to me was to inspire me?"

　　 "Dad urges everyone."

　　 "But the spur to me has only increased, and will be intensified from now on."

　　 Barkley asked: "If you are a hopeless waste, what is he wasting his energy for?"

　　Young people, there is only one answer.

　　Barkley looked at Dor.Mo who was practicing shooting alone, "We can't see what others are thinking, but, maybe, I mean maybe, his expectations for you may be so high that you can't even imagine it."

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