Chapter 53: Is anyone guarding me?

　　 Time: 21:00 on November 11, 1995.
　　 Venue: Auburn Hills Palace Stadium in Detroit, Michigan, USA.
　　
　　 Background: Mo Mengchen made his debut for the first time in his career.
　　
　　Pistons' locker room
　　Mo Mengchen saw the Pistons' locker room motto: You can't do too much work in life unless only work makes you feel good.
　　 is not a moving chicken soup, nor an inspiring inspiration, or a common sentence, but it is very similar to the temperament of this city.
　　By Wang Chuanjun's words, it is: I don't like it.
　　For the sake of forcing, or for pretending to be forcing, this kind of adage still needs to be bold.
　　 One day, I will change this motto!
　　Mo Mengchen had such an idea in mind and put on a jersey.
　　 Tonight's opponent is the King, not the impressive and gorgeous team of the early 21st century, but a civilian king led by Mitch Richmond.
　　 "Mo, the first time in his career, do you have any thoughts?"
　　Mo Mengchen walked to the player's passageway, Houston jumped and asked.
　　 "It makes no difference to me."
　　 "The important thing is to win."
　　 These days, his attributes have been successively saved to 10,000.
　　If it is not usual to accumulate some surgery, it is really slow to improve the attributes.
　　During the season, you can't do a lot of training, and you can't improve quickly. The easiest way to directly upgrade the attribute is to earn attribute points by playing games or by surgery.
　　 After all, one's energy is limited. Even Mo Mengchen can only focus on competitions and surgery. As for the hobby of writing songs, he can only do it before going to bed.
　　 After the Pistons entered the stadium, the audience screamed in shock.
　　Mo Mengchen glanced at the audience, he found Ephraim and Adrian.
　　 He nodded gently and warmed up immediately.
　　 "Their defense lacks resilience, pay attention to the transmission of the ball!"
　　Before the game started, Collins finally commanded.
　　 "This is Dor.Mo's first career debut, I hope he can meet the expectations of the team."
　　The narrator of the Auburn Hills Palace is Venil Johnson. He has concerns about Mo Mengchen. Although the latter performed well, his history of injuries is really scary.
　　 his partner Scott Owen said: "Since Detroit dares to let him start, it means that he has no problem, but it is difficult for JD to accept."
　　Is it difficult to accept?
　　 Dumas, who was demoted to the bench, was not difficult to accept. He just swapped positions with Mo Mengchen, one changed to the starter, and the other became the sixth man. The playing time was almost the same.
　　 "Do you think, how many points can Dor get tonight?" Dumas asked.
　　Michael Curry said: "It should be possible to get his average score per game."
　　 "8 points?"
　　 "Almost."
　　
　　 "Bet, I bet he got at least 15 points tonight." Dumas said affirmatively.
　　Mo Mengchen is famous for having no rim in his eyes, and his offensive desire is so low that he can say something. Hearing Dumas saying this, others joined in.
　　 There is a reason why Dumas said so. Tonight, Mo Mengchen's opponent's name is Teus Edney.
　　 He and Mo Mengchen are the same player, but he is only 178 cm tall.
　　In a league filled with giants, players of this height are inherently flawed.
　　 "Mo, I heard this is your first start?"
　　 The shorter the body, the more abnormal psychology he likes to challenge the big guys. Edney thinks so. As soon as he came, the Kings made a starter.
　　 The team did not put him on the bench because of his low pick, he had plenty of playing time.
　　Mo Mengchen did not look at him at all.
　　 "I can't imagine that this is just your first start. You have shown so much limelight, why is it not as good as me?"
　　
　　Mo Mengchen deliberately lowered his head, making Edney feel a sense of contempt that "the other party can only see if he lowers his head."
　　 "No, because I'm allergic to gnomes like you, so I didn't start until now." Mo Mengchen responded faintly.
　　 "You bullshit!"
　　
　　 "Really, in order to help me with this problem, the team deliberately selected this game for me to start. In the end, I really can't help the customer's disgust for your dwarf."
　　Mo Mengchen said something hard to hear, and walked to the sidelines, the two sides were about to start jumping.
　　 "It doesn't matter, I will make your condition worse immediately." Edney said angrily.
　　Mo Mengchen was surprised. Although his height was shorter, he didn't have to be like this? Have you admitted that you are a dwarf?
"Snapped!"
　　 Rarely, Terry Mills defeated his opponent when he jumped the ball, which is gratifying.
　　Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand. Edney directly wrapped up like a mad dog. His defense was full of aggression, as if to scratch the former body with countless wounds.
　　Here is the home of the Pistons, and he is a rookie like Mo Mengchen. NBA referees usually like to impress the rookie.
　　 For such a reckless defense~EbookFREE.me~Of course they will not let it go, and come directly to the whistle.
　　 "Why? Is this a foul?"
　　Edney wanted to find the referee theory, Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball and threw it to Thorpe to let him serve.
　　 "His defense is difficult to deal with?" Thorpe asked.
　　Mo Mengchen said: "A stinky mosquito biting a lion, nothing."
　　Edney was very indignant. A small man like him is inherently defensive. If you don’t fight hard, these big guys can really crush them easily.
　　The referee usually condones the small man's snatch, but tonight's referee blew a warning deterrence whistle, and his movements became much smaller in an instant.
Houston clearly saw Mo Menchen's tactical gestures and thought it was a tactic for him. However, just after the ball passed to his hand, Mo Menchen directly escaped into the empty gate and ran quickly. Picking, he glanced a few more times, and found Thorpe and others to cover up all the way, helping him hang people one by one.
　　Mo Mengchen circled a big circle and then made a three-point line. The Kings who lacked response on the defensive end leaked him cleanly and stared at each other, that no one stepped forward to defend.
　　 The king of the CIC had to separate the ball.
Mo Mengchen catches the ball, jumps out of the 45-point three-point line on the left, and slowly pulls out the basketball. The world seems to be still. The picker is like a muzzle pointing to the basket, drinking the ball to speed up to the goal Ground.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 "Dor.Mo hits a 3-pointer at the opening!"
　　 "Listen to this cheer, everyone likes Dor.Mo!"
　　Mo Mengchen stood outside the three-point line and looked at Edney who was stuck in the basket. He asked lazily, "Is anyone guarding me?"