Chapter 39: Your happiness is our happiness

　　 Reaching Terry Mills' three-point shooting rate means at least a 38% three-point shooting rate.
　　 Achieving Hill’s defensive quality means being the best defensive forward in the team.
This is difficult, but it is also a problem that Rolle must face. His technology is very comprehensive, but his comprehensive technology is not enough to make the team take it seriously. Like him, he is comprehensive, but he does not play in the NBA. The players that come out can only focus on improving the skills that the team needs them to improve, such as three-point and defense.
　　 3D is the easiest character to adapt to, but to become a good 3D, it takes an unimaginable effort by others.
　　 The game ended in the offensive between the two sides.
　　 94 to 82, the Pistons at home defeated the Eagles and achieved a season start.
　　 The moment the game ended, Mo Mengchen's eyes appeared again with rows of green characters that only he could see.
　　 "Get 8 points-success"
　　 "Get more than 5 assists-success"
　　 "Personal Technical Rating B-Success"
　　 "Team Technical Rating B+-Success"
"Win the competition."
　　 "Return: 845 points."
　　Mo Mengchen blinked his eyes, and the system prompts that only he could see disappeared.
　　Alan Houston, like a school bully, rocked his body from side to side, hoping to let people know how great he is.
　　 "Rookie, did you see me in awe?" Houston asked.
　　Why can he be so blatant? Don’t you just score 15 points during garbage time?
　　 "See." Mo Mengchen nodded.
　　Houston said: "Because you didn't pass me the ball before, so I had to play a bit selfish in the last quarter. It's all your fault, you know?"
　　To prevent Houston from being attacked by Mo Mengchen's poisonous tongue again, Dumas came forward and blocked the mouth where Mo Mengchen was about to shoot.
　　 "Okay, go back to the dressing room and stay."
　　Mo Mengchen didn't walk to the dressing room. He saw Ephraim still sitting in the auditorium, so he walked over to say hello.
　　 "I didn't expect you to come." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "Yes...because there is just time at night, so..." Ephraim again did the movement of finishing clothes that Mo Mengchen had seen several times.
　　Mo Mengchen became more and more certain that this was her subconscious movement.
　　 "Actually, my sister has never watched a basketball game." Adrian looked up suddenly and said this.
　　 "Don't talk nonsense!" Ephraim used an awkward smile to hide the helplessness of being sold by his teammates, "I used to be the cheerleader of the school. How could I never watch the game?"
　　Mo Mengchen found himself more and more integrated into this era.
　　 is not just his job, but also some friends and women.
　　 He will not pursue a woman who is not interested in himself. That is a waste of time. Even if he tries hard to catch up, there will be no good results.
　　 He used a recent period of time to get a detailed understanding of Ephraim and a general understanding of her condition.
　　 Adrian is indeed her brother, half-brother. Her father was sentenced to ten years for economic crimes, and her stepmother abandoned her family after her father went to prison and disappeared without a trace.
　　During the most difficult period, she had to work three jobs by herself, and she also needed relief from relatives to maintain her life.
　　 Now, she is a lawyer in Detroit's most well-known law firm, and her life has changed.
　　Mo Mengchen asked: "Do you have any plans for waiting?"
　　 "Uh... Adrian is sleepy, I want to send him home."
　　 regretted that she had taken her younger brother out to watch the game. She used to avoid embarrassment, but now, she missed the other party's invitation.
How rare is 　　?
　　 Usually he invited him.
　　 "Since that's the case, let's go home together in a moment." Mo Mengchen said, "Anyway, it's the way."
　　 "OK...OK, thank you."
　　 The always-toothed Ephraim became a patient with severe stuttering in front of Mo Mengchen, and Adrian gently pinched her sister's waist.
　　 "What are you doing?" Ephraim glared at him.
　　 "The teacher said, there is no good for no reason." Adrian said.
　　Ephraim pinched his face and said, "How old are you? What do you know?"
　　 "See you later." Mo Mengchen nodded and turned to the dressing room.
　　 This scene was seen by a few idlers.
　　 "Mo, who is that?" Ratliff approached and asked.
　　 This is the moment to declare sovereignty.
　　Mo Mengchen said: "I'm going to be dating someone later." "Wow, what a standard name? What step have you taken?" Don Reed seemed to be more enthusiastic than Ratliff.
　　 "Yeah, maybe we can help you?" Luo Er also wanted to add a foot.
　　What did I do to let these few fools give birth to the illusion that they can help me treat my sister?
　　 "Thank you for your kindness, but not necessary."
　　Mo Mengchen declined politely, but these goods still insisted on helping.
"If you have this kung fu, then go to train well, and make up for where you are lacking, so even if it helps me, I will save myself thinking about these things all day~EbookFREE.me~ When can I train this kind of thing? Practice, but you are so sloppy, this is related to your happiness, your happiness is our happiness..."
　　 Rao is Mo Mengchen who has seen countless strange patients. Hearing this sentence will inevitably twitch his cheeks.
　　What is my happiness is your happiness?
　　 In fact, Ratliff's meaning is this: Mo Mengchen, the hanging person, is usually hard to think about. If the emotional life is unhappy, can they not be abused during training? This is called "Your happiness is our happiness". As for what Mo Mengchen thought, they did not know Ratliff.
After 　　, Mo Mengchen drove Ephraim and Adrian home.
　　In the car, Ephraim asked many questions related to basketball, some of which were the most basic, which also confirmed that she really knew nothing about basketball.
　　 For her problem, Mo Mengchen showed unusual patience. If this patience is seen by any Pistons player, it must be scorned by Mo Mengchen for coloring his teammates.
　　 "Just stop here." Mo Mengchen's car drove to the gate of Garryton's apartment.
　　 There are only a few old security guards at the door.
　　 Seriously, with this precaution, in a city with such a high crime rate in Detroit, it has been a miracle to be able to maintain zero crimes for many years.
　　 Some people say that these old men have special functions, and Mo Mengchen doesn't believe it at all.
　　 "Goodbye." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "Goodbye." Ephraim pulled Adrian and said to him.
　　Mo Mengchen parked the car, and as soon as he got out of the car, his stomach started to growl.
　　 "I didn't expect it to be so late..." Mo Mengchen said, rubbing his stomach.