Chapter 100: straight forward

　　 "Achievement: Rookie Challenge MVP."
　　 Counting the task reward points of the game, plus the reward points for achieving achievements, Mo Mengchen earned 3800 attribute points in one night.
　　 Now he has a total of 30,000 attribute points.
　　After saving for so many days, I finally got this number again.
　　Mo Mengchen wanted to add more directly, and then he stopped again.
　　 He will not forget what happened after the last addition.
　　Due to the surge in strength, his shooting feels nothing. For a time, it seems like a waste person who will not shoot at all. It was really a hard time during those days.
　　He didn't want to come again, and he thought of Houston's next three weeks of truce, and the team must have his shot.
　　At this point, he gave up adding attributes.
　　Although he desperately needs to improve his strength now, it has to take his time.
　　 Before the end of the season, he does not want any fluctuations in his strength, even if he wants to increase his strength, he has to wait until after the season.
　　 By that time, even if his strength increased and his hand feeling fluctuated, he still had enough time to get it back.
　　 What is the purpose of these 30000 attributes, he also needs to consider carefully.
　　 "Mo, do you want to go out?" Dumas sent him an invitation.
　　Mo Mengchen asked, "Where?"
　　 "Duis, there are a lot of big guys there, don't you want to know them?" Dumas asked.
　　 "I just want to know what I can do there."
　　 "Play cards, play billiards, drink alcohol, do whatever you want." Dumas smiled.
　　Mo Mengchen glanced at Houston and the indifferent Hill.
　　 "What about these two?"
　　 "One of them can't play, the other doesn't want to play, it just happens to be a companion, let us two go." Dumas thinks this is important for Mo Mengchen.
　　 He determined that Mo Mengchen would definitely become a star in the future. He needed to know some all-stars, which is a very important communication.
　　 Dumas, as the No. 2 character of the bad boy army that was seen and scolded, was still a friend today. It can be seen how good he is in the league.
　　One more friend and one more way, Mo Mengchen knew what Dumas would do later, so he also consciously approached him.
　　 "Okay." Mo Mengchen agreed reluctantly.
　　 Duis is a comprehensive club. It is said that it was started by the elder brother of one of the major shareholders of ATT. He often invites some fox friends.
　　For athletes who are not high in culture but who are eager to enjoy themselves, a "rich land" like Duis is best for them.
　　 can satisfy both vanity and fun.
　　 "I haven't seen you in a long time, JD." The person who greeted Dumas was the Miami Heat's leading center Alonzo Mourning.
　　 Dumas introduced his little brother with a smile; "This is Mo, you should know."
"Of course, we played the game, and I remember him." Mo Ning did not show restraint because he was in close contact with Mo Mengchen for the first time. He directly pointed out: "Your three-pointer is very good, and the organization is also very strong. However, the defense is terrible, and the Pistons are not as good as my center."
　　Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I have the opposite view. Terry Mills' three-pointer is also not what you have."
　　 "Is such a three-pointer important for the center? The soft egg just made a three-pointer!" Mo Ning said disdainfully.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't argue with him, showing his point of view, neither humble nor overbearing, this is enough.
　　 "Look who is coming~~"
　　 Miller's voice was elder, he recognized Mo Mengchen at a glance.
　　 "Rookie, sit with me!" Miller shouted Mo Mengchen.
　　 Then, he poured a glass of wine for Mo Mengchen: "Everyone, look, it is this rookie who elbowed me on the field, and he dare to elbow me!"
　　 Speaking of which, Miller grinned.
Mo Mengchen picked up the wine that Miller poured for him and explained, "Actually, I am a pacifist. I hate violence like you, but I don't oppose violence, because sometimes violence is the easiest solution. ."
　　 "This rookie has enough species."
　　 heard this, Mo Ning said in his heart.
　　 "So, did KJ escape the last time?" Buckley laughed.
　　KJ? Kevin Johnson?
　　Mo Mengchen remembers the game against the sun. Kevin Johnson's impact made him suffer a lot. Listening to Barkley's words, there seems to be some inside story?
　　 "Chuck, what are you talking about?"
　　 Another big guy spoke, Olajuwon.
　　 "Last time he came to our home game, his three points made KJ suffer a lot." Buckley said, "KJ even wants to give your head a try."
　　 Dumas changed color.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't turn his eyes, because that didn't happen.
　　 "I persuaded him, no need, just a regular season, but I have to give you advice."
　　 old friends on the side looked at Barkley, this dead fat man still give advice? What advice? Eat more burgers?
　　What advice can this broken mouth give?
　　 "Please say." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 Barkley said: "Be respectful of the seniors, I have heard that you have many things."
　　 "Hehe..." Mo Mengchen's smile was a bit mocking, but not to Buckley, he was just used to laughing like this, "Charles, you're probably not qualified to say that."
　　 The atmosphere suddenly solidified.
　　 Even Jordan stopped.
　　 Barkley's smile stiffened on his face, and Dumas's back was cold.
　　 "Did you consider respecting Larry Bird when you put your hands down?" Mo Mengchen smiled lightly.
　　 "Hahahaha~~~"
　　 Everyone laughed.
　　 Even Buckley laughed embarrassedly.
　　 This is really funny. A person who never knows what to respect actually teaches young people to understand how to respect the old and love the young. He himself is a negative example.
　　 "I said so, if you were me, you would also shoot at Larry!" Buckley stood silently beside Mo Mengchen, as if he had forgotten what he said half a minute ago.
　　 I will not, I will help Bird beat you.
　　Mo Mengchen still smiled: "Maybe."
　　The movement here also attracted other people.
　　 The person who came is not good. Mo Mengchen saw the coming person, and he seemed to have hatred against him or to form a beam.
　　Kid, Payton, Stockton, they came over.
　　Especially Payton, seeing Mo Mengchen's face, he felt that the gold teeth he had just put on not long ago were slightly sour-he remembered the game that woke him up angrily many times.
　　 "Why the are you here?" Payton looked angry.
　　Kid and Stockton did not speak, but they all stood beside Payton, their positions were self-evident.
　　 "I invited." Jordan said.
　　 As long as some people speak, you know that he is the protagonist here.
　　 Jordan, who had been quiet, suddenly stood up and said, "Today is a good day. Let us put down the game and enjoy ourselves."
　　Payton always glared at Mo Mengchen.
　　Looking at Jordan's face, he will not be embarrassed with Mo Mengchen, but that doesn't mean this matter.
　　 "Listen, I will hit you to retire." Payton said fiercely to Mo Mengchen.
　　 There is no other expression on Mo Mengchen's face: "I don't mind letting you put another incisor, it looks a little symmetrical."
"Humph!"
　　The three western star guards turned and left.
　　 "How do you provoke the stinky mouth?" Buckley asked close.
　　Mo Mengchen poured a glass of wine himself, and said with some helplessness: "If a mad dog chases you to bite, will you stop and ask why does it bite you?"
　　 "No, I will only give my fist!" Buckley said toughly.
　　 "Yes," Mo Mengchen said, "Me too."
　　I don't know why, the more Barkley looks at Mo Mengchen, the more pleasing to his eyes, he always goes straight, doesn't like to turn around, coincidentally, Mo Mengchen is the same.
　　From the first sentence they said today, Barkley knew that the other party was the same person as him.
　　 "Damn, I heard that you are the eighteenth pick?" Buckley asked.
"Yes."
　　 At the beginning, the Suns were Mo Mengchen's first team in trial training.
　　 It's a pity that the Suns don't believe that his body can carry the NBA-level destruction, so they just gave an unacceptable by-promise commitment.
　　 They promised Chris Kyle—a mediocre defender—to give Momenchen the last sign on the hand, and if Kyle was selected, they would choose him.
　　Mo Mengchen certainly won't accept it.
　　 He continued his trial training and was eventually appreciated by the Pistons and Nets.
　　 "Damn, those scouts all eat shit!" Buckley scolded constantly.
　　 "Save it~EbookFREE.me~Which scout won't look away?" Jordan said, "Don't listen to this fat pig complain."
　　 Barkley said angrily: "Don't you complain if you choose people for breadcrumbs?"
"meeting."
　　 Surprisingly, Jordan did not deny that he generously admitted.
　　 "Then you can complain, can't I complain?" Buckley felt right.
　　 He forgot that Jordan is a killer.
"The reason for my complaint is simple. I am a winner. I have three rings, and you have nothing. You are only fat. It is normal for the team not to value your opinion." Jordan said lightly, "If they want to increase If you are fat, you can consult with you."
　　 "Hahaha~~~"
　　 Jordan's joke made people laugh at the whole table, except for Mo Mengchen and Barkley.
　　 "You stingy nigger!" Buckley clapped the table and angered.
　　 "Everyone be careful, fat pigs from Alabama are going to jump into the wall in a hurry!" Jordan still made an unbearable joke.
　　Mo Mengchen never interrupted, he didn't have enough coffee, this is a superstar's talk, even if there is no nutritious fighting, that is the fighting that the superstar can only do. All he can do is listen.
　　No, even Miller and others have nothing to say, just watching Jordan and Barkley fighting in public.
　　 "However, I am very surprised that you didn't seem to come to Chicago for training?"
　　Jordan and Barkley finished arguing, as if nothing else, the focus fell on Mo Mengchen again.
　　 "Yes, I didn't go."
　　Mo Mengchen didn't know what Jordan meant, and when he answered, he only answered his question without explaining the reason.
　　 Why didn't you go? It's very simple, because I don't want to write another version of the Bull Actress.