Chapter 438: Harassment

June 1
A brand new month symbolizes that the sad May has gone.
Mo Mengchen woke up in the 210 room, he was sitting on this bed that did not belong to him, slowly wearing clothes.
Medela turned his back to him and was also dressing.
It has already happened and she can't start over again, she has no regrets, no matter what greets him next.
"Wait for me to find someone to pry the lock." Mo Mengchen put on his clothes and said this.
"Oh"
Mo Mengchen said, "I'm going out."
"Uh"
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Mengchen looked at her wrong.
Medela shook her head quickly: "Nothing, I just have nothing."
Then, Mo Mengchen walked out of 280.
This is completely different from what Medela envisioned. In her view, this matter should not be so simple.
She made a lot of determination to make that decision. Mo Mengchen left so lightly and disappointed her.
"What am I expecting?"
Medela thought angrily.
No matter what is the matter, as long as it is related to the woman, it is troublesome.
Before last night, Mo Mengchen had never thought of having a relationship with Medela. Although she looks very beautiful, there is a saying that no matter how beautiful the flower is, it is not as close as the roadside trumpet flower.
In terms of character, Medela did not attract him.
But this happened just like that.
What should I do? He did not know, and there was no answer for the time being.
He came to 280, where there were spare toiletries.
Seeing him appearing in good order, Ephraim hugged him: "I was sorry for the game last night."
"Everything will pass."
As Medela thought, Mo Mengchen always showed invincible in front of Ephraim, a heartbreaking defeat, and at the moment it was just taken lightly with a sentence of "everything will pass."
Ephraim asked, "Are there any plans next?"
Next, Mo Mengchen will have a very long holiday.
Everyone who has crossed over to play basketball should know that the NBA encountered a lockout in 1999, which was protracted. In order to solve the growing rookie contract, the senior leaders of the team, mainly the boss, have gathered to conduct an unprecedented scale of negotiations.
This lockout lasted a long time, leading to the age when this player did not understand the self-discipline. Many fat people appeared because of the long offseason, which made them blessed.
The increase in fat means a decline in athleticism.
The decline in sports talent will make the offensive efficiency decline, and the decline of offensive efficiency will lead to many iron competitions, and the appreciation of the game will plummet.
Coupled with the retirement of Jordan's league card, a large number of spectators will be lost. The new generation is not ready to take over. NBA is about to usher in the darkest season of the post-Jordan era.
And 99 years is a dividing point.
From the 1990s to 99 years ago, this era can be called the era of iron-blooded defense. The defensive teams in this era mostly rely on brutal confrontation and violent fouls, and some rules are not yet perfect.
After 99 years, NBA officials have not realized that the offense can attract more attention to this unreasonable criterion, and it is more conducive to defending the team in terms of improving the rules, so it has led to a large number of physical, able to confront, and a lot of defense Defensive teams with more reasonable tactics and functions.
Thus, the era of dark defense came.
In the 1990s, it was considered a top defensive team by limiting opponents to 100 points. In this era, teams that can limit opponents' scores to 90 and below within a hundred rounds abound.
At present, these things are still far away from Mo Mengchen. What he has to consider is how to use this holiday and what to do with this long holiday.
"Ephraim, after a while, I want to go back to Melbourne." Mo Mengchen said.
If Mo Mengchen didn't say this, Ephraim would forget that he was a native of Australia.
Ephraim asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"
Mo Mengchen asked: "Are you willing?"
Ephraim laughed: "Of course, I would love to see how beautiful the place where you grew up so good is."
Ephraim was so looking forward to Melbourne, which made Mo Mengchen very stressed.
His memory of Melbourne comes entirely from the childhood memories of Mo Mengchen.
After he passed over, he inherited Mo Mengchen's body and inherited Mo Mengchen's brain, and at the same time, the memory of his previous life did not disappear.
One brain holds the life of two people.
At the beginning, Mo Mengchen rejected the memory of his deity. He wanted to be himself. As a result, he found that being a past life was incompatible with this era. He was not successful in the past life. He had no friends and his relatives were alienated.
He was very much like Mo Yuanhang in his previous life.
However, unlike Mo Yuanhang, he did not suffer a major blow in his twilight years.
Recalling what Mo Yuanhang once said to him, watching Mo Yuanhang's regret at the time, Mo Mengchen wanted to have a life different from the previous life and different from this life.
Therefore, he must accept this identity.
He is Australian, his ancestral home is in Fujian, China, and he has an American passport. Then, his name is Mo Mengchen.
He had to go back and see how he grew up.
Find yourself, this is his idea.
"Then it's done, I'll tell you later when the time is set."
Mo Mengchen kissed Ephraim's cheek.
"Where are you going?" Ephraim asked.
"Someone urgently needs my comfort." Mo Mengchen walked out of the 280 room.
Many things happened last night, in addition to the game and the things he did with Medela, the most memorable thing for Mo Mengchen was Hill’s crying in the locker room.
Not crying, he didn’t cry, he just covered his cheeks with his palms, so that no one would see his tears.
He should cry, if he also made the second penalty, Jordan's final offense will not be so confident.
In the final attack, the mental state of a draw and one point behind is completely different.
Because of a draw, Jordan didn't need to consider the consequences, and he didn't need to think about going home if they couldn't get into the game. As long as he finished the offense intently, he didn't get into the game.
Without worries, Jordan was extremely focused. At the last minute of that night, he showed his killer character, and he did not leave the Pistons for a second. He sent the Pistons home with a desperate jumper. The final season of the playoffs left a legendary stroke.
The buzzer-beater lore in the Eastern Conference Finals tiebreaker, even if it was a tie-breaker, was enough to make Jordan's top ten career goals.
Hill is indeed responsible for the failure, but not the final free throw.
His free throw shooting last night has not been good, and one of the last two free throws is considered normal.
He should be responsible because of the slump in the first half. If he can play the whole game like the second half, the Pistons have won the game.
He is responsible for the performance of the first half, not the final free throw.
The day after the game, today, Detroit is very lively.
Mo Mengchen's fans set off a split-pan meeting.
Hill backs the cauldron for good reasons. The average stats per game have fallen sharply compared to the regular season, and the opponent Pippen has no advantage. It is simply intolerable.
Then Alan Houston couldn't run away with his second pot.
He was originally the Pistons' second scorer. After seven games in the Eastern Conference Finals, he averaged a single-digit scoring average with the most minutes per game.
He couldn't escape the second cauldron.
Followed by head coach Adam Frasses, his on-the-spot response, the timing of the suspension, the adjustments on the field were exploded by the Zen master, and there were no left, which was called the pig head marshal by the malicious fans.
The smile that was once particularly appealing has become his biggest flaw.
In addition to Mo Mengchen, the whole team was sprayed up and down lightly, and a petrol poem called "Isam tried his best" was also circulated on the Internet.
Fan attacks can be viewed as cyber violence, while media criticism and satire are naked and undisguised.
The Detroit Workers News commented on Hill this way: "Sven people can't do rough work. This sentence has been truth from ancient times to the present, and it is more obvious in Grant Hill."
As for the media in other cities, their attacks are omnipotent, not to mention.
Mo Mengchen's performance made him avoid these stray bullets, and he is now on the way to the Hill's house.
Speaking of being a teammate for three years, he only knew where the Hill family was, but he never visited.
If he wasn’t worried about Hill’s psychological problems, he wouldn’t come to the door this time.
He came outside the door and rang the doorbell.
"Mo, Grant doesn't want to see anyone."
It was Tamia’s voice.
"I must see him."
"Sorry, I can't open the door for you."
"It doesn't matter, I understand."
Mo Mengchen turned and walked to the phone booth on the street, calling Hill.
The phone rang for half a minute. Hill knew who the caller was. He picked up the phone and then dunked it like a dunk.
Hill vented his anger on the phone.
Tamia next to him looked at him and said, "Grant~EbookFREE.me~ Maybe you should have a good chat with Mo."
"No, I don't want it!" Hill stared at the phone.
Intuition tells him that Mo Mengchen will call again.
After more than ten seconds, the other party really called again.
So Hill picked up the phone with greater strength, and then hung up.
He stared at the phone to see when Mo Mengchen would harass him again.
In this way, the third and fourth calls came one after another, and Hill finally unplugged the phone line angrily: "I will not believe it!"
His state made Tamia very worried, maybe she should secretly put Mo Mengchen in.
Hill didn't know how hard it was. He unplugged the phone line and was still staring at the phone that was no longer ringing, as if to say: Let me see how you can call me! Remember the site's website, www. biquxu. Com, easy to read next time, or enter "" on Baidu to enter this site