Chapter 65: The earth can't take you anymore

　　 "Get 14 points."
　　 "Backboard double."
　　 "Personal technical rating reaches B+ or higher."
　　 "Team technical rating reaches A or higher."
　　 "Achievement: The first triple-double in his career."
　　 "Achievement achieved: A career single-player technical rating reached A+ for the first time in his career."
　　 "Return: 1000+1500+1500."
　　 Tonight's reward for this game is generous, because Mo Mengchen is the best player in the game. His technical rating reached A+ for the first time, which also made his post-match return increase from 800 to 1000.
　　 One game plus two small achievements made Mo Mengchen earn 4000 attribute points, which made his smile never stop, and his heart was as sweet as honey.
　　 Oops, it would be nice if I could do this every day.
　　 4000 attribute points, what is the concept? Five games, or seven or eight operations.
　　 achievements There are thousands of achievements on the wall, and now he has only completed a few.
　　Look at the current score on your body again, a total of 15000 attribute points.
　　 He hopes to save the score to 30000 attribute points and then use them all at once. 15,000 attribute points can't be said seriously, and he can't do anything, just add a few attributes at random, without much impact.
　　 This evening, the Indiana reporter was not very friendly at the press conference.
　　 "Mo, Reggie thinks your game style is improper."
　　 "I still need to learn from him."
　　 "He thinks you like to do some unnecessary additional actions when playing the game."
　　 "Yes, I need to learn more from him. Reggie is an "experienced" senior."
No matter what the reporter asks, Mo Mengchen hits back like a Tai Chi, never looking for something on the body. The reporter asks and asks in vain, because his blow to Miller was in the dead corner of the camera and the absolute blind spot of the referee, except No one knew what he did to Miller.
　　Even if fans come out to testify, what can they do? Seeing is believing?
　　 If you want to blame it, blame that the mobile phones of this era do not have a shooting function.
　　 After the game interviews, press conferences, dressing room small meetings, player whipping, etc., it was already over one o'clock in the morning.
　　The team decided to return to the hotel to rest for one night, and leave again tomorrow morning.
　　When he got on the bus, Mo Mengchen's stomach was already hungry.
　　He called Amel Medela.
　　 "I hope you are ready for what I want." The most last thing Mo Mengchen wants to hear is "sorry" or "not yet".
　　 "Please be assured that everything you want is prepared properly, and there will be no less." Medela said confidently.
　　So, Mo Mengchen dropped the phone.
Behind 　　, Lol, Ratliff, and Don Reid heard the call, and they looked at each other and made eye contact.
　　 Rolle glared: So late, what more should Mo do?
　　Rhett gave him a white eye: What can an adult man do to call for service in the middle of the night?
　　 Ratliff shook his head: No, no, no.
　　 Reid gently swept across his face: Don’t underestimate the lower limit of the man, Theo.
　　Lol and Ratliff stared at him angrily: Are you not a man?
　　 "Are you guys wrong?" Houston yawned, and when he looked back, he saw these three unbelievable goods glaring at each other, "What are you doing with your eyes staring like a cow?"
"It's nothing..."
　　The bus arrived at the hotel smoothly.
　　Mo Mengchen yawned, tired and hungry, tonight is really the most tiring day in such a day.
　　 Tonight's game made him do his best, he also played good data and won the game, but after that tight atmosphere went away, fatigue spread throughout the body.
　　As an assistant to NBA players, Medela thought it would be easier, but she was wrong, and she was wrong.
She has done a lot of work. When she went to college, in order to pay tuition and maintain her life, she had to work a few jobs in her spare time. The work of community college was fairly easy. She had enough time to work, which allowed her to accumulate A wealth of work experience.
　　She has done a lot of work, but no one is more tired and more trouble than Mo Mengchen's assistant.
　　 Can't travel a little more, not at all.
　　Medella walked around in the hotel room of Mo Mengchen, thinking if she had missed anything, but she couldn't remember it, as if everything had been done, and she felt something was missing.
　　In addition to these daily things, Mo Mengchen would also order her to do some other things, and she knew a few secrets from it.
　　 Recently, the mysterious singer Ethan, who is hot online, is Mo Mengchen.
　　Mo Mengchen also registered a sneaker company in the name of Ethan, and the company's operating president was his agent.
　　 There are several investments under his name, and all have achieved good results.
　　Medella feels she knows too much. If she goes on like this, will she be silenced because she knows too much?
　　 "What is missing?"
　　Medella walked back and forth, her legs and feet were trembling, if you made a mistake, Mo Mengchen's stinky mouth would not let her go.
　　 "Are you dancing exactly in my room?"
　　Medella was shocked and turned back suddenly.
　　Mo Mengchen stood at the door, staring at her with a look on his face.
I have to say that from a distance, his boss is quite handsome, unlike the small eyes of the average yellow man, his cheeks are like a European male model, sculpted like an axe, as delicate as a sculpture, and the facial features are evenly spread, if If the character is better, this person is simply glamorous.
　　 Talented and handsome...
　　 "Uh... I'm just waiting for you." Medela said.
　　Mo Mengchen pushed the luggage forward, and Medela quickly held it.
　　 "Are you ready?"
　　Mo Mengchen closed the door, showing fatigue.
"All right."
　　 He didn't say much. He entered the bathroom and raised a bucket of hot water prepared by Medela outside, sat on the sofa, and put his feet in.
　　 This bucket of water is enough to completely cover Mo Mengchen's calf.
　　 Massage while soaking in hot water.
　　This is very important. Why do many players get injured frequently? Because their bodies are not fully rested, and some parts of the body are very hypocritical, they must be patiently cared for.
　　 Like Mo Mengchen's fragile lower limbs, he did not dare to neglect at all, and he dedicated himself to post-exercise care and massage every night.
　　 "Can you cook?"
　　 The smell of soaking in the hot water tank is so intoxicating that Mo Mengchen couldn't bear it.
　　 "Yes... of course." Mei Dai said nervously.
　　 "Help me boil the pan, wash the shrimp in the ice pack three or four times... Wait a minute, have you finished washing your hands?"
　　Medela had to wash her hands five times in front of Mo Mengchen. In fact, she felt that she could almost wash it three times, but she did it five times, but his boss still felt that her hands were not clean.
　　 "Forget it, let's get started." Mo Mengchen must accept the consequences of laziness, even if Medela's potentially dirty hands may contaminate his supper.
　　 "After washing, pour brandy."
　　 "Sprinkle a third spoonful of salt."
　　Medella just wanted to do it. When he opened the bag, his brain suddenly looked blank-he meowed, and he finally knew why he was so upset! I didn’t bring salt for a long time! "Boss...I..." Medela knew that a swearing was inevitable.
　　Mo Mengchen opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"You are a professional player. Isn't it bad to eat too much salt?" Medela began to make various excuses. "You just played such a fierce game tonight if you ate too much salt. What can I do if it affects recovery? I suggest you add some other spices, in fact, we can have a healthier way of eating, do you think?"
　　Mo Mengchen looked at her like he was studying an alien, "You didn't bring salt, right?"
　　Medela's embarrassed but ceremonial sweet smile.
　　 "Yes, you succeeded in offending one of the biggest parties on the planet. Be careful, maybe you will be assassinated tonight."
　　Mo Mengchen is neither a salty party nor a sweet party. His taste is relatively neutral, but out of prejudice against Americans, he is not too afraid to let Medela put sugar.
He thinks that the taste buds of Americans are already in trouble~EbookFREE.me~ The sweetness that many Chinese are used to is as light as plain water for Americans. The sweetness they can accept is completely unacceptable to the Chinese. This is why the fat of Americans is so exaggerated once they get fat, because the calories they eat are too high.
　　 "Boss... what should I do?" Medela looked at the prawns who looked at the dead, feeling that she was particularly sorry for them.
　　 "Without salt, there is always sugar? Put a quarter spoon."
　　Mo Mengchen said weakly.
　　Medela continued to open the bag, and suddenly a lot of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
　　Not even his sugar! Am I crazy? I'm dying! I will definitely be scolded by him tonight!
　　 "Boss, actually this sugar..."
　　Mo Mengchen was shocked: "You want to tell me that as an American, you didn't even bring sugar?"
　　 "Why say you are an American..."
　　 "You talking nonsense again! Which of you Yankees is not a sweet party?"
　　 "Sweet and partisan...?"
Mo Mengchen stood up and said: "Now you have offended the two most powerful parties on the planet, Blue Star can't accommodate you anymore. So, you can pack up. I heard that New York will launch a Mars probe a few days, you Follow it up, it should be safe there."
　　 "Boss, sorry..." Medela said embarrassedly.
　　Mo Mengchen wiped her feet and said: "If I were you, I would make a joke while I was still in my mood. I ran to the supermarket downstairs to buy some salt and sugar at a speed of 100 meters."
　　 "Yes, I will go immediately!"
　　Medella slipped away, sprinting at the speed of 100 meters.
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