You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "Mr. Mo, good morning."

　　The first person Mo Mengchen went out to see as soon as possible was Jessica 260 and her mother.

　　 His game was getting better and better. The people in Garryton Apartment gradually knew him. Coupled with the identity of doctor, everyone paid respect to him.

　　He is also thinking, now that his popularity is getting higher and higher, should he consider moving?

　　But here...Mo Mengchen's eyes drifted forward unconsciously, and it was also at this time that Ephraim took Adrian out.

"good Morning."

　　 "I watched the game the day before yesterday and it was a pity that I failed to win." Ephraim said regretfully.

　　 She looks much better than the previous few days, is there a new job?

　　 "In the past, there are many regular season games, what we have to do is to prepare for the next game," Mo Mengchen asked, "How about you, how are these days?"

　　Ephraim smiled, as if smiling the whole floor brighter, Mo Mengchen was stunned by her.

　　 "The office sent me a new client, and I will definitely win this time!" Ephraim said confidently.

　　 "Sister said the same last time." Adrian said.

　　Ephraim angered his brother's head: "Adults don't intervene when talking to children!" "Oh? What is the case?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　 "A while ago, there was a car accident on Gray Street, did you know?"

　　 "I know."

　　 Actually he didn't know.

"A couple was also the victim of the car accident. Their wife died at the center of the car accident. This was a tragic car accident, but the local prosecutor somehow filed a lawsuit against her husband and asked him to take legal responsibility. I think this is unreasonable, this is a tragedy!" Ephraim put it right, it seems that he must prove that poor husband.

　　Mo Mengchen had a general understanding of the case, but it felt a bit strange.

　　Where exactly is he wrong?

　　 "Goodbye, Dr. Mo."

　　Jessica waved farewell to Mo Mengchen before going downstairs.

　　 "Be careful on the road, Jessica."

　　 In front of the neighbor, Mo Mengchen was another person. His teammates never thought that this guy could be so approachable.

　　 "Then we are leaving too, see you later, Mo." Ephraim said.

"See you."

　　Mo Mengchen and Medela met at their usual place.

　　 Sometimes, Medela will go directly to the apartment to find him, anyway, she has the key, if not in a hurry, just wait in the car, Mo Mengchen will arrive on time.

　　 "I will have an operation in Saint Lucifer in the morning, training in the afternoon, and recording a new song in the evening."

　　This is basically Mo Mengchen's daily life, working in the daytime and engaging in personal hobbies at night. He wrote another song a few days ago.

　　Only by constantly trying new things in this way, he discovered that the past decades have really lived on dogs, and spoiled youth and lived up to time.

　　 "I still have something for you to do."

"what's up?"

　　 "My neighbor, Ephraim Orreina in Room 280 recently received a new lawsuit. You can help me find out clearly. I want to know everything."

　　Mo Mengchen didn't give Medella room to refuse, and he was very dead.

　　Medella didn't think it was wrong, anyway, he was an assistant who had to take care of everything except eating and drinking, and had no human rights.

　　 "I will investigate clearly." Medela said.

　　Hunt Green Training Center

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

　　Ratcliffe hit five consecutive irons, and Alan Houston, who passed him the ball, was half tired.

　　 "Rookie, can you act? When will this take to complete a thousand goals?"

　　How did Houston become a caddie? This starts from the beginning of training.

Houston has always wanted to grab the top spot of the team's empty shooter from Mo Mengchen's hand, and he feels very good today, especially in his hot zone, it is almost a hundred hits, so he challenged the latter. Twenty consecutive shots at the same point, with more goals to win, the loser must do something for the opponent.

　　Houston lost a lot, and then Momo Chen was sent to pass the ball to Ratliff.

　　Choosing the king is not a good partner for sparring. His mouth is screaming. Some of the **** could have been thrown in. But when I saw Houston's abominable face, the **** should be swept out of the basket.

　　 "Is this really useful?"

　　 Hill sat next to admire the heroic posture of Ratliff training.

After the group of people finished their training, they didn’t have much to do. They sat next to the theater and said cool words in their mouths, which virtually gave Ratliff more pressure. It’s true that this group of people are teammates. Blessings that cannot be repaired.

　　 The first hundred goals, Ratliff scored less than twenty, he was depressed himself.

　　 "Mo, I want to give up!" shouted Ratliff.

　　 "What to give up?"

"Give up shooting, anyway, I will not use shooting as a selling point, when the draft..." Ratliff expressed his opinion in front of Mo Mengchen for the first time, "The scout said that my defense is very good, it can be Team players who help the team, I don’t think I need to shoot."

　　 Thorpe thought he was right; "He really doesn't need it, his defense is good."

　　Relying on defense, Ratliff later signed a defense of 10 million annual salary, only his defense.

However, if there is only defense, once his physical fitness ceases to exist, his decline will be cliff-shaped. He does not have the static talent that Duncan is so good. His cover comes from his inherent sense of smell and dynamic talent. To put it plainly It’s a young meal.

　　If he has a shot, in his later years, he can easily win a valuable contract with good basket protection and one shot.

　　 "Theo, who do you think is the most important for our team?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　 Ratliff's first reaction was Mo Mengchen, but he also knew that Mo Mengchen was a rookie. Here, the correct answer is: "Grant."

　　 "Why is he most important?"

　　 "He is comprehensive."

　　 "Except for three-pointers." Mo Mengchen added.

　　Hill's little fat face bulged like an inflation, and somehow Mo Mengchen pointed the muzzle at him.

"You are right, because he is very comprehensive, he is our team's most comprehensive player, all he is the most important." Mo Mengchen said, "Only when you can complete a lot of work at the same time, you will become important, only Become indispensable."

　　 Ratliff clearly understood what Mo Mengchen wanted to say: "You mean, do I have to become comprehensive?"

　　 "No need."

　　 "I just need you to consolidate your existing strengths and make up for the biggest weaknesses, such as shooting." Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Mengchen said: "Shooting a shot will not only make you earn more money, but also make you have a more stable life. You have to let everyone discover the importance of you, and defense alone is not enough~www.mtlnovel .com~ If you want to give up because of the cynicism of this group of idlers who are full of nothing to do, I have no opinion, this is your choice." Mo Mengchen said.

　　Houston grabbed the ball dryly: "Then what, do you still practice? If you don't practice, I'm going to rest."

　　Hill is the core of the team, Dumas is the boss of the team, and there is also a head coach, but in Ratliff's eyes, their words are not as important as Mo Mengchen.

　　 So they continued to train, Ratliff was still not allowed, but after leveling his demons, his shooting rate stabilized.

　　 "If you are really doing nothing, you can find a wall and die, don't affect others here."

　　Mo Mengchen got up and said.

　　 "The training is finished..." Hill said lazily, tilting Erlang's legs.

　　 Especially this CP!

　　Mo Mengchen glared at him fiercely and left.

　　 "Where are you going?" Dumas asked.

　　 "Shoot." Mo Mengchen said.

　　Lynch Hunt whispered: "Crazy man! Is shooting so interesting?"

　　 Dumas said with a smile: "For those with a 52% three-point percentage, shooting is definitely very interesting."

　　 This sentence stimulated Hill's three-point shooting rate of only 15%, Duke senior talent also left here, picked up a ball to practice shooting.

　　 Three-pointer, Mo Mengchen said every day, he just didn't know why the opponent should be paranoid to this point.

　　 Can't you win without three-pointers?

　　 thought of this, Hill jump shot.

"boom!"

　　 "Damn, my slender jade hand, who can play the piano, paint, and cook, why can't I make a three-point shot?"

　　Hill stared at his palm, thinking deeply.