Chapter 320: Alisher Rohrbach

Mo Mengchen spent the last four minutes of the game on the bench.
Lauderdale, Rolle, Dumas and others completed the garbage time brilliantly, and everyone had a gain in four minutes.
Of course, the most brilliant player tonight is Mo Mengchen.
32+11+14+5, against the new generation of point guard Kidd, this is almost the best game he has played.
"After the extension of the three-point line, your performance has not been stable. Will this game help you find confidence?"
good question.
Mo Mengchen replied: "The extension of the three-point line has indeed caused me a lot of trouble, and I will try to get back the feel."
Hearing his answer, Hill expressed surprise, but said nothing.
"Did you lie to your conscience?" Hill asked.
Of course I went away.
Mo Mengchen said: "I don't feel sorry, but I must say so."
"Can you be more sincere?" Hill asked.
Of course not.
Mo Mengchen said: "Yes, if we hold another press conference, you will tell the reporter the truth."
Devil Mountain thought about the operability of this matter and determined that Mo Mengchen was teasing himself, so he said angrily: "Do your own thing!"
Yo, angry.
Mo Mengchen, Hill and Froth set back in the dressing room.
"It's really good to be able to welcome Thanksgiving with a victory. I have nothing to say, go back and have a rest." Fraises said with a smile.
Three days offseason
Mo Mengchen sat on the bench, undressed, and prepared to take a bath.
"Mo, I said yes to Tamia. I will go to your house for Thanksgiving the day after tomorrow..."
"and many more."
"?" Hill questioned.
Is there something wrong with this person? You're coming to my house for the holidays, why don't you say yes to me, and say good to your girlfriend?
Mo Mengchen said: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Hill said in surprise: "Aren't we saying yes?"
In your dream?
"When?" Mo Mengchen asked.
"A few months ago, we were still playing in the playoffs. At the hospital, you think about it..." Hill tried to explain, trying to evoke Mo Menchen's memories.
Sorry, I am amnestic.
Mo Mengchen couldn't remember it, but Hill shouldn't want to come to his house for Thanksgiving for no reason, so just let it happen.
In fact, Mo Mengchen didn't feel much about Thanksgiving, whether it was his previous life or this life.
Chinese people have Thanksgiving? Give me a break.
It's just that he now has dual nationalities of Australia and the United States, plus that the communication circle is American, and he can only follow Thanksgiving.
"What can you do?" Mo Mengchen asked.
Houston is wearing shorts and holding a towel in his hand: "Mom can give your children a chanting."
"Don't make trouble." Hill drove him away. "I can do anything."
Mo Mengchen suddenly thought of Adrian, who was picky eater. Although he knew that it was not Adrian’s fault, 99.9% of the earth people would be picky eaters when they were cooking with Ephraim, unless they were primitive tribes from Africa.
It must be those primitive tribes who have problems with taste.
"Well, there is a picky little boy in my family, I hope you can let him get rid of this bad disease." Mo Mengchen said.
Hill smiled when he saw there was something he could do.
"Relax to me!"
Don't be so excited, you will understand Adrian by then.
After all, Mo Mengchen picked up the towel and was about to take a bath.
Mo Mengchen turned on the hot water without turning on the system, but poured the shampoo on his head and rubbed it gently, closing his eyes to recall the game tonight.
He exploded Kidd, anyone would agree with this view, he himself.
But Kidd, who burst tonight, is nothing to be proud of.
In the early stage of Kidd's career, he was a problem player, could cause trouble everywhere, and lacked leadership.
He played tactics step by step, if he couldn't do it, he would come by himself, and if he couldn't, he would continue to play tactics.
This is quite different from the old demon who has led the Nets to the Finals twice, which is familiar to many people.
It was at the Nets that Kidd transformed into the old demon who could make mediocre players more valuable.
Tonight he has no feelings, his teammates are not in shape, plus Mo Mengchen's excellent state, various reasons appear, and ultimately constitute this result.
Some places need reflection.
Kidd broke through him several times, if he shoots a little more accurately, the breakthrough will be more.
Because Kidd really has no feel, so his defense only needs to aim at his breakthrough, what if he feels the next time he meets?
His speed is even faster, and then he will focus on improving physical fitness and shooting stability.
It is too slow to improve the shooting by practice alone. He has to practice and upgrade by attribute points.
He needs to work harder.
Kidd was never his opponent, neither now nor in the future.
His opponents are Jordan, O'Neill, and Duncan. They are the superstars who stand at the top and can affect the game on both ends.
To confront these people, his demands on himself must be magnified infinitely.
After taking a shower, Mo Mengchen walked into the locker room in shorts, and there were not many people left.
Rolle is well-dressed and can leave at any time, but he seems to be waiting for someone.
"I guess you are not waiting for me." Mo Mengchen said.
Roll said with a smile: "If I answer yes, will you be surprised?"
A strong two-meter rough guy dressed neatly in the middle of the night and didn't go home but waited for me to take a shower here. This would not only surprise me?
Creepy!
Goose bumps are all up?
Mo Mengchen said: "Hope is not."
"Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you." Lor said.
Mo Mengchen quickly dressed, brought things, and left with Lol.
"Is your tossing practiced in the offseason?" Lor asked.
"Huh." Mo Mengchen said, "I practiced for a few months."
Will it be able to be put into practice easily in actual combat after a few months of practice? Rolle will never forget the strength of the other party when he first met with Mo Mengchen.
He was not very strong at the time, but he was very capable and able to calm down the players who went to the training.
A very leader. But people with many flaws.
What now? How many flaws does he have?
No matter how hard Luoer tried, he would only be thrown away by Mo Mengchen. This fact is unacceptable, but there is no other way but to accept.
Mo Mengchen and Rolle didn't say a few words, just walked together to the player's exclusive parking lot, and then went to drive separately.
Mo Mengchen did not let Ephraim wait for him, because he knew that he would waste a lot of time to deal with the reporter after the game.
So Ephraim and Adrian departed first.
He opened the car door and was about to enter.
"Ethan!"
Unfamiliar woman voice.
Mo Mengchen looked back and recognized at a glance: "You are the one on the court..."
That hot figure has caused Kidd's hottest beauties.
She smiled sweetly: "Yes, it's me."
If she called Mo Mengchen's stage name aloud like on the court, he might recognize it at once.
"Problems?"
Her figure is very good, too good, and her chest and buttocks are morbidly large. Imagine the combination of Kim Kardashian's and Hitomi Tanaka?
Although big is good, it must have a degree, and the big one combined with the body is the big one with beauty.
"I want you to sign me..." she said shyly.
Mo Mengchen stepped back, keeping a proper distance between a gentleman and a lady: "Sorry, if you want me to sign on your chest or hips..."
"Why?" She brought out a brand new Pistons away cyan jersey. "Just sign here."
She put down the jersey and definitely bent down her waist deliberately, allowing Mo Mengchen to see her peerless spring in the deep ditch.
As a strict self-discipline and self-preserving man, he has a certain immunity to female sex, unless there is a last resort, otherwise there will be no physiological response.
Mo Mengchen took out his pen and quickly signed it: "Thank you for cheering us on tonight."
"I just cheer for you." She said with a smile.
Mo Mengchen said: "If you can cheer for our team like cheering for me, I will be more happy."
"Goodbye." Mo Mengchen was about to get on the bus.
She grabbed the door and said pitifully: "My car has a flat tire. Can you send me a ride?"
Women are all scourges.
Except Ephraim.
Plus half Severus and a third Medela.
Okay, count my mother again.
my little sister...
Mo Mengchen struggled for a long time and said, "Come in."
I don't know if my normal-sized seat belt will hit her milk...
"If I take you home without knowing your name, is it ridiculous?" Mo Mengchen asked.
"Alisher Rohrbach." She said mockingly, "My mother said that this surname has no second home in the United States."
Mo Mengchen started the car: "Really? So we still have something in common. You can't find a second person named Mo all over the United States."
"Haha~EbookFREE.me~ Don't you think about those called Muhammad? Their friends always abbreviated their last name to Mo for convenience." Alice said humorously.
Mo Mengchen smiled, it was really interesting.
"So, where is your home?" Mo Mengchen asked.
To Mo Mengchen's surprise, Alisha's house was less than a kilometer away from the Garryton apartment.
Along the way, he kept thinking about whether there was a family named Rohrbach in Detroit and even Michigan.
But he couldn't remember.
Alishe is no ordinary fan or fan. She has the first row of season tickets for the Palace of Auburn Hills, not to mention her home—if that's a home—a palace-like room.
"Who did I provoke again?"
Back at the Garryton apartment, Mo Mengchen was thinking hard for a long time.