Chapter 295: Angry dad

"The rise of superstars!"
"NBA player? The biggest winner of this year's Grammy? Or a doctor?"
"Dor.Mo is one of the best positions in the NBA. He is also the best doctor in the world. Now he may be the most promising new-generation singer in the world...God, is this guy a monster? Can he succeed at anything?"
"The Pistons should be worried about this. Their new star is very likely to give up basketball for Starway."
"Ethan's victory in Grammy is just like Magic Johnson's rookie season in the finals!"
For a time, the moment when Ethan unveiled his mask blew up the world.
Countless Ethan fans finally know the correct way to start the chase.
As Mo Mengchen had expected, the security of the Garryton Apartment had to be strengthened, and the peaceful life came to an end.
This is the bad side, and the good side is that his influence today is beyond basketball itself, and the base of music fans is not comparable to basketball fans.
A singer who sold 13 million albums across the United States means he has considerable influence throughout the United States.
Overnight, advertisements, endorsements, and sponsorship came one after another.
Sales of signature sneakers endorsed by Mo Mengchen soared.
Shannon Poser, the head of record company Burgas he signed, announced that he would release Essen's second solo album by next fall.
Countless things came one after another.
This was expected by Mo Mengchen, and it was no surprise at the moment.
Grammy's harvest has earned him 160,000 attribute points overnight.
When he stepped down, Hill punched his chest: "You guy!"
Mo Mengchen's teammates kept their distance one by one.
It seems that Mo Mengchen is the superior, and they are inferior.
"The two identities of singer and doctor are the same for me, just part-time." Mo Mengchen explained, "Don't think too much."
Part-time... part-time singer, then beat many superstars in Grammy to win the album of the year?
The tough life really needs no explanation!
"Will we call you Mo in the future, doctor, dad, or Ethan?"
"Yes, as you like."
Barkley stepped forward to hug Mo Mengchen's arm: "Isson, can I sign my daughter? She likes you."
"I really want to promise you, but you can't get something without working." Mo Mengchen began to force Buckley to lose weight by this identity. "I need you to lose 10 pounds of meat before the start of the season, and control the weight to 125 kg before the arrival of 1998. can you do it?"
No matter how difficult this task is, let me promise first.
"Can! Sign me!" Barkley shouted.
"When you do, I will sign you." Mo Mengchen rejected Buckley and brought his teammates. "Come on, it's going to be very calm tonight."
Crowds of journalists were stuck outside Madison Gardens waiting to interview Mo Mengchen.
Of these, half are entertainment reporters, half are sports reporters, and a half are medical journalists.
"Ethan, your music is a big success. Will you consider moving to a full-time singer in the future?"
"Mo, you are a supernova favored by the medical profession. Many people think that engaging in basketball is a complete waste of your musical talent. What do you think?"
Fortunately, take this opportunity to show your attitude.
"I play in Detroit. 95% of the people there are workers. I like that place."
"If I think my city is beautiful and charming, so is my life and work."
Mo Mengchen said: "I like to play basketball, this will be my main job for a long time in the future, there will be no second option."
This is the most annoying place.
If he chooses to be a singer, he is the future superstar.
If he chooses to be a doctor, he is already the best surgeon in the world.
Both of these jobs can use his talents, and as a result, he chose a career that looks the most promising.
basketball...
Experts from both industries kept sighing.
This didn't affect anything. Dor.Mo's reputation spread throughout the United States after tonight.
The next day
The Pistons' pre-season training camp continued.
There is still a week before the end of the training camp, and the preseason roster is ready.
But today, the atmosphere is obviously weird.
Frauss also had a headache: "Mo, thousands of fans outside the training camp are waiting for you. Do you want to say a few words to them?"
Mo Mengchen replied: "Whether it's a mindless fan or an avid fan, this should be clearly distinguished."
"Anyway, your fans, is there a difference?!" Barkley yelled.
Everyone laughed.
"No matter who the fans are, our training camp is closed, so we train as usual."
Frauss was relieved of Mo Mengchen, and he worried about others: "Since that, the training is still the same, and there is still a week before the end of the training camp. I hope everyone can maintain the motivation of the new camp, especially you, Charles , How much are you now?"
"Report: 134 kg, the answer is complete!" Barkley shouted like a soldier.
"Weight loss is not yet complete, Chuck still needs to work hard!"
"Yes, coach!"
Mo Mengchen grabbed a ball from the ground and came to the corner to practice.
"Are you really Ethan?"
Lor came over.
"I hope I am not." Mo Mengchen stood outside the three-point line--the distance-corrected three-point line.
From the beginning of the season, the era of the short-range three-point line is over.
All along, Mo Mengchen practiced the three-point line to shorten the previous three-point distance. His teammates did not understand it. Until today, they only realized how far-sighted this is.
They believe that there will be a lot of marksmen in this season, and Mo Mengchen will not, because he has been training like this for a long time.
Rolle and Mo Mengchen are like two extremes.
One is so talented that it's hard to look straight at, and the other is mediocre enough to be asked by the roadside, "Are you playing basketball or rugby?"
"Can I have your signature? You can set me a challenge like Charles did. I can accept everything." Lor said.
Mo Mengchen did not want to challenge him: "Where do you need me to sign? I will sign you now."
"No, there is work to gain. I will complete the tasks you prepared for me. When I finish, you will sign me again. Ethan's signature is worth a lot of money." Lor said.
He is mediocre, and he is not willing to be mediocre.
He is always ignored and helpless.
If he is not Mo Mengchen's friend, the team will not implement his option.
Everyone knows that he was able to stay in the team because of Mo Mengchen.
This is not a shame, and has a good relationship with the boss, so as to survive in the NBA for a long time, every team has such a person.
"What did you do during the offseason?" Mo Mengchen asked.
"In order to strengthen the physical confrontation, I gained 16 pounds of weight." Lor said. (14 kg)
Rolle does look much stronger.
"Well, if you can make five three-pointers in a single game in the official game, I will sign you."
Mo Mengchen knew that he wanted more than a signature, he also had to approve it.
He does not need the approval of others, he needs the approval of Mo Mengchen.
"You wait and see." Rolle ran away happily.
Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and shot three points.
Uh!
The 160,000 attribute points obtained by Grammy, plus the attribute points obtained by his usual surgery and speeches in the Yoder City Hall, he now has a total of 180,000 attribute points.
Until November, his album sales will be settled.
There will also be a wave of achievements related to sales records.
With his sales volume, combined with the achievements on the achievement wall, he can also earn 150,000 attribute points.
Suddenly, the attribute points came so easily that he could not digest them.
The singer's daily attributes should be classified into various live performances.
Album sales and various awards are like the personal honor of NBA players.
Those sales that have been reached once will not refresh the achievement reward when they are reached for the second time. As for those awards, only the awards with heavier weights, such as the album of the year, will only be reached when they are reached for the second time. There are attribute points in return.
In general, it is also part-time, and the attributes of being a singer are extremely explosive.
In order to get more awards, Mo Mengchen will spend more time preparing new albums in the future.
In this respect, his advantage is too great, plus when he achieved these results, he also received some skill awards related to singers.
One of them is called "Flash of Spiritual Light", as the name implies, this skill will make Mo Mengchen more inspired when writing songs.
The identity of Ethan was announced, and the aura on Mo Mengchen was stronger.
He is a good player, but he is a superstar in the fields of music and medicine.
It can be stressful to stay with such people.
Alan Houston wanted to come over and set a near one. Mo Mengchen, who was thinking about shooting, turned back and said, "Do you think the starting position is stable?"
"Uh... no." Houston whispered.
"Or do you have a lot of idle time?"
"No..."
"So what are you doing?
"I... I'll come and relax." Houston immediately realized that it was wrong.
Mo Mengchen's eyes swept over him: "If I were you, when I saw basketball, I thought about how the MJ's playoffs were ravaged last season. I wouldn't even think about relaxing."
Ashamed, Houston turned and ran back to practice.
"Guys, let me tell you the bad news!" The CIC king mourned with tears. "Daddy doesn't have any idol baggage, he is more terrifying than before!"
So everyone dare not slack off, one is more tense than one.
After a while, Hill also came.
Mo Mengchen's face is very unsightly: "Do you want to bother me too?"
Hill smiled: "Hee hee, I just want a signature."
"Go sign!" Mo Mengchen shouted.
Hill didn't expect him to respond so much, nor did he think that this guy completely ignored the image. Duke Gaocaisheng, who never knew how to curse, glared at Mo Mengchen and stuttered: "How do you do this?"
Mo Mengchen raised his mouth arrogantly: "I am like this!"
"It's really time for the outside fans to look at your present face. They must take off the powder in minutes!"
Mo Mengchen sneered: "I admit that I look handsome, but they love my talent, not their faces."
"Damn arrogance!" Hill muttered.
After losing his temper against Hill, Mo Mengchen continued to make three-pointers.
"Duang!"
The stable three-pointer is also not stable, this ball can be seen how much Mo Mengchen's anger.
The ball bounced directly out of halftime and fell directly to Scott Pollard's feet.
Pollard was holding a ball full of balls. He picked up the ball and ran to Mo Mengchen in front of him, trying to make a good impression in the boss's heart.
"Scott, why is there on your head?"
Pollard was about to leave, and Mo Mengchen's words made him so angry that he wanted to commit suicide.
Pollard turned back hard and grinned reluctantly: "Daddy, this is my new hairstyle, it's very popular in my hometown..."
"This is a hairstyle?" Mo Mengchen stepped forward and looked carefully.
Pollard continued to smile: "Yeah..."
"When training tomorrow, I hope this will no longer exist." Mo Mengchen smiled coldly.
Pollard dared not to follow, and should continue to be.
First Houston, then Hill, then the attentive rookie, all were sprayed without exception.
Everyone reached a consensus: stay away from him.
"Why is it more famous and more powerful? What's the matter?" Hill said worriedly.
Mo Mengchen lifted the ball and shot.
Uh!
"!#!￥"
He vaguely heard someone calling, but who dares to die after he soars?
When he looked back, there was only the sound of rackets and contact of the ball and the basket.
I heard it?
Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and shot again.
Uh!
"!@#!￥"
Again!
Where's the sound? Mo Mengchen looked around.
Bobby Jackson passed by him, staring at Mo Mengchen's deathly eyes.
"Dad...I just...just go for a sip." Jackson didn't dare to look directly at Mo Mengchen's eyes.
"Have you heard?" Mo Mengchen said, "other people's voices."
"No." Jackson shook his head.
are not there?
Although Mo Mengchen was in a bad mood, he was not a mad dog and would not see one bite one.
So continue to shoot.
This time, his ball hadn't been thrown, and the cry appeared.
He quickly looked at it.
distance,
He saw the telescope ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and then a large group of people.
A large group of people! Just on the top of the building in the distance, they peeped with a telescope... no doubt, it was his fans!
"I depend!"
Mo Mengchen burst thick.
Then he continued to shoot. This time, their calls affected the strength of the shot and the ball hit the iron again.
The angry Mo Mengchen kicked the ball directly on the ground: "No more practice!"
Frasses was inexplicably: "Who caused him?"
"Stand up!" Flauses shouted.
Headed by Hill, everyone spread their hands and expressed innocence.