Chapter 98: Just blame me for being cool and being alone

　　 "When is your turn?"
　　Mo Mengchen said which pot could not be opened.
"Soon!"
　　After sitting down in Houston, he suddenly said: "Aren't you a doctor? Why are we coming to the hospital?"
　　 "I didn't bring a medical box, and the hospital is more complete." Mo Mengchen said, "How long will it take?"
　　Thinking about the nurse, Houston felt the whole person was irritable: "Almost!"
Mo Mengchen saw that his blood had stopped, but it was a little painful, and it should have not hurt his veins. It was really a fool and a blessing. He had seen a drunk madman cut his glass after breaking his hand. The arteries are no longer available when people are taken to the hospital.
　　 "Do you think this will affect the game?" Houston asked.
　　 "I think you need a few breaks." Mo Mengchen said.
　　Houston suddenly felt that the whole world was targeting him: "I shouldn't have come to San Antonio!"
　　 "You shouldn't have come, who made you come? Are you here to play? Are you an All-Star? Who wants to see you? Love to join in the lively idiots should be in trouble."
　　The heart of the CIC King is cold and cold: "Can't you comfort me? Look how miserable I am!"
　　 "Sorry, it's human nature to gloat and blame." Mo Mengchen continued to take Houston's heart.
　　After half an hour, Houston finally heard the summons, and he walked past cursingly.
　　 Suddenly, the phone in Mo Mengchen's arms rang.
　　 is Hill's call from them.
　　Mo Mengchen answered the phone and explained the situation clearly.
　　Hill they were shocked when they heard Houston hurt their fingers by eating steak, and then they were even surprised to hear that they chose Emmanuel Royal Hotel and even the phone dropped.
　　 "Free."
　　Mo Mengchen's words made them relieved.
　　 "Why is it free?"
"I have already told this story, I don't want to tell it a second time, if I want to know, come to the hospital, there is a person here who wants to talk to someone very much." Hostage like Houston.
　　Houston hand stitched eleven stitches, and, according to the hospital, he needed a truce for three weeks.
　　 In other words, after the end of the All-Star weekend, he will truce at least eleven games.
　　 This is really terrible for the Pistons. He is the second scorer outside Hill, who can contribute 20 points per game, and is also the second shooter except Mo Mengchen, who can hit 2.5 three-pointers per game.
　　He missed the eleven games, who left the gap to make up for it?
　　 "Look at what you did!"
　　After returning to the hotel, four people gathered in Houston's room to hold a fight meeting.
　　 "Steak from snack to big, how did you hurt your hand?" Hill was very surprised.
　　Houston began cursing which restaurant's steak, and claimed that the owner of that restaurant must not like the Pistons.
　　Why? Because Rodman pitted them last season? Why is it related to Rodman again? Because Rodman is a player from the Pistons, he hates Rodman, and he hates him afterwards, extending the poisonous hand to the Pistons' second most important, logically justified.
　　His logic can't be heard.
　　 "I went to sleep, there are a lot of activities tomorrow." Mo Mengchen was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
　　 "You, you!" Dumas's finger tapped several times, "Grant, you will work hard this month."
　　Hill calmly said: "How come?"
　　 "Alan is not here, and his 20 points are wrapped around you." Dumas patted Hill's shoulder.
　　Duke was almost unsteady.
Does 　　 average 40 points per month? He dare not think about this kind of thing, he is a selfless team player, this is too selfish, can't!
　　 Houston's injury soon passed back to Detroit.
　　 The fans wailed and wanted to know how this happened. Can you be injured if you eat steak?
The Doug Collins-based Pistons coaching staff is even more upset. Now the Pistons will only rank sixth in the East. There is still more than a month of regular season after the end of the All-Star weekend. They want Houston to miss most of the remaining half. It’s really hard to stay competitive in this situation.
　　Before considering this matter, Collins first set a rule.
　　 As long as you don’t sign up for the All-Star Weekend, you will stay at home honestly and don’t go anywhere. Houston is your role model!
　　Poor Houston has become a negative teaching material.
　　 Then came the first day of the All-Star game.
　　
　　Media Day.
　　The 95th rookie with head and face gathered together. They wore their respective teams' jerseys, stood in front of the media to take pictures, and were interviewed.
　　 This year can be said to be a striker.
　　 has a historical power forward Kevin Garnett.
　　 An excellent all-star or quasi-all-star power forward: Roar Tianzun, Antonio McDyess, Joe Smith.
　　
　　Although there are four rookies in the Pistons, only Mo Mengchen got the opportunity, so he is the only one participating in the rookie challenge.
　　 He looked around, the rookies in the east have roared Tianzun, Jerry Stackhouse, Damon Stoudemire, Kurt Thomas... all can be said to be good hands.
　　Mo Mengchen just took photos, and then went to be interviewed by the media.
　　Although he is famous in the league, he is still a lot worse than several other students of the same class, and the media is more interested in others.
　　He doesn't care, he doesn't care, he grabbed a ball to train after the interview.
　　 He behaves like a basketball fanatic who has only basketball in his life. In fact, this is not the case. He is just not used to practicing the ball all day.
　　 "Why are you shooting here alone?"
　　Mo Mengchen's eyes looked at the place where the voice came.
that person...
　　Guang Judging from his appearance, Mo Mengchen could not recognize him. If he self-reported his name, he would know who it was.
　　Mo Mengchen watched it several times and remembered it.
　　 Michael Finley, the remnant of the middle and back stages of the first round of the 95th session.
　　 "Because nobody interviewed me." Mo Mengchen continued to shoot.
　　Finley suddenly discovered that the basket shot by Mo Mengchen had no nets.
　　 Such a regular basket, how could there be no net? Where are the Nets? He saw the net on the basket and a pair of scissors. The answer was obvious. Someone cut the net.
　　 Many people like the sound of basketball and the Nets kissing, which is very sweet.
During practice, Mo Mengchen didn’t want to hear this sound. He wanted efficiency, speed, and excellence. Therefore, he didn’t want a net to block the power on the basketball. He hoped that after the goal was scored, the basketball could play by itself. Back in his hands.
Those who often shoot at a basket without a net must know this. When you have enough accuracy, your ball will hit the back of the basket. The moment the ball enters, the ball will also hit yours. In hand, that time is very cool.
　　Mo Mengchen is the same, he now has a feeling that everything is under control.
　　 "54% of the three-point shooting is really not covered."
　　Finley watched for ten minutes. Mo Mengchen shot a goal in almost five seconds. He scored a hundred goals in a row.
　　 Moreover, the trajectory of each ball is exactly the same, each ball is hit the back edge of the basket, and flew back with a strong force.
　　 How good is this?
　　Finley observed Mo Mengchen. His posture, feeling, and strength were exactly the same every time he shot. He had never seen anyone master the touch in this way.
　　Look at his gesture again.
　　 Little finger, ring finger, orderly force, is this his secret?
　　 Because of his feel?
　　Mo Mengchen scored 241 goals in a row and finally missed.
　　Because he has been aiming at the back edge of the basket, the strength of the ball every time is not small. Once it is out of alignment, it will bounce back with the most rapid force.
　　 Finley took the ball.
　　 "I have seen many marksmen, but you are the most unique." Finley said.
　　Mo Mengchen said: "If you have nothing else, return the ball to me."
　　Finley did not like to communicate very much. Today, after seeing such shooting, he suddenly wanted to get acquainted with Mo Mengchen, but the other party seemed colder than him.
　　 "Let's come Bibi," Finley suggested.
　　Mo Mengchen glanced at him: "I am not interested."
　　 "How interesting? My shooting is also accurate, don't you want someone to challenge you?" Finley said.
　　Mo Mengchen shook his head indifferently, he didn't even know what the goods wanted to do.
　　 than shooting? He doesn’t have this mood right now. He just wants to continue practicing. It’s a boring strategy for fun when shooting is boring. Who the likes to share a ball with his other hands?
　　 Will you share your wife with others?
Ok?
　　 "Do you really not want to be accompanied?" Finley asked.
　　 "I only blame my cool nature and love to be alone~EbookFREE.me~ Mo Mengchen pretended to say, "No need. "
　　 The opponent has no intention, and Finley has no choice but to return the ball: "Can I just sit here and watch your practice? Is there any reporter who will interview me?"
　　Mo Mengchen made a few crotch dribbles to find the rhythm and said: "As long as you don't disturb me, even if you die here, I don't care."
　　 Does this person have friends?
　　 "Uh!"
　　Mo Mengchen just scored a goal.
　　 "I heard you are a doctor?"
　　 I said don’t disturb me, don’t disturb me!
"Yes."
　　 "Uh!"
　　 scored another goal.
　　 "It must be exhausting to be a doctor while playing basketball, how do you adjust?"
　　Mo Mengchen didn't want to answer.
　　He also discovered a secret of Finley through this: Meng Sao.
　　 This person is really sulking, in the crowd, he is always quiet, once he is alone with his friends, the power of the wild in his body can not be covered.
　　 "I also heard that your knee exploded three times, how did you adjust?"
　　 "How many have you thrown?"
　　 "Which hotel do you stay in?"
"what's for dinner?"
　　Mo Mengchen threw the ball into Finley's hand: "Get me up!"
　　 "What's wrong?" Finley asked innocently.
　　 "Aren't you going to compare shots?" Mo Mengchen said angrily, "Come to compare!"
　　 The mood of practice has been ruined by Finley, and Mo Mengchen now only wants to find an eye-catching two-man.
　　Finley is very suitable.
　　Finley is very suitable.
　　Import important things twice.