Chapter 177: Talking children will be thrown into the trash

At eight o'clock in the morning, the 250 room of the Garryton apartment.
This morning, a large guest came from Mo Mengchen's house. He was Buckley who was in the offseason because of a sprain.
What was the reason why Mo Mengchen attracted Buckley? Reporters and fans don’t believe it: "Help you make breakfast."
At first, Barkley should be a joke until he was injured. Because of his excessive weight, he caused a normal contact to cause a second sprain, which terrified Lord Barge.
Does his hero I haven't even got a ring, and he will be tired of being fat when he is old? This is absolutely impossible!
Therefore, he was determined to let Mo Mengchen fulfill his promise.
What is the solution? The way is to move to the opposite of Garryton apartment.
There was a supermarket opposite Garridon’s apartment, which is now gone. Now it has become Barkley’s residence in Detroit, where his family lives.
As for Buckley, he was in the recovery period and knocked on the door every morning.
"Meng Chen, then I'll go first." Ephraim again gave Adrian to Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen said: "Go ahead."
The fat man smelled the sour smell of love couples a few meters away: "I said if you can pay attention to the impact, I am still there."
"Charles, you are blessed." Ephraim smiled. "He made butter cake tonight."
"Don't, I'm here to lose weight!" Buckley exclaimed, "Mo, I tell you, don't mess up, I'm here to lose weight, not to raise fat, what butter cake, I don't eat, I'm just Don’t starve to death!"
It's okay, it will be delicious after a while.
In front of Barkley, Adrian came up with a realistic version of the Wangzi milk advertisement.
If you are in the post-90s, if you like to watch TV, then you must have seen this ad, which can be called the most crippled ad in history.
Adrian now looks like the second boy who is running towards his mother. Yes, he succeeded in attracting Buckley's attention.
"Is it so delicious? Is your expression so disgusting?"
The word nausea is used appropriately, and Mo Mengchen also feels that Adrian has a little more play.
Adrian said sweet words: "Charles, even if you don't believe me, you should also believe in Dr. Mo's cooking, his cooking is the best in the world."
"Okay, okay, just when I look at your face, it's definitely not greedy!"
So he ate all the butter cake alone.
"Mo, don't play basketball, don't be a doctor, just be my personal chef. As long as you agree, I will retire tomorrow!" Buckley said with pride.
In order not to eat delicious balls, I didn’t even hit the ball. No wonder I didn’t get the champion holding the thighs of Dr. J and the Prophet-er, it seems that I can’t blame him-then I didn’t go to the Rocket Holder...Yes, this The guy is just not conscious of being a winner.
Mo Mengchen casually fried a few eggs, turned on the TV and switched to ESPN channels.
It just happened to be an interview about the Pistons.
"Ritz, what do you think of the Pistons?"
"Very good. They changed the way they play. They can score 117 points per game. This is really surprising. I'm just wondering why they didn't do it from the beginning."
Coming, sure enough.
Barkley looked at it seriously.
"According to Grant Hill's interview after the Magic game, he said that this is a temporary replacement system. Does this mean that Doug Collins did nothing during the offseason?"
"It may be a bit mean to say so, but in Grant's words, the Pistons failed in the offseason..."
Buckley scolded: "Isn't this bullshit?"
Mo Mengchen cut the egg and said lightly: "There is still a difference from nonsense, they are nonsense in a serious way."
"Damn, these gangs are really idle, Grant doesn't mean that at all!" Buckley looked annoyed.
He really didn't mean it, but who told him not to keep his mouth shut? This is the case now, he has at least 70% responsibility.
This is still in the winning stage. If tomorrow's game against the Jazz loses, public opinion will be more intense.
Buckley grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV: "Don't watch this, you said, why do you want me to eat this butter cake? Didn't you let me lose weight?"
"Not tasty?"
No way? My cooking has regressed to this point? Can't even satisfy this dead fat man?
Mo Mengchen just had to doubt himself.
"It's delicious. But it's two different things. I'm going to lose weight!" Buckley yelled.
Everyone who loses weight has this process. As long as the method is correct, they will find that they are losing weight. Therefore, some food that looks unhealthy will be rejected, as if the thing is poisonous, even if it is touched.
This exaggerated exclusion is useful because you can’t love these foods, and you hate or even fear them.
Ordinary people can do this step, not far from successful weight loss.
Buckley is different. He is an athlete. He can't lose too much weight all at once.
Mo Mengchen didn't want him to break his body in order to lose weight.
"Don't your weight loss coach tell you what is healthy weight loss?" Mo Mengchen said, "You need to consume these calories now, because you can hardly exercise. Wait until you recover, let's talk about it, weight loss is not in a hurry."
Mo Mengchen said bitterly, and Buckley understood half of it.
This means that you can eat as much as you like during the healing period?
Mo Mengchen didn't think he would understand this, now he had to take Adrian to school: "Help me close the door when I go."
"No, I'm leaving now!"
Buckley picked up his crutches and watched him limping down the underground building to make Mo Mengchen very uncomfortable. For a moment, he wanted to go and take him downstairs.
"Chuck."
"What's the matter?"
"How much are you?"
"114 kg."
This is his official weight data.
It is as if Ben Wallace signed up for 208 cm tall, but as long as he is not blind, most people know that this guy has a maximum of 201 cm.
"I want specific data."
"...127 kg..."
"excuse me."
Let the dead fat man slow down by himself. Anyway, he also goes up like this, so that he can help him lose weight, but it’s not that I don’t help him, this is really unable to carry...
In fact, it is not impossible to carry, Mo Mengchen's upper limb strength attribute has reached 90 points.
By the standard of normal people, a power with 1.5 times its own weight can be regarded as the top, and 2 times as a monster.
Mo Mengchen does not know how to calculate this system mechanism. If he can have 1.5 times his body weight according to the strength attribute of 100 points, he now has 90 upper limb strength, then his current limit strength should carry 140 kilograms of weight. .
He wasn't sure, it was just an estimate, it was quite easy to lift Adrian with one hand anyway.
He is unwilling to increase the burden on the lower limbs, this is the key.
After walking a few steps, Mo Mengchen still turned around: "Need help?"
Barkley just stepped down a step: "Don't care about me, I can do it myself, you won't help me anyway, I know..."
What kind of girl is this poor Didi?
"Yes, I won't help you."
Mo Mengchen took Adrian away again.
After a few seconds, Buckley went down the second step, and Mo Mengchen returned.
"Everyone is responsible for protecting animals. I still decided to help you."
"Who do you say is an animal?"
Mo Mengchen put Adrian aside to avoid an accident, and then stepped forward to back him up with strong opposition from Barkley.
"Let me down! I can go by myself! Do you believe me kill you?!" Buckley yelled.
Come on, if you break your throat, no one will take care of you.
Mo Mengchen quickly took Buckley back down the steps and found that it was easier than expected.
This shows what? His current upper limb strength may well exceed 140 kg.
So, should the conversion standard be replaced by twice its own weight?
Or smaller?
Mo Mengchen didn't know that this was a good thing after all.
After Barkley finished scolding, it was not uncommon for Mo Mengchen to hold him from above: "Your power... is it so good?"
"There is no time to explain, please do it."
Mo Mengchen ignored Barkley's question and took Adrian's hand out of the Garryton apartment.
Adrian was a little embarrassed because he had just used a toilet and had not washed his hands. He knew that Mo Mengchen had to ask a question every time he shook someone's hand: "Have you washed your hands?"
He asked.
Mo Mengchen was shocked: "After washing, you can rest assured."
"Hehe..." Adrian said with a smile, "I didn't wash it."
Mo Mengchen froze in place, and then repeatedly admonished himself.
Hold back, hold back.
He is just a child, he is the brother of Ephraim.
Mo Mengchen saw an oversized trash bin in the distance and gave Adrian a bad glance.
From this position, can he throw Adrian in?
There should be no problem. His shooting is so accurate.
"Doctor Mo, you will forgive me, right?" Adrian's face was as harmless as a white rabbit.
But is the white rabbit really harmless?
Oh, you know.
Adrian said, "I promise to wash my hands next time..."
"Adrian, promise me one thing."
"You said."
"From now on ~EbookFREE.me~ Don't talk."
"why?"
"Because children who are talkative will be thrown into the trash."
Mo Mengchen said with a smile, Adrian saw his smiling face, and the terrifying horror made him speechless.
Adrian suddenly discovered that Dr. Mo would not only play basketball, perform surgery, cook, but also be scary.
What he doesn't know is that everyone in the Pistons lives under the shadow of the talents every day.
Mo Mengchen handed Adrian to Medela. He now desperately needs to go to the hospital to wash his hands. He can't stand it anymore.
The hand is no longer a hand, but a biochemical weapon filled with bacteria and pathogens. He was so sick that he wanted to cut off his hand, but he wanted to play basketball with this hand. He could only bear the discomfort and hurried to the hospital.